A poem from Baxter Black.
Late last fall, when meteorologists were predicting the upcoming winter, some experts suggested that the elements of the 2016 winter might be powerful for some parts of the U.S., even likening the winter to a monster. I don’t know that the winter has been monster-like, but residents of Northwest Colorado might agree that it’s been “powerful.” When I think back to my childhood winters on our Morapos ranch, this one seems similar to those times.
Valentine’s Day will be here soon. This week’s column features a cookie recipe with pieces of maraschino cherries in the ingredients, a pretty cookie for the holiday. Also included in the column is a recipe for a pork chop casserole — not necessarily for Valentine’s Day but because it is delicious.
I may not have a Facebook page of my own, but I frequently use my husband’s account to stalk our family and friends. This habit has become a source of constant contention in our marriage. He is always telling me to get my own Facebook page and to quit commenting on the posts of his friends because he claims I make him “sound like a girl.” His protests only cause me to laugh in response. After 35 years of marriage, I have embraced the idea that “What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine too!”
By Matthew 22:5, “But they paid no attention and went off, one to his farm, and another to his business.”
Any good sequel should allow a storyline come full circle, but like a pair of pants attempting to cover a gargantuan gut, “Kung Fu Panda 3” doesn’t quite get there.
The voters have finally spoken, and, in a surprise, at least to the pollsters, it turns out they had a lot to say.
When the first heavy snow fell, we expressed surprise and dismay as we shivered in thin jackets, stomped our sneakers free of flakes, and bought new snow shovels.
A book review from Diane Prather.
The “urge to purge” will be tested as the election season begins in earnest this month. Many of the electorate are fed up with the status quo and ready for a breath of fresh air, or at least some common sense. Locally, our elected officials are doing just about everything they can to prop up our economy and our spirits.
This is the time of year when cow people don’t get much sleep. If you boiled “raisin’ cattle” down to its bare bones, the whole business revolves around gettin’ a live calf on the ground.
It’s still winter, but some ranchers are already getting ready for calving season — some may already be into the season. Here at Pipi’s Pasture, we will start calving about the first week of March. Hopefully the weather will improve.
Chicken noodle soup has been the menu at our house this week — and at my brother, Duane Osborn’s house, too. I remember when our mother made chicken and noodles when we were kids. Actually, I mostly remember the noodles. Mom made them, using egg yolks and flour and some other ingredients, rolled out the dough on a floured board and left it there to dry. As the dough dried, it drooped, and she watched it carefully so it wouldn’t fall on the floor. I can still see her cutting the dough into noodles. They were thick and delicious.
Long before the Wild Horse and Burro Act of 1971 wild horses roamed throughout western Colorado. Old timers can recall the wild horses ranging from the Utah border and far into Moffat County. During those years the wild horses were often chased and rounded up to be broke and used for ranch horses, rodeo events and other activities. With the signing of that declaration the wild horses in Northwest Colorado were assigned the Sand Wash Basin as their range.
When the publisher of National Review Magazine, Jack Fowler, called and asked me to write 300 words on why I oppose Donald Trump for president of the United States, my first thought was about the derision that was sure to come from Trump supporters.