Cookin' Day! Custard Pie

So Brian didn't stop at biscuits and soup--oh no!
He went completely insane and made pie crust (since we had a flour-covered counter)!






Then he whipped up a positively perfect custard with our raw milk, raw cream, homemade butter and little golden eggies from our girls--mmmm.

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Few foods can make me cry, but this did it! I thought of my grandmother and her custard pie and got misty. It was scrumptious!

Cookin' Day! In the pots

While those buttermilk biscuits were working, we started the usual chicken/veggie soup for his folks' Tuesday din-din. This is the yummy stock after the chicken (leg quarters, in this case) boiled for a few hours with celery, onion and seasonings.


Meanwhile, I had a craving for red beans and rice. So I soaked a pound of beans overnight and started them on the stove in the am with a beautiful ham hock, onion, bay leaves, red pepper flakes, crushed fennel/caraway/cinnamon...and cooked for hours. Over basmati, it was a DREAM!


And the dehydrator was running with some older winesaps and organic cranberries. When fruit gets old--dry it out! Or you can give it to the chickens--who go NUTS!

Cookin' Day! Buttermilk Biscuits

We tend to do all sorts of chores on Sundays. If you've read some of this blog before, you know that we lead an odd lifestyle--a little more old-timey than most folks these days. So our cooking is generally from scratch.

Really scratch...like making our own butter. That's another post.


Yesterday, Brian awoke with a mission from the baking gods! He started the day by making buttermilk biscuits. While he mixed the dough, I buttered and floured a juice glass for cutting.

Here's the final results--delish with my homemade apple butter. How Hoosier!