Dackel Princess

Perfect Pork Chops

I was looking around for a good, never fail recipe. I used to only use Shake N Bake, but lately my chops were dry and tough. So I found this never fail recipe and then expanded on it, which is what I usually do. Here are the tricks and tips!

Use a lot of garlic! You can use fresh and mince it all up and that is fabulous, but recently I found something new for this type of cooking. Granulated Garlic. Not Garlic Salt, just plain granulated garlic!
Powdered Rosemary leaves. I use a spice grinder to get the dried leaves nice and fine. Remember, don’t be shy with the seasoning!

Pork Loin Chop Recipe Ingredients:

Pork Loin Chops
2 Tbsp Olive Oil
6-8 cloves Garlic (rough chopped) or Granulated Garlic
Fresh Rosemary (or dried leaves)
Sea Salt and Pepper, to taste

Directions:

Season both sides of chop before cooking–and don’t be timid with the seasoning–it makes all the difference! I often use just salt and pepper, but experiment with your favorite seasonings, too–every now and then I’ll season up chops with ground ginger and saute them with onion and sliced, fresh ginger–it’s pretty darn good.
Heat olive oil in a cast iron skillet (I love my good old fashioned skillet that my cousin gave me!)–not smoking hot, but pretty darn hot–we want to sear the pork and seal in the flavor.
Place chops in the skillet; they should sizzle when they hit the pan.
Cook chops 3-4 minutes on one side and then turn. This is for chops approx. 1″ thick–adjust cooking times according to the size of the chop you use.
Cook chops 3-4 minutes on second side, then remove skillet from stove-top and slide skillet into oven preheated to 350 degrees F. Cook another 4-5 minutes and return to stove-top.
Remove chops from skillet and set aside to rest, just a few minutes
That’s it…super easy and super flavorful–it’s a great way to cook up a juicy chop without drying it out, so give this recipe a go and let me know what you think!

Friday Five: August 26, 2016

So here we are. It’s Friday. Life has been busy, somewhat stressful, but we keep going on and somehow Hubby and I manage to smile at each other, at the beginning and the end of the day. Here are the five things going on that have gotten most of my attention this week.

The roof! Oh I thought this would be easy. I liked the contractor, but last week when we had the driving rain storm, the roofer had not covered his work area well enough, and at 2:30 in the morning, I had Niagara Falls in the master bath! Talk about scary and horrifying all at the same time.
We had the roofer crawl up into one of the crawl spaces and pull the batten insulation, so we can dry it completely. We also mopped the ceilings and set a dehumidifier up. Yeah, stress, with all capitol letters!
The “new skylight” is not the correct one. Once you put the screen in there is no way to adjust the shade! It will need a retro-fit repair.
My vanity in the master bath had a back splash. I say “had” because it is damaged, beyond repair! I am heart sick!
And so far the other work we contracted to get done, has not been finished. No, we have not made the final payment, and we will not until all the issues that were caused by the roofer are resolved.

So yeah, a tad stressful. But, here is the good news, My grandchildren are coming on Saturday and I have all sorts of things planned. Including swimming and playing in Oma’s Lake!

TBT: Amanda

So here we are. It’s Thursday, and that means Throw Back Thursday. Today’s picture is Amanda when she was about five and a half months old. She was so strong, and so motivated to get moving, much like her son, Quinn.

My Cooper’s Hawk

On Sunday morning I was sitting here in my chair, with the last of the Olympics on, and my computer on my lap. You know, the usual killing time stuff, often done on the weekend!

Suddenly, I her a very loud thud behind me. I was fairly certain that a bird had flown into my window, as often happens, and was either dazed on the ground or dead from a broken neck.

I jumped up, and ran into my bedroom and pulling up the front shade saw one of the largest birds I have seen this close in many years.

I rushed the dogs from the room, grabbed my camera, and went back in to take as may pictures as I could, but also to determine if he was injured and would require me to call the Fish & Game Department.

He looked dazed, but I could not see any breaks in his wings, or legs. His eyes looked confused, and he sat there, taking stock of the situation.

Hubby came in and looked the bird over, and we knew right away that it was a Hawk, but what kind we could not be sure.

When I was a little girl we rescued a Red Tail Hawk with a broken wing. We rehabilitated it, until our neighbor called Fish & Game and we had to surrender the bird. That was a heart breaking day for me, because I loved that Hawk.

So, I knew it wasn’t like that Hawk, and after conferring with y friends we decided that it was a Cooper’s Hawk. Fairly common in the northern parts of America and Canada.

Then, my Hawk, shook his head, and flapped his wings, and in a moment, he was gone. I watched him as he flew away. His wing span so long and graceful.

He soared and so did my heart!

The Reunion – The Big Event!

The Saturday night of our Reunion, was a perfect night for it. It was hot, a little humid, and one of those nights that was made for outdoor partying. There was a tent (in case of rain), and the event was held at a classmates house. The yard was huge and gave all of us a place to roam around talking and joking with each other.

Think back to your High School days. You are in your teens, hormones are raging, and you are insecure and convinced that no one really knows you, or likes you and you are a vat full of insecurities! Well, flash forward, 40 years. It’s amazing how many people remembered me. How many people recalled nice things about me, and how much fun we all still can have together.

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Oh, to go back and tell that teenage me, that life is good and everything would be okay. And that these people, did like me, did care. I guess the blessing of middle age, is getting together with your classmates and seeing that we all still have a great time together.

Several members of our class, who had missed the first 35 years worth of reunions, attended this time. It was so good to see them and catch up with their lives. My hats are off to the planners, the people who spent their day setting up and to the caterers. Everything was fabulous!!!

I volunteered to help with the planning of the next reunion. Five years will go by in the blink of an eye! In some ways I can hardly wait, but in other ways, I look forward to slowly watching my grandchildren grow up! Just think Savannah will be 9 in five years, and Quinn will be 5!

The Reunion – Class Of 1976 – Part 1

I remember back in 1976, thinking it was sort of cool that I was graduating during our countries Bicentennial Year. We had a pretty neat class of interesting and good people.

Flash forward 40 years and here we are. Older, hopefully wiser, but I was really pleased to see that we are still the same good bunch we were as kids.

Our Pre-Reunion party was at a resort in North Falmouth, on Friday night. Mel and I had gotten a bite to eat before people arrived and then we mostly wandered around talking, once the party began. So many familiar faces. People I have known and cared for all my 57 years. It was so much fun!

Then someone suggested we go outside on the patio for a picture. Then things really got interesting! As we stood on the patio, suddenly off shore a thunder and lightening show began. It wasn’t raining where we were, but you should have seen the cloud to cloud lightening! Our own magic fireworks!

I sort of joked that we better get back inside before we became the next days headline in the local newspaper. “Class of 1976 Fries On Deck”!

It felt so good to be part of this wonderful group of people again. I think of them all often, keep in touch now via Facebook and enjoy or Reunions every five years!

Mom

It’s been three years since my Mom passed away. It’s a strange thing, losing your parents. When we are young, I don’t think we consider that one day that older generation will be gone, and we will be the older generation. But Mom and Dad are both gone from this earth. I cannot call them on the phone, or get a letter from them or even send Mom flowers. And remember all the times that your Mom or Dad were there just to listen to you, when life was getting you down? No, those days are over and now my sister and I are the older generation in our family, along with our cousins.

We miss you Mom. And we speak of you quite often. How thrilled you would be with your two newest grandchildren, April and Quinn and how you would have enjoyed Mel’s and my long weekend in Falmouth. We visited so many of your favorite places.

Rosamond Ruth

June 28, 1929 – August 21, 2013

Mom in April

And remember when you told us that we would know that you were close by if we saw a lovely Butterfly? Well, we saw you and knew you were with us when we went to Ghelfi’s to get Melodie’s favorite chocolate, Heavenly Hash!

Miss you, Mom and we think of you every day!

Luck

Did I tell you what happened during my trip to Falmouth?

I was on Route 24 and it was pretty empty of traffic. The truck ahead was going a little slow, so I passed him. (I normally don’t pass, I just kind of hang in there, but he was going very slowly)

Anyway, just as the rear end of my car passed his cab, I heard and felt a tremendous explosion! I looked in the rear view mirror and both the truck’s front tires had blown!

The driver was holding the truck steady and decelerating on the truck’s wheel rims! Rubber flew all over the road and out the sides. There were sparks from the rims.

I suddenly realized if I had been behind him or next to him, my car would have been severely damaged and I could have been injured.

Then I told my phone to call home, I felt like I was losing it! I started telling hubby what had happened and then I had a panic attack and started hyperventilating. Hubby told me to pull over and he talked me down.

Later I was speaking to a friend at the reunion, and she said she thought I’d had a PTSD flashback to the car accident I had in 1985. I do not remember the accident, as I was knocked unconscious, but apparently my subconscious does remember and so did my body. It was such a terrible thing.

When I began to think normally about it all, I realized what our Veterans must go through. Imagine having a flashback to things that happened in battle? Certainly my car accident had been horrific, but I had never had an uncontrollable response like that before. I’d never even considered it, until I heard the explosion and felt it shake my car.

One more thing. I have to hand it to this Big Rig driver. He did an amazing job holding that truck straight until he could safely pull off the road. That was an amazingly skilled driver! My hats off to you, wherever you may be!

Friday Five

This weeks Friday Five has me looking back, over the years, at all the time spent with members of the graduating class, at Falmouth High School in 1976.

I was born at the mid point of November in 1958. Back then you had to have turned 5 by the first week of that month, or they held you out a year. I had gone to Mrs. Marshall’s Nursery School with so many of my classmates, yet when school started, I was held out a year! Talk about miserable. I could read some and write and when all my friends went to school I was at home.
The following year I did start school, and really, I had a blast with the kids in my grade and as we went forward, I settled in, but I also managed to keep track of the grade ahead of me.
In High School, I fell in love with a classmate in the next class. We became inseparable. Like Frick and Frack. My only problem was that we wanted to get married, but I would have another year left of school. So, that summer between my Sophomore and Junior year, I took four courses at Summer School in order to have all the credits I needed to skip ahead a grade. I actually loved Summer School, and I think I learned more. I had wonderful teachers, and class size was just a few kids in each class. At the end of the Summer of 1975, I entered school as a member of the Class of 1976. Right back where I belonged!
My first husband and I married that December, and recently I learned that we caused quite the scandal, as my sister was told we “had” to get married. This made me laugh like crazy because although I did get pregnant a few months later, Mandy was born the day after our first wedding anniversary!
So many of these men and women, I have known well, since I was a baby, and many more became friends through Drama Club or the band. But for me, in the end, graduating with the Class of 1976 was just right!

Falmouth, Oh Falmouth

No matter how old I get, or how long I live in another place in this world, Falmouth, Massachusetts will always be my home.

It’s funny because growing up on Cape Cod, I just thought everyone had the ocean at their back door to be their own magical play ground.

I grew up in a house a mere five minute walk to one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Surf Drive Beach. My mother claims I could swim before I could walk, and that from the moment I met the ocean, something calming happened to me.

I know I loved being at the beach. Mom would pack a cooler with drinks, Peanut Butter and Marshmallow Fluff sandwiches and chips. By the time we sat to eat the sandwiches, they were always a little sandy, but you know, I just didn’t care.

There were days the sun failed us, and I would swim anyway, until my lips were blue and Mom would drag me out. And the days it rained…I know I was unhappy because the very best spot in the world was either on the towel by the shore or in the water!

So my sister and I drove by our old house on Clipper Lane, and noted Mom’s Lilacs are all gone now. We drove to the end of the lane, and the fence I hit with my bike (when I was learning how to ride a two wheeler) was still there. I teased Mel that she really should have taught me how to use the brakes as well as ride my blue Schwinn Bike!

We drove along Surf Drive from Falmouth to Woods Hole. Some things have changed, but there is this amazing Cape Cod style home, with graying shingles and blue trim and shudders. All around this house were flower beds and a little further down the hill was a small pond. This house has been just the same all of my 57 years! It quite literally took my breath away!

There was also Nobska Lighthouse. I recall the sound of it’s fog horns, during my youth. I would lie in bed at the end of my day, as the fog rolled in, and listen to the deep groan of the horn.

You must get the feeling that I love Falmouth very much and that I always will. It is home. It is where I was married (both times) and where my babies were born.

Yes, how lucky I was, to grow up where the grass was always green, the ocean always welcoming, and the sand always felt warm against my skin.