Thursday, July 19, 2007
Pie irons and cabin stuff
I spent another night at the cabin, heading to the woods shortly after Cliff left for work. In a recent entry I mentioned my buddy-pie-maker, and a reader commented that it's actually called a pie iron. Well, typing that into Google got me lots of information and several recipes at... are you ready for this?... Pieiron.com.
I had my usual grilled cheese made in the pie iron yesterday evening; this morning I experimented with French toast. I think next time I'll try the corn bread. I could get fat, playing with this thing. In ten days the granddaughters will be back, and I won't be able to head to the cabin until six or after. So I'm simply enjoying it to the fullest while I can.
I was amazed that I slept through the night until 4 A.M., because I'm usually up two or three times a night. Sadie and I were awakened by the barred owls calling to one another (click that link and you can hear how they sound); one was very close to us. I laid there awhile, listening to the insects, owls, and a passing train that set the coyotes howling. (That link will let you hear coyotes yipping).
Certain things belong at the cabin: here you see a CD set of Mother Angelica and the nuns saying the Rosary, and yes, that's a rosary there, made in Italy, given to me by my friend Joanna (neither of us is Catholic). I don't have a clue how it is used, but I get it out of my cabin bag when I'm spending the night and put it where I can see it. I like listening to the rosary sometimes as I'm going to sleep; it's very calming. Oh, the book you see is a hand-made journal-book given to me by my nephew's son (great-nephew?). I use it to write down my thoughts when I'm at the cabin.
That's a $3 souvenir I bought at a T-shirt shop last weekend at the lake. It's right at home back there.
On the same wall, above my air mattress, is a picture of Mandy. She's the dog for whom my cabin was built. She loved it there so much that, if I wasn't careful, I'd go off and lock her in. I'd go back to find her curled up in her special spot under the bed.
On a different wall is this picture of Mandy, looking off into the woods in winter from my cabin porch. So you see, she is still very much with me in my heart.
This is the other three-dollar souvenir from last weekend. I can't resist a bargain!
And Sadie, as always, lay in her favorite spot behind the cabin yesterday with her beloved Frisbee; no chance of locking her inside... she only goes in when I tell her it's time to go to bed.