Archive for May, 2010
SALMON FISHING
Written by Rocky Mountain Woman on May 27, 2010 – 5:48 pm -I’m on vacation this week Salmon Fishing in Oregon, but I didn’t want to miss class, so I fired up the laptop to send a few pictures of my trip. I caught a 20 lb. Chinook Salmon this morning in Garibaldi Oregon!
Here are a few pictures of the marina where we chartered the boat……….
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I’ll post more pictures later, but for now I better hurry up because I’m late for class and I want to visit as many of you as I can before my battery dies…
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Posted in She Travels | 16 Comments »RHUBARB SAUCE
Written by Rocky Mountain Woman on May 20, 2010 – 5:49 am -This post is submitted as part of Jenny Matlock’s Alphabet Thursday.
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It doesn’t feel like spring to me until I start seeing rhubarb in the markets. And finally, finally, the snow is beginning to melt and everything is greening up around here. It’s about time! I made this rhubarb sauce in honor of spring. Try it!
Start with about a pound of fresh rhubarb, diced…
add a small chunk (about an inch) of fresh ginger, smashed
place in a medium saucepan and add 3T of water, a few passes on your grater from a nutmeg, and about 3/4 cup of sugar (more or less, depending on how tart you want it)
Cover and simmer until it turns into this (about 15 minutes)
I put mine on top of ice cream, but you could be healthy and serve it on hot cereal or yogurt. (The ice cream is better)….
easy peasy..
Posted in She Cooks | 26 Comments »CHINA BLUE + TWO – OR HOW I GOT INTO THE HORSE BUSINESS PART II
Written by Rocky Mountain Woman on May 19, 2010 – 12:32 pm -We went back and the breeder was waiting for us at the corral.
“I knew you guys would be back, I could see your wife falling in love with that mare,” he said to my husband as we pulled up. He agreed to deliver her to our little farm, so we raced home and checked and rechecked all of our fences for any breaks or anything at all that might hurt her.
Her name was Misty’s Ripplin, but her barn name was China Blue because she had big blue eyes.
About five o’clock he pulled in with his horse trailer and led her to the pasture, took off her halter and let her run. She ran and ran and ran for hours. We didn’t even try and catch her. We borrowed some hay from a neighbor and put some in the pasture with her, but she didn’t even look at it, just kept running. 
By the next morning, she had calmed down enough that we could get her to come over to us and she ate some of the hay.
We needed all kinds of stuff, halters, lead lines, saddles, grooming supplies. The tack and feed store wasn’t open on Sunday, so we couldn’t go shopping. Instead, we just watched her most of the day, milling around the pasture, smelling everything she could find.
Monday morning I went to work and my husband went to the feed store and spent a ridiculous amount of money on food, accessories, etc. If you’ve ever brought a puppy home, you know how much it can cost to get all of the equipment that goes with dog ownership. Well imagine if the puppy was 800 lbs! When I got home Monday, she had an assortment of halters, grooming equipment, feed and water buckets, etc. etc.
Life went on for a few months and winter rolled around. One weekend when I was helping my husband clean out the barn, I noticed that China seemed to want to be right next to me all the time. I had to shoo her away so I could work. I decided that she was lonely. My husband agreed and a few days later he handed me this
a picture of a mare he had gone to look at that day and wanted to buy.
I said sure, why not? This was, after all, his hobby, not mine. I didn’t have time for another horse in my life, I had an ill husband, two kids, a howling hound dog and a demanding job with an hour commute both ways. It didn’t matter though because this was his hobby and all I had to do was be supportive and help out a little on the weekends. I wasn’t investing anything in it emotionally, not really.
We bought a trailer (and a truck to pull it of course), so we could haul our mare to the breeder because that was the next idea that my husband had. He wanted to breed both mares, just once so the kids could be around baby animals and maybe we could make a little money by selling the babies. He found a breeder that had two stallions and we took them both up to his place one Saturday and left them for a week so they could be bred – one to one stallion and the other to another stallion.
I really missed them that week and that should have been my first clue about what was to come, but I never saw the train coming down the track before it hit me.
to be continued…
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