On This Farm:New O’Hana Farm, TN We Eat!

Food and Recipes We Share With Family and Friends! We throw Themed Parties for Birthdays, Holidays, and we create Disney and Movie Parties πŸ™‚ What a Blessed enriching time with everyone to cherish. Memories are precious!

Spend with pennies/Great Depression Cooking/Julia child/Jacques Pepin/Spain on a fork/Simply Mama Cooks

When looking for a great recipe I find if I can’t remember how my mom made a casserole, dessert, or snack I ask her. I’m super proud of my mom for teaching herself to bake and cook when she got married to my dad at the age of 19. My dad was raised on a farm and he was used to a table full of two different kinds of fresh meat vegetables and desserts all prepared by his mom who was an excellent cook.

When mom was four years old and as she was growing up she had to make her daddy’s eggs bacon and toast for breakfast. She also had to make his sandwich for work on weekends. Food and money was scarce and she was raised by older parents who had survived the depression.

Other than making food for her daddy on the weekends, she was not allowed to be cooking or baking in the kitchen. If a meal was ruined there was not money to buy more and you went to bed hungry.

If mom is busy I head to our book shelves full of her old recipe books:Woman’s Home Companion Cook Book-The American Woman’s Cook Book-Tried Recipes for the Bride-Homemade Bread-Economy In Cooking-Kitchen Guide

Another helpful source has been to GOOGLE IT! πŸ™‚ spend with pennies has been a favorite one of late for me as I seem to be rushing from one project to the next preparing for our English Bulldog puppies to arrive April 27, 2022!

Great Depression Cooking OH! My heart! Clara you are awesome. She caught my eye in the weekly magazine my husband brings me home. Woman’s World I just watched her on youtube this morning while she made Poorman’s Meal.

At night and on weekend mornings, my husband and I will sit and watch some very tasty meals being prepared on Youtube. I listed them above in the heading. Have a wonderful weekend :)Jen

Healing for the Soul

Exploring New O’Hana Farm, here in beautiful Tennessee, with family, friends, and our pups, has been such an adventure and healing for my soul. We are coming up on our first year anniversary in less than a week! We were talking about this as we saw the colors changing on some of our trees.

For the next few posts, I am going to look through the year in photos. There may be repeats as I share them with you, but hopefully you will find them to be not only pretty, but interesting and comforting.

The first photo may not look like much, but can ONLY be truly appreciated if you are sitting on our swing in the Whimsy Garden we are creating!! Morning, Noon, and Night, being there is like viewing and feeling a little bit of heaven!

The double rainbow is shared from our side patio, and when I saw them, I felt like I was the only one on earth. I must have took 30 photos.

The moon is from last weekend. Our trampoline was destroyed by the huge tornadoes that ripped through Tennessee. We have been waiting to find and purchase a new one. As the family enjoyed glow sticks, s’mores, and jumping, I took the moon photo. We enjoyed staying up late, a bonfire, and family. The moon shone through the clouds, gently.

We truly have Gatlinburg, TN views as you look at the next 3 photos! Our home has plenty of windows that we leave without curtains and shades to enjoy the beauty of the seasons! Happy Autumn! :)Jen

On This Farm We Wander

My name is Sampson, and I am the baby of Delilah and Moses. My momma, a Nubian, is the best at getting under fences, climbing over hay bales, chewing through bungee cords, and pushing in one spot till she breaks free. She gets out and enjoys the other pasture until she gets bored. She works her way through the barn, and if the gate is open, she stands just outside.

My dad, Moses, a Boer, is happy and content to stay in the warm large side of the barn, or out in the large pasture. He is very laid back, laying on his large wooden spools in the warm morning sunshine. When he is getting ready to be fed, brushed, and people are talking to him, he loves to smile super big!

Last Thursday, my momma, Delilah, broke fencing and began exploring. She visited the Nigerian and African Pygmy goats, pushing on their gate, till she nicely dented it in. The male, Stitch, though young, stood his ground. He let out noises that sounded like hisses and grunts to protect the 7 young females he proudly adores.

The exploring part looked like a great opportunity, for myself, to also experience wandering. Finding a way out, I joined my momma, and asked if we could walk the drive and look in the windows of the farm house. Wouldn’t those people that feed and care for us be surprised?!!

Feeling large gravel under my hooves was rather interesting. The two of us walking together on a different adventure! Hearing the farm house door, my heart felt nervous and excited. She, the lady that always says, “Good morning Handsome”, stood outside with her boots on, hair tied back, and shiny things in her hands. Might she have a treat? Maybe I would try to smile like my dad, Moses.

Then those shiny things began to bang together and with shock, momma ran back towards the barn. She is a stubborn girl, I have heard the lady and man say. But, not today. If she is not going to be stubborn, then I will be! Feeling brave and strong, I start to turn around. My horns are quite impressive on my powerful head. My body is strong and I am young and want to explore. Ladies voice gets much louder, as do the shiny things. Before I know what I have done, I am back in the barn. Watching Lady close the gates, I hear her say, “Thank you, Handsome.” :)Jen

4th of July

Happy 4th of July from Daisy, Our English Bulldog, and All of Us here on New O’Hana Farm, TN!

Prayers and Love being sent out to each one of you. Be Safe and Remember all the Wonderful Blessings and Memories we have, have had together, and will have again! :)Jen

Bulldog Daisy and A Tuesday Morning

Daisy Gentle Lee

Waking early on the farm, anyone up can enjoy the sun peeking up over the mountains. The grackle birds are on the feeders. Their thin, legs looking too long as they walk their feathered sheen bodies about. Old man winter worked hard through the night to beautifully cover each blade of grass. If one would capture his perfect artwork with photo, the picture would surely lack in desire. Fog drifts lazily over the creek, appearing unafraid of the morning light.

Out burst us pups to enjoy the crisp morning. First, me, Daisy, the English Bulldog. I search the ground for any new smell, then go to the fence to watch the birds swoop down. My sister, the blue heeler/collie is not as gentle. She races to the fence to sound out a bark. Oreo ruined my show, scaring away my feathered friends. Being an avid bird watcher, now I will have to go in search of a stick. I look for the large groundhog that lives under the outbuildings. Patrol the yard, then quietly sit at the back door. Momma will let us in and wipe my big paws. Maybe I will chase the tennis ball back under the chair. Or enjoy a warm nap on the sunny couch.