Saturday, March 29, 2014

Feeling like a Shepherd, all I need is a crook. Plus sheep.


Everyone is completely over the snow and cold. Well, almost everyone. The one man at the Wisconsin Cheese Shop downtown loves the snow and wants at least one or two good, solid snowstorms. It says Spring on the calendar but yesterday we still woke up to a few inches of freshly fallen, wet snow. 

Which made me hungry for comfort food. I really, really want put "spring" into my baking but the weather made me think otherwise. 

So I came across a recipe for Shepard's Pie and decided it would be comforting enough to try while watching the NCAA games. Sad for Iowa State, by the way. I had them going all the way-ALL THE WAY-in my brackets. Busted. Crap. 

By the way, I found out that the term Shepard's Pie is named that since the type of meat used is lamb or mutton. And since shepherd's are associated with rearing sheep. It is also known as Cottage pie and it originated in 1791 in the UK.  I used ground beef though-not a fan of lamb. Or mutton. 

If only there was the capability of scratch 'n sniff on our computers. Wait. That could be kind of gross. But anyway, the carrots, celery, and onions smelled delish. Always do. 



 I love our 1950's stove. Harley Man named it Smiley since it does look like it's smiling. The covered pot had the potatoes simmering, ready to be mashed.  
 Added the ground beef, tomato paste, and a few other necessary ingredients. 


                                                                                    Just about ready to put in the oven.


Turned out delicious, and comforting as well. Especially comforting with the Cyclone loss.


 I need to mention that I normally don't like my mashers mixed in with other food. This was different, as it was used as a topping. Kind of like frosting.    

Leftovers are just as comforting. 

But now I want a couple of little lambs. Not for Shepherds Pie but because they're so cute.  



Grandma Becker's entry for March 29, 1990
"Light rain early morn. Air so damp and cold all day. Hair at 9:30. Gerald to Aplington. Charles sold 10 heifers $950 each. Gerald home at 6:10. Talked to Dorothy-still in hospital. Lucille Anderson called me".


It's a great day to be alive~make it a great day!
xoxo
Melody

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