Saturday, April 8

Progress

 We are making progress on the transition from Texas to Iowa. I told Butch I had a brilliant idea! I am cooking everything I have in the freezer and we will eat leftovers all week. It seems to be working. Last night was pork loin and tonight we are invited to an easter meal at a friend's house. On the horizon are chicken and noodles and hamburger and green beans. The story is...

When Butch and I were in grade school, one of the cooks in the lunch room was Grandma Hanson. Grandma Hanson was a neighbor to the Brookers. Grandma Hanson knew the recipe she cooked at school for 'hamburger and green beans' and shared it with Butch's Mom because oddly enough it was a favorite for Butch. Those who know him will realize just how much of an oddity that is! I happen to like it too and our kids grew up with it and like it as well. It has always been my go-to choice when I couldn't think of anything else. I usually have everything on hand to put it together at all times. It is so simple I almost hesitate to tell you how to make it. 

But here goes; Brown one pound of hamburger in a medium to large skillet. Drain most of the grease leaving a tablespoon or two. Sprinkle a tablespoon or two of flour over the hamburger and stir till it is all incorporated. Add two cans of DRAINED green beans. Stir and add approximately 1 cup of milk. Salt and pepper to taste. There will not be much of a sauce because there isn't supposed to be.

And that, my friends, is all it takes! I have added onion at times and sometimes I will sprinkle a bit of cheese on it.  Some of our classmates think it is awful but we stand by it firmly as being quite tasty.

The food business of transitioning is the most difficult. But after this season I am sure I will have a plan that works on both ends. Practice makes perfect! Till next time.


Thursday, April 6

One busy woman am I...

 This project has been in my head for quite some time but it has now come to pass. The flowering bush in the background is an Oleander and it started blooming shortly after we arrived and has bloomed all winter.




When I started on the project of finding pictures of Myrla it became difficult to stop looking at all kinds of photos.  This one was taken in Cumberland, a town of 300 people. You might guess it is a rural setting.

Our golfing years in Atlantic IA- Nishna Hills Golf Course


Pecan Bill in Magnolia Park

I can get caught up in this too easily and if I am going to make any headway on getting ready to roll on the 16th I had better quit with the stroll down memory lane. I enjoyed it.

I have several piles of this and that ready for their place in the car. Yesterday, Butch and I purchased a cooler and we will most likely find the ambient air in the north will be cooler enough.




Tuesday, April 4

Going through pictures

There were a few errors in this entry, so I cleaned it up and reposted it. BB
I was going through my photos looking for one of my sister Myrla when I came across these and decided to share them.

The guy on the left says, "She said to hold still! You would think we could do that for a second or two?"
When I biked with our Magnolia friends we came across this longhorn and they stopped long enough for me to get this photo.

Bernard Kelley, Butch Brooker, and Bill Brooker eating at Fat Daddy's on Highway 1015. About 2004 I am guessing.

Butch and Barb in 1982




When we lived in Cumberland Iowa I was told there was a family of fox
next to a country church so I drove out and took a few photos.


Butch and Angel had a special bond. This was a familiar sight with Angel getting brushed.





Monday, April 3

Myrla Pics

 

Myrla and Theresa








Myrla Cripe Kloster

 My sister Myrla passed away either late Saturday the 1st or Sunday the 2nd. She was 62. Myrla was my half-sister although I never felt halfway about her. I am sure her other sister on her fathers' side, Karen, never felt halfway about her either.

Myrla was a smoker and she started at a very young age. Her health deteriorated because of it but quitting was not something she would even consider. She chose her path and never wavered.

She was always fun and funny. A pleasure to be around if you didn't take her too seriously.

I could write a whole book about her. Perhaps another day...