If you’ve been on Facebook at all lately, you’ve most likely seen dozens of posts from people who are part of an ongoing project during the month of November where they post each day about things for which they are thankful. I haven’t joined in yet, but I think the project has merit.
There are so many things to be thankful for each and every day. Currently, I’m thankful that Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching. I’m craving a piece of my aunt’s delicious pecan pie.
Halloween is almost here! The candy is overflowing from its bowl by the door, the perfect costumes have been laid out for a night of “trick or treating” and the jack-o-lanterns are shining on the porch from their goofy—or spooky—faces.
Did you know that your carefully carved pumpkins may have started in a patch right here in the Lone Star State?
Meet Jason Pyle, a Texas pumpkin grower and Floyd County Farm Bureau member, who tends his fields to be sure you and your family enjoy the perfect fall pumpkin.
From a very young age, I remember spending most of my free time in the kitchen. Whether it was prepping stuff for my mom or helping my dad cook breakfast, I have very fond memories of growing up with food.
My first attempts to cook on my own started with a kid’s microwave cookbook. Yep, microwave cooking was all the rage in the 1980s. My favorite recipe was for Kid Friendly Chili. Easy to prepare in the microwave, it was sure to be a hit. What I didn’t know was how big of a hit it was going to be.
Farming is harder, and more labor-intensive, than it looks. I know it seems pretty obvious, but I’ve spent a lot of time on our family’s farm, and I have to say, even I was shocked by the amount of tasks farmers accomplish in a single day. I’ve spent the greater part of the past two weeks traveling the state–from Harlingen to Lubbock–interviewing farmers about what they do for our Outstanding Young Farmer & Rancher competition. It’s been very interesting, to say the least. For the first time in my life, I touched sugar cane, which is much taller than you think. In Mercedes, near Harlingen, there were stalks about eight feet high.
In the famous words of Hank Snow and more recently Brian Burns, “I’ve been everywhere man. I’ve been everywhere.” Now that summer is officially over, I’ve had a few minutes to look back on the places we have been and the people we got to see. Since Butters is a little older now, we took more family trips on the weekends and even spent a week at the beach for the second year in a row.