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Farmily

Posted by Stephanie Meyer on Mar 7, 2010 at 7:42pm

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know that I love visiting my aunt Mary and uncle Bruce’s farm in west-central Minnesota.  If you’re a new reader – welcome! – and here’s why:

Beauty.  Stillness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warm, buttery scones with softly scrambled eggs and browned sausages.

Made by Mary, not me.  (Yes.)

Fun and games.

Vegetable soup loaded with chicken, leeks, turnips, kielbasa, beans, and fresh thyme.  I craved another bowl within 15 minutes of leaving their house.  You would have too.

Made by Mary, not me.  (Yes.)  Recipe below.

Cool cold beer(s).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty things.

Funny, sweet, very polite dogs.  Hi Cody.  (He did not get a sandwich.  But I did.  Sorry man.)  More in the gallery, below.

Vegetable Soup

Mary Felt

Serves 10-12

3/4 lb. Polish sausage, sliced

1 broiler/fryer chicken (2-3 lbs.)

8 c. water

2 leeks, sliced

2 carrots, sliced

1 large turnip, peeled and cubed

1 large onion, chopped

1 large potato, peeled and cubed

1 garlic clove, minced

1 1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 tsp. pepper

1 Tbsp. snipped fresh parsley

1 tsp. dried thyme

1 c. shredded cabbage

2 c. cooked navy or great northern beans

In a skillet, cook the sausage until done.  Drain on paper towels; set aside.  In a large Dutch oven, cook chicken in water until juices run clear.  Remove chicken; let cool.  Strain broth and skim off fat.  Return the broth to Dutch oven.

Add leeks, carrots, turnip, onion, potato, garlic, salt, pepper, parsley, and thyme.  Bring to a boil.  Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 30 minutes.

Meanwhile, remove chicken from bones and cut into bite-size pieces; add to the Dutch oven.  Add cabbage, beans, and cooked sausage.  Simmer, uncovered, for about 30 minutes or until vegetables are tender.

Ohhhhh, hi Shep.

Comfort.

Steak, ham, Swiss, & lettuce sandwiches. Made by Mary, not me. (Yes.)

Relaxation.

Not-big-city light.

More pretty things, inside…

…in corners…

…and out.

Full-on winter…

…and signs of spring (melt snow, melt!).

History…

…patina…

…and texture.

Form…

…and function.

Taking pictures outside in my bathrobe. (Yes.)

Reality – the shed’s roof collapsed from snow, just this week.

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  1. By SML on March 10, 2010 at 5:55AM

    Oh ho, we don't call them Farm Eggs, but our family often cooks eggs in bacon drippings. It earned me my nickname in fact...Smoky! So funny that you brought that up. Well, it's obvious that everyone should have an Aunt Mary, and should fry eggs in bacon drippings. Thanks for the note!

  2. By Sarah – A Beach Home Companion on March 9, 2010 at 5:36PM

    My mom grew up visiting her Aunt Mary's farm in South Dakota in the summer and your breakfast pics reminded me of something she always talked about, which I got to experience one summer when we visited with her--Farm Eggs. They are eggs (fresh from the coop, of course) that are fried in the grease leftover from cooking the bacon. The edges of the whites get crispy and bubbly while the yolk remains liquid to dip your toast. Yum!