Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
just slats-short of being done
The old north shed was actually two sheds bound together by heavy siding. The back one was built first. I kinda doubt it goes back as far as Niels days but it definitely goes back to early (at this address) Neil days. I wouldn’t be surprised if the front got added in the heyday of the jimungous garden he kept in the 70’s and early 80’s, which had beautiful and yummy green and red apples, peaches, apricots, cherries, nectarines, pears, watermelons, cantaloupes, parsnips, turnips, radishes, raspberries, black berries, strawberries, grapes, chard, carrots, peas, corn, squash, pumpkins, beets, tomatoes, onions, potatoes. I have fond memories of inserting/tending tender shoots in the vastness of the Visqueen, and going down in the dark of night to help, by flashlight, with the irrigation.
It was a couple of years once the garden was paved over before I could bring myself to buy a watermelon or cantaloupe from the grocery store – had to wait until taste bud memories subsided.
When Daddy and Norma were on their mission, he gave me a list of people from Uncle Boyd's house in Manila to Dr. Nimer's house (200 S 100 E), to deliver his produce. I remember stopping at Lee Brown's the first crop, and when I handed him a cantaloupe he informed me Daddy always gave him two! I also remember Aunt Venice coming by to remind me, as apparently she thought I wasn't paying proper attention, that the raspberries were due for a picking!
Once I told Daddy he ought to build a fruit stand and save himself all that delivering, that it was so good people would flock to pay to get it. He said then he'd have to pay taxes on it and it wouldn't be worth the hassle. (This coming from an accountant.) It was a good thing, just as it was. I can't picture him socializing at length with "customers" but I can visualize him thoroughly enjoying the brief mutual pleasure created as he rang doorbells and handed out his crop. He wasn't much a talker, and we nontalkers (outside circles as to me; in/out as to him) need to "get out of ourselves," and that is a perfect way to do so. Would that I had something somebody would like to receive "two" of, from me!
(& what's left of the shed contents - the fireplace wood now on skids)
At any rate, the 18 years Norma lived here after Daddy died, took a toll, as it took the fire to generate required repairs. I replaced the shingles the year I moved in, to stop the water damage. A few more years and the warping door frames needed dire attention.
One of the bishopric counselors is a contractor and he fell on hard times what with the economy downturn. I have no doubt he's exactly what the bishop wants as a counselor but he's one of those souls of that gender that lean towards heavy thumb usage (as in pressing in a downward direction) which I've more than had my fill of in my life. I mulled it over prayerfully though and felt I should offer the project to him. He said he'd be glad to do it, and since he'd have access to contractor pricing I figured he'd make decent money and no doubt do a decent job as well. I wanted either a replacement or a major remodel.
It took a couple months for him to get around to coming to look at it, late summer. Pretty much tricked him into it, announcing I was on the verge of buying a certain shed whose sale price would soon be expiring (which was true/created a tad of my own pressure). He told me a replacement was out of the question – the city wouldn't allow it due to code restrictions and I'd be very happy with a major remodel. I knew he was still worried about finding enough work to cover his bills, told him I'd pay for all supplies up front, yet time went by. He finally said he'd do it late fall. Late fall he said someone else was going to do it in the spring. The someone else was in the ward, I'd see him most every week, he never mentioned it. He too is a contractor so I figured I still could expect a quality outcome. Never did get a price from either one of them, though purportedly they both came out to glean the info to do so.
Interestingly (to me), the name of the first guy's company is FANAFI – find a need and fill it. So apparently there was something about my falling down shed that didn't qualify....
Finally gave up and found a nonward contractor who actually would do the job. He said I could have a new shed due to grandfathering rules if he kept a small percentage of the old, or he could haul it entirely away and build one on skids. Decided it would be fun to design it so it could be a grandkid playhouse for a few years (then move it over to replace the tin shed and finish off the fence), and added a few other kid-friendly features. Voilà! ... Well, Voilà! next post when I've added the final touches.
I must say, it's really nice to have it gone - pretty much an eyesore! Oh, and P.S., Visqueen lasts indefinitely apparently - the dusty box of it I thought would be rotted when pulled from the shelf, contained a shiny, as if newly purchased, roll which Grant would have loved to line his manmade pond, up G Mountain way.
*its new home in the root cellar
Other than that, the only other garden item from those sheds I kept was this *. And I just might use it one day.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
- 1 cup light brown sugar, packed
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- ½ cup light cream
- 1 ½ cups pecans, halved
- 2 tablespoons butter
Combine sugars and cream in a heavy 2-quart saucepan and bring to boil over medium heat, stirring occasionally with a wooden spoon, until mixture forms a thick syrup.
Add pecans and butter and continue to cook over medium heat, stirring frequently.
Remove sauce pan to a heatproof surface (such as a wire rack) and let cool for 10 minutes.
Use a tablespoon to drop rounded balls of the mixture onto sheet wax paper or foil, leaving about 3 inches between each ball for pralines to spread. Allow to cool.