The Christmas holiday saw the continuation of the loving gift exchange between me and my younger brother, Dale.

Over the years, we have exchanged taxidermy frogs, poo-themed gifts, concrete nose-picking trolls, bowls of coal, straight jackets and human-figure knife holders. This year, I lamely returned the bowl of coal Dale sent a few years ago, prompting him to ask if I had given up or if this meant he was supposed to return the coal to me again next year.

Dale’s gift had me in tears. Here it is…

Yes, that’s what you think it is. A horse head, as in The Godfather.

This gift got a lot of mileage. Aside from making my sides hurt from laughing, I got to sneak it into my brother-in -law’s bed over the Christmas holiday. Somehow, he knew who did it.

Dale wins…this year. But I haven’t thrown in the towel. Just wait, little bro.

Love,

Your Sis

P.S.
A number of people have asked where my brother got the horse head. It’s available several places on the internet, including here.

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    Minnie Ruth, the mis-named rooster, has a new name. It seems that most people think he is best re-named Johnny Cash.

    Johnny Cash at two weeks—when we thought he was a she—and now.

    Frankly, old habits die hard. I still find myself calling him Minnie Ruth. He doesn’t seem to mind as long as I have a can of corn in my hand.

    The winner of the Extraordinary Chickens calendar is Daniel from Your Home Kitchen Garden.

    Thanks to all who gave suggestions and comments about the chicken-naming dilemma. I am already thinking of names for the new chickens I plan to order in the spring.

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      Family dinners have always been an important part of my life. Family dinners with cake, especially, have always been an important part of my life. And the best dinners are those featuring oatmeal cake with coconut topping.

      I remember as a kid my parents, brothers and I used to head over to my grandparents’ house for Sunday dinner after church. All my aunts, uncles and numerous cousins would gather to tell outrageous stories, build and fix things (my family is always building and fixing things) while my grandmother cooked a traditional Southern dinner and my grandfather escaped to the garden to tend his roses.

      My grandmother’s dinners never had fewer than, say, 15 bowls and heaping plates on the table—fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes and gravy, oniony cole slaw, lima beans, angel biscuits, salty Virginia ham, green beans. And the desserts. Oh, the desserts!

      We would eat in shifts because there wasn’t enough room at the table for everyone. Afterwords, the women (no, never the men) would pitch in and clean the kitchen.

      I remember one Sunday my Aunt Margaret had finished up in the kitchen and decided to mop and wax my grandmother’s floor. I watched on, chatting, as she put the finishing touches and finally managed to wax her way into a corner.

      “Oh no! Here I am in this corner and the floor’s all wet. I guess I’ll just stand here until it’s dry,” she declared.

      “No! You can just walk out and wax over your footsteps,” I said, my five-year-old self proud of coming up with the solution.

      Of course, my Aunt Margaret was always the kidder and had let me come up with the solution. Still, it’s a fond memory—well, that and the cake.

      My husband loves this cake so much he nearly dances when he realizes that I have made one. And he keeps saying—over and over again—”Have I mentioned how much I love this cake?”

      Now, if this chocolate-loving gal says that she loves an oatmeal cake, you can take it to the bank that this is a good cake. And it’s one of those amazing cakes that only get better with time.

      So make it now and make someone happy.

      Oatmeal Cake with Coconut Topping
      1 1/4 cup boiling water
      1 cup old fashioned oats
      8 tablespoons (1 stick) butter
      1 cup white sugar
      1 cup brown sugar
      2 eggs
      1 teaspoon baking soda
      1 teaspoon cinnamon
      1 1/3 cups flour
      pinch of salt

      Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Pour boiling water over oats and let stand for 15 minutes. In a mixer, cream together butter, white and brown sugars. Add eggs. In a separate bowl, mix together baking soda, cinnamon, flour and salt. Gradually add the flour mixture to the sugar, butter and egg mixture until well blended. Stir in the oatmeal/water mixture until well combined. Pour into a 9 x 13″ baking pan. (I use a Pyrex baking pan.) Bake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes or until a knife inserted into the middle comes out clean. Top with topping after the cake cools for about 10 to 15 minutes.

      Coconut Topping
      8 tablespoons (1 stick) butter (brought to room temperature)
      1 cup brown sugar
      1 1/2 cups fresh grated coconut
      1 teaspoon vanilla
      1/8 to 1/4 cup milk

      Blend all the ingredients together until well mixed. Pour over warm (but not hot) cake and spread evenly.

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      By the way, if you haven’t voted on a chicken name for The Chicken Formerly Known as Minnie Ruth, please do so now.  I really don’t want to name this chicken Johnny.

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        May 1st, 2012

        May Day! May Day!

        Calm down. No one’s in distress here by the Chesapeake Bay. It’s just May 1—May Day!

        A little trip over to Wikipedia enlightened me about this very special day. Apparently (although I did not pull out my calendar to fact check), May 1 is exactly half a year from November 1. (*head slap*) Wikipedia did not say that May 2 is exactly half a year from November 2, so I wondered why this was really relevant or even interesting. Well, turns out that both May 1 and November 1 are raucous pagan holidays. Where are the silly string and funny hats?

        And right there in the first paragraph of the Wikipedia article it says, “May 1 is…usually a public holiday.”

        Seriously? Cause no one told my boss (aka me). No one told my husband’s boss (aka Uncle Sam). I bet your boss didn’t tell you either. Surely there is a conspiracy afoot.

        So, since we’re all working on a holiday—because Wikipedia says it’s so—let’s get some cupcakes and go sit in the garden, okay?

        See you there.

          April 30th, 2012

          It was a bad day Chez Bumblebee.

          First, the chicken flock is very put out that I decided not to indulge their daily afternoon walkabout routine. They complained loudly when I went out to the coop to explain to them that I did not feel like walking around behind seven naughty chickens dislodging newly planted seedlings and poking said seedlings back into their designated holes.

          Second, our antique cat, Miss P, was very put out that I decided to vacuum up copious amounts of dog hair for the third time in about seven days, thereby disrupting a perfectly good 23.75-hour nap.

          And third, the little dogs are running around like rabid squirrels because I haven’t yet fed them their “special dinner” and am instead sitting here typing about how the other animals are all put out with me.

          The end.

          Robin

            April 4th, 2012

            Today I am grateful that in this country I have the opportunity to voice my opinion without fear of being imprisoned, tortured or having my house burned down and family beaten.

            I am grateful for the opportunity yesterday to work with a very kind and gentle photographer who didn’t dismiss my opinions and ideas and who worked with me as a partner on a new book photo shoot.

            I am also happy and grateful for yet another beautiful day in Southern Maryland. You should come and visit.

            Robin

              March 28th, 2012

              My heart has had a roller coaster ride the past couple of weeks. People and pets I love have gone through major surgery and are, happily, recovering. My pet I will tell you about…

              Sophie is the older of my two Papillons. She has always had a bit of a breathing problem, but as the years and middle-aged weight gain have crept up on her, breathing has become a major issue.

              We visited a veterinary surgeon a couple of weeks ago. Sophie was operated on for an elongated soft palate and a collapsed pharynx. The surgeon could not repair her collapsed trachea, a condition that will require a different veterinarian at a different hospital far away.

              We wake at night and listen to her breathe. A couple of nights after surgery, at about 3 in the morning, she seemed to stop breathing. Yes, I was listening to every single rasping breath. I snaked my hand out from under the covers to touch her and ensure she was alive. I found my husband’s hand doing the exact same thing as our hands met in the dark.

              Sophie was alive. And she’s not in this alone. She is much loved.

              Robin

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                Garden and food writer Robin Ripley is co-author of Grocery Gardening and has a cookbook in development. Bumblebee is about her life in rural Maryland, her garden, cooking, dogs and pet chickens. She also blogs about food and chickens at Eggs & Chickens.

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