Why I Feel So Good

On Sunday I roasted a whole chicken in the crockpot for the first time.  

The night before I prepared the bird with a season rub (that I made myself) and stuffed it with onions and the seasoning and placed butter and seasoning inside the skin between the muscle of the breast.  I boiled potatoes and went to bed.  I woke up at 6 AM and turned the crock pot on high.  At 12:30 we came home from church, I put the potatoes back on the stove; added milk, butter, sour cream, salt, pepper and parsley.  I microwaved some mixed veggies.  Mike got the chicken out of the crock (which was falling off the bone) and cut it up and put it on the platter.  By 1:30 PM, the plates were cleared and we were off to nap land.

Sunday night I poured water into the crock with all the bones and fat and leftovers from the chicken. I let this stew all night. By Monday morning I had home made chicken broth (stock).  I felt daring so I added more water and let the water again stew all day with the leftovers...By evening I had more stock.

Monday, I cut up the leftover chicken and made chicken salad for supper.  Mike was extremely happy with that sandwich.

Tuesday (Today) I went into our fridge and pulled out the gelatinous rich bone broth I had made Sunday night and decided to measure out 8 oz. cups and individually free it.  I even was impressed with the second batch of broth, it wasn't as dark but it was just as flavorful...I bet I could have done a third batch.  I now have in my freezer pantry 12 individual servings of ready made broth I love being able to make things that I don't have to buy from the store....

That's why I feel so good.

 

 

Slovak Staple: A Little Family History Lesson

I recently wanted to get in touch with my "ethnic" roots, and in doing so, I decided I would make a Buchko family favorite-Haluski....it's a simple dish of homemade spaetzle with cabbage.  I've made it before with egg noodles, it was good but not like my mom use to make it or how it was served at my hometowns' yearly festival, Fort Lignonier Days, celebrating the historic Fort in our town used during the French and Indian war. So this was the first time I made the the noodles (or dumplings) from scratch.  I really had a lot of fun doing this recipe.

The recipe for the spaetzle is very simple: flour, eggs, milk and salt....there are all kinds of variations to this....

 

The dough is a little stickier than pancake batter...

 

You can really see that it has to be very sticky, like above.

 

Most people have a spaetzle maker, but I don't.  So I did it the traditional way by smearing the dough on a cutting board.  This really determines the size of the dumpling, you can tweak it as you go.

 

This is a must, in order to get the dough cut, have a bowl of ice handy.  This is for your knife.  Just dip the knife in and the dough comes right off and falls into the pot of boiling water...

 

Here is the dough partially cut.

 

After you cut the dough, boil for at least 3-5 minutes.  Or until done.

 

Out they come! Be sure to drain excess water...

 

I also dried them further on a paper towel.

 

Oh sooo yummy, but we aren't finished yet....

Now for the cabbage, I use a whole head and an entire stick of butter.  I throw the cabbage in the pan and cook it till tender.  I like my cabbage a little al dente, not too soft.

 

Salt and pepper to taste...

 

Here is a close up of the yummy buttery goodness....just like Fort Days!!



 

I served this with some kielbasa and brown mustard, a very simple easy weekday meal...typical hunky food...

 

Bella loved hers,

So did Lizzie, they both cleaned their plates and Bella asked for more!

 



 

Later, I couldn't pass this up... I took this picture, Lizzie decided she was going to put a babushka on her head!! You know the Lizzard, whe wanted to look like a princess...

 

This look is very "old country", kind of like my great grandma Baba...who did actually come here from Slovakia.  Interestingly, both she and my great grandfather, Julius, came through Ellis Island in New York.  When I was a teenager, we took a class trip to NY City and visited Ellis Island.  They have a museum there and also outside is a wall of Immigrants, thousands of names of the immigrants engraved on a marble wall.  I was able to find my Great Grandfather's name.  I have a picture of it, but I can't remember where it is...it was really neat.  I never knew them, they died before I was born.   I actually didn't even know my grand parents ( this is on my father's side-his father's parents).  They too died before I was born.  It's sad to think of that. Oh well, maybe that is why I'm so interested in the history of my family.  Here are some photos of my great grand parents and my dad's parents on their wedding days..

 

My step-mother, Renee, who is a great lady, decided she would find out a little more about them.  So she put together a scrapbook of all our family history and gave it to each one us; me, my two brothers and my sister for Christmas one year.  Julius Buchko was 15 years Mary Ann (Zdilla) Buchko's senior. (Baba, who wore the babushka, according to my dad.)

 

Here, we have the wedding photo of Paul Joseph Buchko (my dad's dad) and Naona Rose (Granato) Buchko,  Grandpa Buchko was a World War II veteran who served in the 82nd Airborne Division as a paratrooper, he passed away when he was only 41. My second brother, Nathan, also served with the 82nd and he also jumps out of planes...Naona Rose was only 43 when she passed...I would have loved to have met them. I wonder how Baba and Grandma Buchko made their halushki?