Maple Leaf Angus
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Sometimes it does us good to just sit back and look at what we have, rather than worrying about what we "have not". Yesterday gave opportunity for one of those moments.
My sister and her husband dropped in for a visit and the evening meal, and since it was another super hot day, we just sat around in the shade and watched my cooking fire burn down to a bed of coals. Yup, that's right, I made a wood fire on which to cook supper.
Even though it must have been 90 in the shade, the birds did not slow down their singing one bit. The smell of new hay was heavy on the air. The cattle next to the yard were ambling about lethargically, almost to hot to graze, but feeling a need to get something into their tummies.
When the time was right, we put the foil-wrapped taters on the grill in the blistering heat. Then, we got the peppers, onions, celery, mushrooms, carrots (and a few other things I can't remember) mixed in oil and seasonings and dumped into the frying pan for a big ole' stirfry.
When the taters were about half cooked, we got to the good part - three big juicy sirloin steaks spread out next to the taters. They had been marinaded for the afternoon, but that might have been a waste of time.
When those big steaks were done just so, they were the most tender, melt-in-your-mouth morsels you ever tasted. There seems to be nothing like a bit of wood smoke to give a piece of meat an unmatchable flavor.
Then we got to sit down together for a meal that most of the world's peoples can only dream of. Didn't near finish the food we had prepared. Could hardly make a dent in the big bowl of fruit salad that my son and I had thrown togther that afternoon.
But that's o. k., because last nite before I went to bed, I snuck over to the fridge and helped myself to one more piece of steak, and it almost tasted better than when it came off of the grill. Don't know how that could be. And the fruit salad was beginning to get that mellow blended-together taste, so another helping of it didn't land wrong either!
Good food, good family time, a good life . . .
Thank you, Lord, for your immense blessings!
And to think that I had no choice to be born into this rich, beautiful land . . .
My sister and her husband dropped in for a visit and the evening meal, and since it was another super hot day, we just sat around in the shade and watched my cooking fire burn down to a bed of coals. Yup, that's right, I made a wood fire on which to cook supper.
Even though it must have been 90 in the shade, the birds did not slow down their singing one bit. The smell of new hay was heavy on the air. The cattle next to the yard were ambling about lethargically, almost to hot to graze, but feeling a need to get something into their tummies.
When the time was right, we put the foil-wrapped taters on the grill in the blistering heat. Then, we got the peppers, onions, celery, mushrooms, carrots (and a few other things I can't remember) mixed in oil and seasonings and dumped into the frying pan for a big ole' stirfry.
When the taters were about half cooked, we got to the good part - three big juicy sirloin steaks spread out next to the taters. They had been marinaded for the afternoon, but that might have been a waste of time.
When those big steaks were done just so, they were the most tender, melt-in-your-mouth morsels you ever tasted. There seems to be nothing like a bit of wood smoke to give a piece of meat an unmatchable flavor.
Then we got to sit down together for a meal that most of the world's peoples can only dream of. Didn't near finish the food we had prepared. Could hardly make a dent in the big bowl of fruit salad that my son and I had thrown togther that afternoon.
But that's o. k., because last nite before I went to bed, I snuck over to the fridge and helped myself to one more piece of steak, and it almost tasted better than when it came off of the grill. Don't know how that could be. And the fruit salad was beginning to get that mellow blended-together taste, so another helping of it didn't land wrong either!
Good food, good family time, a good life . . .
Thank you, Lord, for your immense blessings!
And to think that I had no choice to be born into this rich, beautiful land . . .
