The Redpolls are here. They arrived yesterday. The word must be out that we have an unending supply of Thistle Seed.
They feed at the feeders and down on the ground. I wonder if they came in from the south, the north or from someone’s feeders who went south.
Many in our area are “Snow Birds” that means when the snow flies they head south. The rest wait till after Christmas to head out and then there are those of us who stay put…die hard Minnesota residents. Someone has to stay around to feed the birds.
I made homemade noodles and chicken for Saturday night supper. The ultimate comfort food. His paternal grandmother would make them often for Sunday dinner along with blueberry pie. We skipped the pie part. There was plenty left over to freeze. As I rolled and cut the noodles I was transported back to her kitchen…she threw a towel of the back of a chair and hung the noodles there to dry.
We have become lazy cooks…cook once eat at least twice…or freeze in individual servings.
Far Guy wanted to know step by step what I did with those noodles. I made them, the recipe is in any Betty Crocker Cookbook for Egg Noodles. They dried on cookie sheets. I cooked up chicken thighs in a roaster pan in the oven while taking a nap. When I got up, I boiled the noodles for about 20 plus minutes in a Dutch Oven half full of water. Far Guy shredded the chicken and took out bones, sockets and veins…I hate veins in chicken meat. Then I drained the noodles and added the chicken and it’s broth…and brought it all to a simmer. Delish…almost as good as his grandma used to make.