A Sunday afternoon in the city would most likely find us at our favorite Mexican restaurant in the city, but a Sunday afternoon at Our Little House is much more fun.
Dale gets the Sunday supper cooking duties in the summer, which typically means grilled fare, or if it is cool enough, Dutch Oven Cooking.
Although Sunday wasn’t a cool day, we combined grilling pork chops with a couple of recipes he has wanted to try Dutch Oven style.
The first is a dish we’ve tried before, Dutch Oven Potatoes in a 12” Dutch Oven, which comes from the book, “Camp Dutch Oven Cooking.”
The recipe calls for 1 – 1 ½ pounds of bacon and Dale put about 6 slices in it. He loaded it up with onions though, thinking that would compensate for the reduced bacon.
I was in charge of mixing the “Charley Bread,” a recipe my hubby wanted to try because it contains creamed corn, a favorite of his. I intentionally left out the 2 tbs. Of sugar and 1 tsp. of salt. Sugar is not good for us here and salt isn’t either, and since most things have too much salt, we didn’t think these omissions would matter.
Our Living Large blog community was launched two years ago this week. When I launched this blog, I envisioned more of an interactive community that could learn from each other on living smaller, greener and a happier life.
This has been that and so much more. I’m glad we continue to post and share.
The norm for blog anniversaries is to take a look back at favorite posts, but since I did that not to long ago in the blog ring post, I’ll just limit it to saying thank you to everyone in our community.
I am posting links to some of the tips I’ve written on specifically living in a smaller abode on our Facebook page. If you haven’t “liked” it yet, I hope you will jump over there and take a look.
I’ll also be posting new posts on Wednesday, Thursday and our Living Large Tip on Friday this week, so y’all come back now, ya hear!?
If you have a favorite Living Large memory, please comment and share!
School is in.
I don’t have to worry about packing kids' lunch, but I wondered how parents pack lunches in safer and greener containers?
It isn't like they have metal lunchboxes as many of us did.
42 percent of the world’s wood harvest goes to produce paper, making paper lunch sacks just not very environmentally friendly.
Dale carries his lunch in a small plastic cooler that’s probably over 20 years old now, but what about kids?
I found this website, EcoBags, which offers a wide variety of lunch bags and all kinds of totes (hint, for your grocery outings too!)
A year or so ago, close to the time we tossed the microwave, I also decided we were going to do away with plastic containers.
We went with the Pyrex glass (pictured above) and my husband did fine with them until last week when he did drop and break one at work while putting it into the fridge.
That also made me realize that glass containers aren’t a good option for small kids (and sometimes not for husbands), but this site, The Soft Landing, has all kinds of containers. Some are plastic, but they’re also BPA free. There’s also stainless steel containers on the site, something I will consider for Dale for his salads.
No reason now not to toss the plastic and go with greener and safer food containers.
Have you tried any of these products? Have you thrown away the plastic containers at your house?
The other night, Abbi, our Huskey mix began pacing and acting restless, as if she wanted out. I don’t allow the big dogs to roam at night since losing Emma, so I tried to calm Abbi and told her to lie down.
It was time to take Molly and Dakota outside before we went to bed.
Just as they finished their business, pop, pop, pop!
The dogs perked up and the noise startled me so that I hurried them into the house without even trying to assess what it was or where it was coming from.
“I just heard noises outside,” I told my husband. “Pounding or something.”
He rolled his eyes and headed out the door, convinced I had scared myself with the latest episode of one of those ghost hunting shows.
I picked up the phone and called my aunt to see if her husband might be out in his garage hammering on something. I doubted it at 9 o’clock and I was right.