Showing posts with label The french country kitchen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The french country kitchen. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Enamel bowls and my handsome Dad~






I cannot resist the urge to create art out of every situation. My enamel kitchen bowls are no exception. Today I would like to display a few photographs of what seems to always be fruit in all its glorious color....I too have a photograph of my handsome Father on his wedding day. My Mom always said his looks would have made it in Hollywood.... Today I thought of him.

I am off to soak in the Sun for a short beach holiday...I hope to have a lovely post to share when I get back..

A happy day to all~

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

No wonder I LOVE aprons!~



My sister-in-law from Germany sent me this lovely tasty bit of history about Aprons. I have loved aprons since the time I can remember. I have collected them along with market bags and they fill my home. No wonder I wear them like a second skin. I do recall my Grandmama wearing hers from the time she awoke to the time she retired for bed. A cozy comforting thought indeed.

APRONS

I don't think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath,because she only had a few,it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing
hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow,
bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables.
After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the menfolks knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Making Butter






On Sunday we went off to the Irene Dairy farm. This farm has been providing milk for the villagers since 1895. We brought some gorgeous thick clotted cream and set about making our own butter today. In went the cream , around went the handle and out popped the butter. Here is our little demonstration. Well worth the effort as the butter taste unbelievable!