Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Going Bananas with Cream Cheese




I have Jessica, my coworker to thank.

A few weeks ago she posted a banana bread recipe on facebook. Of course this recipe had a scrumptious looking picture. And interesting. It had a layer of cream cheese. Yes. Cream cheese. I love cream cheese. I love cream cheese frosting, cream cheese mints, cheese cake (especially if it's snickers cheesecake) all dips that have cream cheese, cream cheese in my hashbrowns, cream cheese in my scrambled eggs, my husbands enchiladas that he makes with cream cheese, and those little dill pickles wrapped in dried beef wouldn't be the same without cream cheese. Right? Oh yes, I can't forget cream cheese potato casserole. 

Pretty much every recipe that has cream cheese, count me in. I've never heard of it in banana bread until Jessica. It gets better. A friend of hers made some. And she shared. With me. 

I decided I had to try the recipe.  Harley Man was pretty happy I shared with him. <smiles>

If you love cream cheese, try this recipe.  http://www.averiecooks.com/2014/07/cream-cheese-filled-banana-bread.html And if you have ripe bananas.

The only difference is that I added a streusel topping which consisted of melted butter, flour, brown sugar and cinnamon.

It is so delicious. You will end up sharing with somebody. 






Thank you Jessica.


Grandma Becker's entry for August 12, 1990
"A beautiful day.  Church-Rev. Don Carver (urban renewal Minister W'loo) spoke. Wonderful Sermon.  Home for dinner (scalloped potato, smoked chops, green beans, cucs and pudding).  Home all P.M. at 6 we went to McDonald's. Brought 4 beautiful roses in".

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

xoxo
Melody

Monday, August 4, 2014

Summertime Sundays




There are those Sundays that just beg the smoker to be rolling that will produce tender, finger-licking, good-to-the-bone barbecue.  We gather 'round the patio table and have a deck day which includes laughter, long talks, listening to music, and a few cocktails. Yard work is also incorporated but only if necessary.  Once in a while poker is brought up....I'm not good at poker though which makes me not want to play. We haven't played cards for quite a while.

This is my poker face. Not a good one. 
 I know, so disappointing. Maybe we should play a few games of "horse" instead of cards.

Anyway. Back to bbq. This is when I step out of the kitchen and let Harley Man do all of the work.  He makes his own bbq sauce which no one is allowed to know the ingredients or measurements. Well, I know a some of what makes it so lip smacking tasty and finger licking good.  But not all. 

He babies those ribs all day long, with lots of love that will make your taste buds dance through out the day. It's really like torture. It's probably worse for the neighborhood.

I love summertime Sundays.



Let the countdown begin.







I know, right? That sauce is amazeballs.
 
I know, another Pronghorn Antelope picture. I like them and they were taking a stroll on the golf course. How can you not love the babies? 


Grandma Becker's entry for August 4, 1990.
"Gerald vacuumed and I dusted. Gerald got drivers' license renewed. Stopped to see Helen. She looked real good. Went Pals' in PM to a buffet luncheon for Teresa's graduation from U.N.I. Delicious!
Cool north breeze in PM. Bert and girls freezing corn - (girls didn't help much). Al, Naomi, Linda helped. Still working at 10pm. Cool night for sleeping".

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

xoxo
Melody

P.S.  I can't believe Connie, DeAnn and I "didn't help much".  Maybe helped eating it! HA! 
I miss those days.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Off the Beaten Path





Saturday late afternoon we left a little early for Casper. Around 4:30pm. Elizabeth was flying in from Iowa and due to land at 7:40pm.  I've always wanted to explore some of the winding gravel roads you can see from the Interstate or highways winding their way into Wyoming history. Being a country girl at heart, I miss the feeling of driving down a gravel road, with the dust rolling behind you and the music cranked up.  Growing up Dad had a little run around two-seater  red truck. I thought it was a Chevy but it might have been  foreign made (gasp!). It had a stick shift with a musical horn installed in it. The three of us girls named it Red Bird. We flew down those gravel roads on our way to town for a bottle of pop or a gallon of milk. Of course we would also cruise main street playing the musical horn. Ha!

The gravel roads we took yesterday the speed limit is 30, which was plenty fast. Some turn into a skinny one lane, and you can meet a semi with water or oil tanks. There is also the cattle to watch out for as they roam free on the rancher's land.  Wyoming is a fence out state for cattle, meaning that landowners who prefer not to have livestock on their property are responsible for fencing them out. New to me since moving here. I'm used to barbed wire fencing and square fields. Although those square fields I grew up with are now larger squares.

We made our way by the Pumpkin Buttes which have a rich, deep history.  From "The Wonders of Wyoming"-  The Indians called the buttes “wagamu paha”, meaning gourd hills. The Sioux used the site for tribal ceremonies, and put Pumpkin Buttes to good use as a perfect lookout during battles with settlers along the Bozeman Trail. There are hundreds of tipi rings on and around the buttes that prove that Native Americans lived and worshipped here for centuries.  Pumpkin Buttes not only served as a welcome landmark along the Bloody Bozeman Trail, but it also became a hideout for famed outlaw “Big Nose” George Parrott. In the 1950′s, uranium was discovered near Pumpkin Buttes, which would generate alot of ill will between prospectors and stockmen. There were only a few small mines that worked the area.

It was a very interesting, beautiful drive.

We wound our way back to the highway and journeyed on to Casper. The flight from Denver with Elizabeth arrived and soon headed back to Gillette. It was one of those summer nights when the deer were out-a huge buck was standing alongside the road. Glad he stayed there and said a quick prayer for those traveling around us were safe as well. We had an impromptu greeting of a little fox in the middle of the highway as well. He scampered back to the side of the road and we made it back to Gillette by 10:30pm. 

Had a little deck time hearing stories of when Harley Man was a mischievous little boy and had some good laughs. 

Lights out at midnight for me. Elizabeth and her Dad stayed up for a while longer talking. 

It was a good Saturday night. 


One of the Pumpkin Buttes

Pumpkin Buttes in the distance

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Taking his time.




This old guy seemed to welcome us. Wish I had his long eyelashes. 

The Indians called the buttes “wagamu paha”, meaning gourd hills. The Sioux used the site for tribal ceremonies, and put Pumpkin Buttes to good use as a perfect lookout during battles with settlers along the Bozeman Trail. There are hundreds of tipi rings on and around the buttes that prove that Native Americans lived and worshipped here for centuries.
Pumpkin Buttes not only served as a welcome landmark along the Bloody Bozeman Trail, but it also became a hideout for famed outlaw “Big Nose” George Parrott. In the 1950′s, uranium was discovered near Pumpkin Buttes, which would generate alot of ill will between prospectors and stockmen. There were only a few small mines that worked the area.


Read More: Pumpkin Buttes | Wonders of Wyoming | http://wondersofwyoming.com/pumpkin-buttes/?trackback=tsmclip
The Indians called the buttes “wagamu paha”, meaning gourd hills. The Sioux used the site for tribal ceremonies, and put Pumpkin Buttes to good use as a perfect lookout during battles with settlers along the Bozeman Trail. There are hundreds of tipi rings on and around the buttes that prove that Native Americans lived and worshipped here for centuries.
Pumpkin Buttes not only served as a welcome landmark along the Bloody Bozeman Trail, but it also became a hideout for famed outlaw “Big Nose” George Parrott. In the 1950′s, uranium was discovered near Pumpkin Buttes, which would generate alot of ill will between prospectors and stockmen. There were only a few small mines that worked the area.


Read More: Pumpkin Buttes | Wonders of Wyoming | http://wondersofwyoming.com/pumpkin-buttes/?trackback=tsmclip
The Indians called the buttes “wagamu paha”, meaning gourd hills. The Sioux used the site for tribal ceremonies, and put Pumpkin Buttes to good use as a perfect lookout during battles with settlers along the Bozeman Trail. There are hundreds of tipi rings on and around the buttes that prove that Native Americans lived and worshipped here for centuries.
Pumpkin Buttes not only served as a welcome landmark along the Bloody Bozeman Trail, but it also became a hideout for famed outlaw “Big Nose” George Parrott. In the 1950′s, uranium was discovered near Pumpkin Buttes, which would generate alot of ill will between prospectors and stockmen. There were only a few small mines that worked the area.


Read More: Pumpkin Buttes | Wonders of Wyoming | http://wondersofwyoming.com/pumpkin-buttes/?trackback=tsmclip
http://wondersofwyoming.com/


Grandma Becker's entry for August 3, 1990
"Nice morning-no rain. Washed a couple loads. Book work! Gerald on errands. Minute steak, cucs, green and yellow beans for dinner. Good too! A very humid, muggy day. Went to Jim and Helen's for a while in PM. Took liver and minute steaks to them. Home in eve".


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

xoxo
Melody