Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Flat breads, venison & thrift store tractors

We had a really good dinner tonight of venison tacos: onions, peppers, cilantro & tomato grown by me. Venison shot by my dad and dry aged for 30 days - amazing - thanks, dad! The venison was cooked medium-rare and seasoned with paprika, cumin and garlic.  Homemade flat breads.

I LOVE this recipe for flat bread and it occurred to me that the recipe card will probably get lost at some point, so here it is:

Of course all of those are just suggestions - today I chucked in some wheat flour and a bunch of quail eggs. Didn't measure the milk, sugar, salt etc.  The recipe as it is written makes about 12 flat breads about the size of a dessert plate; I usually half it when I make it.  These are SO delicious and make the most decadent PB&J's you can imagine. 

Put everything into the mixer with the dough hook attachment, went to get the mail, came back and adjusted the dough as needed.  In about 2 hours they are ready.  Pull off golf ball sized portions of dough, roll out on a floured surface.  While you are rolling the dough, put your cast iron skillet on the burner on medium.  Grease with butter or not - it works either way - less of a problem with smoking if you cook/fry them on a dry pan.

Flip when they are firm on the bottom and may have tiny bubbles - one minute each side?  You'll know.  If they start to really puff like a pita pocket, prick the air bubble with a knife and continue.

It was a really good dinner and we have some left for sandwiches tomorrow.

What else... something the little man and I have been doing each week is to go to the thrift store.  It's a little local place in our town and all of the proceeds fund the food pantry.  

He knows exactly where the toy section is and makes a bee-line for it when we go there.  He'll play with about half a dozen toys before he finds the one he wants to take home.  We discuss it, "You can pick one - do you want to take that one home?" but I let him get whatever he wants.  Today he was playing with some toys when an elderly volunteer came up pushing a shopping cart containing a bunch of dozers and dump trucks - he went nuts and tried to climb into the cart.  

It's fun when he's made up his mind because he'll be playing quietly then turn on his heels and make a break for the cash register while holding the toy.  Then slam it on the counter, which is about a foot over his head.

We pay for it and take it home.  Then the next week we quietly bring in a box of stuff to donate back.  

I think he's learning a lot from this.  The toys are super cheap, the dozer cost us $2.50, and he loves it.  Plus, when he gets a toy home that he's chosen by himself he will play with it for literally hours, or days on end.  Today when we picked up my husband from work he insisted on bringing along in the car both the "truck" that he found today along with the "track track" (tractor) he found last week.

Everyday life,  what fun.


  1. Perfect lesson on not hoarding your stuff, learn it young, plus he's passing it on. When our daughter's were young each year at about this time we would go to a car boot sale to get rid of stuff, we encouraged the girls to sort unwanted stuff, any thing they sold they kept the money to spend as they wished. I worked for us for years.

    1. I know. Clutter has always been a weakness of mine and I'm really trying hard on this one :)