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ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Lazy Sunday Brownie Sundaes

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brownie, ice cream, butterscotch sauce

Sunday morning, rain is falling… That’s how it started, a slow, steady rain matching our downhearted moods and providing comfort for those of us mourning the ridiculous Razorback loss. The rain turned to drizzle and ended rather quickly, much like the game. The skies remained gray, the day cool. What’s more idyllic than a rainy, unhurried Sunday? We lazed around the house (is lazed a word?), had a late lunch with family, napped and read and read and napped. We watched the end of the Cowboy game, which proved to be the unhappiest 2 and 0 season start ever. A bad football weekend calls for chocolate. To be specific, brownies. To be more specific, Lazy Sunday Brownie Sundaes.Continue Reading

The best Spicy Pulled Pork in all the land. And football.

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Spicy Pulled Pork - the best in all the land.

Yesterday I made a spicy pulled pork based on Ree Drummond’s (The Pioneer Woman’s) recipe. I give her all the credit. I haven’t changed any of her ingredients because there’s no reason to tamper with the best pulled pork recipe in all the land. The only thing I do differently is I don’t use a food processor. Instead, I dice the onion and hand mix all the ingredients. I like to have pieces of onion in the mix. Plus, I don’t own a food processor. Crazy, I know.

Here’s a LINK to The Pioneer Woman’s recipe. Go check it out. She has beautiful pictures and step-by-step instructions.

Now on to football. John and I will be at the Razorback game today. And wooo pig, the weather should be nice. (The first game was hot!) Will the Hogs remember to show up? Please, yes. They play Texas Tech—love those old Southwest Conference rivalries. I’ll be secretly scouting the Red Raiders for next week’s Baylor Bear game. (So Briles, call me.)Continue Reading

BUYING LOCAL gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling

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the importance of buying local

Buying local gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I’ve always thought it would be cool to have a little roadside produce stand where I’d sell home grown tomatoes and okra and fragrant lavender from my garden. It would be shaded by one massive oak tree and my wooden tables would be covered with vintage oilcloths. For me, stopping at farm fresh produce stands is like buying cookies from a girl scout—impossible not to do.Continue Reading

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