The Amazing Adventures of Mrs. Farmer Girl and Mrs. Candy

I was out checking the garden and saw these giant purple things that had fallen to the ground. Being the curious person I am I broke it open and the dog jumped up to grab it. Thus, realizing, “Hey, I might be able to eat that.” It smells sweet and is super juicy and the bright, vivid color of a beet.

So, after a few minutes of research,  “Mrs. Farmer Girl” as she asked me to call her and myself, “Mrs. Candy” set out on a prickly pear hunting adventure.

Of course, no outing would be acceptable without dressing up just a little!  I always wear my hat in the sun but hers was a bit over sized. 🙂

Accessories are everything!

A new friend nearby encouraged us.While taking this photo, Mrs. Farmer Girl decided now would be a good time to play with the cactus, so this picture was a bit rushed as I had to do extractions.

So we finished our search with a small load. We went to the kitchen and prepared our delightful goody for sorbet.

You do have to take precautions because they have little spines that are quite painful.

Mrs. Farmer Girl didn’t touch them, she just sprayed them 🙂

Cut them in half and scoop out the center with a spoon.

We whipped them in the blender, strained the seeds (at Mrs Farmer Girl’s request and poured what remained into our ice cream maker. The Recipe we used was from http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/george-duran/prickly-pear-sorbet-recipe/index.html.

Out of pocket expense…

1/2 cup sugar 🙂

I did not save the skins for serving, I used a beautiful piece of my china instead:)

Mrs. Farmer Girl loved her portion. I am saving mine for later 🙂

Thus ended the exciting adventures of… Mrs. Farmer Girl and Mrs. Candy

Our next adventure may come sooner than I think!

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Confessions from a Country Girl

I grew up on a dairy farm in Idaho, though I never had to do any hard work. I got to play which is great when you are a kid! We left the farm though when I was still young so even though I played in cow poo and mud, I still had a problem with snakes and spiders.

We are now living in my dream home on 7 plus acres and I feel restful. Happy. Fulfilled!

This morning as I was preparing second breakfasts for my daughter while she put on all of her “Goojelery”,  and there was a spider see.

I quickly grabbed a black rubber boot in a quiet freak out mode of, “ew! ew! ew!” and killed that sucker! Then I threw it in the toilet, flushed it smiling a fretful smile of victory as I walked briskly to get my phone.

I texted my Dear Husband and asked what kind of spider it was!

He wrote back, “Was it fuzzy or glossy?”

WHAaaaaaTTTT??? A SPIDER! DON’T YOU READ ME??? I wrote back.
“Haha.” said he.

“Glossy probably Black Widow. Fuzzy means probably jumping spider.”

All I know is Spiders in my house with black furry or glossy bodies are not going to make it!

Spider: 0 Country Girl: 1

And that is all about it.