the sounds of a hungry cow.

I spent last week at my parent’s house in East Texas. They were desperate for a vacation. They’ve been working SOOO hard and the only way they were going to be able to go was if I could come down and watch their house and dog, and help out with the office. So, considering that I’m forever in debt to my parents, I drove down to Tyler on Monday morning and stayed until Saturday morning. I spent the week by myself in the country… Well, not totally by myself. I had Jax. And the cow.

The first  night was a little rough. I didn’t sleep because it’s always scary to be somewhere “new” by yourself. Oh, and Jax licked and scratched all night. ugh. Even if I had slept, however, there would be no need for me to set an alarm. Every morning at 7 a.m., I woke up to the sounds of a VERY hungry mama cow. (The people who live behind my parents have a high school aged son who is part of FFA and is raising a cow. She and Knox used to play along the fence line and she would moo at him. Recently, she had a baby cow and apparently has gotten quite sassy…) At 7 a.m. EVERY DAY, I would wake up to her mooooooing for food. She would even go over to her food trough and turn it over to make a statement! I’m not talking about a wimpy mooo. We’re talking loud, sassy, HUNGRY moo. (I can’t say I don’t know what she’s talking about…We’ve all been there.) There’s probably an acre between my parent’s bedroom and her pasture and she woke me up. So, needless to say, it was quite the unusual experience for me! It was nice to have a little different pace than what I’m used to. 

I enjoyed being in my parents house because it’s just so different than mine. It was nice to be in a big kitchen and be able to move around while I cook. One night I made myself a steak  (close your ears, mama cow!) using this recipe, and it turned out perfect! I was so proud of myself! I didn’t need Lane to cook my steak! (Although, I do like sharing them with someone else. Steaks alone are kinda sad…)

While I was there, I went and shopped around their fabulous new grocery store. (sad that I’m at a point in my life when I blog about how wonderful grocery stores are..) I roamed the aisles for quite a while. I was in heaven! I picked up some amazing looking organic strawberries and knew I had to make strawberry ice cream (open your ears now, mama cow!)

Look at these GORGEOUS strawberries!

I have made this recipe several times before but haven’t ever blogged about it. It’s SOOOOOO good and SOOOOOO easy. The first time I made it, I told my oldest nephew I was making strawberry ice cream and he turned his nose up. Then, we convinced him to try it and now I’m pretty sure he’s obsessed like the rest of us!

Of course I got the recipe from Annie’s Eats. Where else would I go to get recipes?? She just posted about making ice cream and the  two different techniques used. It’s a great post if you’re interested in ice cream making!

 Strawberry Ice Cream from Annie’s Eats

Ingredients:

2 cups fresh ripe strawberries, stemmed and sliced

3 tbsp. freshly squeezed lemon juice (If you use too much, it can take on a lemony taste. I just used the juice of half of one medium sized lemon and it was perfect.)

1 cup sugar, divided

1 cup whole milk

2 cups heavy cream

1 tsp. vanilla extract

Directions:

Combine the strawberries with the lemon juice and 1/3 cup of sugar; stir gently and allow the strawberries to macerate in the juices for 2 hours.

In another bowl, use a hand mixer to combine the milk and granulated sugar until the sugar is dissolved. Stir in the heavy cream, the vanilla and any accumulated juices from the strawberries.

Turn on your ice cream maker and pour the mixture into the frozen bowl. Let mix until thickened, about 25-30 minutes. Add the sliced strawberries during the last 5 minutes of freezing. Ice cream will be soft at this point. For a firmer ice cream, transfer to an airtight container and store in freezer until it has reached your desired consistency.

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And, finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t share with you one more cow story…

When my parents arrived home on Friday night, my dad and I were on the back patio having a few drinks and talking. I decided to walk do to the fence line and see if the baby cow would let me pet it. Before mama cow had the baby, she was very affectionate. She loved to be rubbed on and would come to the fence when you were there. So, I walked down to the fence slowly and made my presence known. Both cows were chewing on grass and the baby was the closest to the fence. As I got closer, the baby got a little scared and moved away. Mama, however, moved closer to me. I thought the was headed my way to let me pet her…

She stared at me the whole way to the fence and as she got about 10 feet from me, SHE CHARGED!!!!!!!! She didn’t come through the fence, nor do I think it was her intention to, but she was sending me a message! I am pretty sure I spilled most of the drink in my hand and I RAN back up to the house. My dad was doubled over laughing. He said he hadn’t seen me move that fast since junior high track meets! She scared the living daylights out of me and I’m pretty sure I don’t feel bad anymore about eating my delicious steak. Hmmmmph.

Glaring at me through the fence…

And, of course, Jax pictures. Jax and I had LOTS of conversations over the course of 6 days. Most were about how I could further meet the needs of the King. That included how he will only, from now on, eat his food after it’s been drizzled in hot water on a paper plate and microwaved for 15 seconds. If you’ve ever smelled microwaved dog food, vomit is probably the word that comes to mind.

His morning pose. He lays like this until you rub his belly for a LONG time.

In the car on the way to the vet for his allergy shots..

I went to the restroom and came back to find him on the kitchen table. He LOVES to sunbathe and was not happy that I had interrupted him. (This picture isn’t from last week, but I caught him in this same position.)

Cheers!