Boston Brown Bread (and, I found the lima beans)

I prowled deeper into Kriegers, today, still in search of canned lima beans. Everything our larder lacked for BBB was on Laura’s list. I need lima beans, preferably canned. I’ll address that first. In the extremely olden days, when I still lived in Lake County, after all my cookerers were gone, I had to (gasp) prepare meals.

After little experimentation, I settled on the following recipe:

Cook one bag of noodles, drain, set aside

Melt one stick of butter in the noodle pot

Add one can each, tomatoes, lima beans, corn, peas

Add stuff in season, like chopped up peppers

Add noodles

Eat one soup bowl of above every night for supper

Go out one night per week with someone for dinner

Go to mom’s one day of the weekend for nutritious meal

Repeat

Now that I am more sophisticated, I bet I’ll figure out how to add onions, garlic and herbs.

I lived nicely this way for several years, until I fell in again with a cookerer. I do not need lima beans at once, but I will come spring. The back story is, Laura went over to her mother’s side years ago, which I always suspected. But recently she tipped her hand brusquely and I was too crushed, on reflection, to carry on.  I’ve been rowing upriver long enough. At the end of this school year, Laura goes back to mom.

Look at this! Just chop spinach or kale or greens of choice and stir in. But back to the discussion at hand:

My three bedroom unit is too much space, and I think two bedrooms are, too. I spotted the cutest little pup of a unit the other day, and asked the manager. Yes, it’s one bedroom. It’s occupied, so she can’t show me.

However, the next unit to be placed is one bedroom, right behind my neighbor, Cathy. The rent is nearly half as much! It has my name on it. When the manager is back from vacation, next week, I’ll try and finalize some details, like a ramp to the deck and a walk in shower. I could be happy for the rest of my life.

Back to Boston Brown Bread. I found a recipe for baked and many recipes to be steamed on top of the stove. Because I strongly recall baking the bread, I settled for that, first time. I’ll try steamed in a pot next time. My bread pot will go either way, I hope.

When we moved here, Linda outfitted our kitchen with anything we wanted from Alberta’s kitchen. One thing was a large “coffee cup” that Alberta used for wooden spoons and spatulas and such like. It’s resided unused in the back of a cupboard, and I spotted it. We measured it at over four cups. Bonanza.

The red tin cup went into a glass pan of boiling water and into the oven. It has its own lid, but I don’t know how well that will work. I have it well greased, at any rate. Stay tuned for a taste test report.