Welcome to the Long-awaited, much bally-hooed Froggy Bottom Cafe Thanksgiving Recipe Trade!
This week it’s side dishes and breads, so post your favorites and find some new ones to try…
First, one from mom:
2 lbs. Squash (can mix zucchini, yellow, etc)
¼ c. chopped onion
1 can condensed cream of chicken soup
1 c dairy sour cream
1 c shredded carrot
1 8-oz. package herb-seasoned stuffing mix
½ c. butter, melted
In saucepan, cook sliced squash and chopped onion in boiling salted water for 5 minutes; drain. Combine cream of chicken soup and sour cream. Stir in shredded carrot. Fold in drained squash and onion. Combine stuffing mix and butter. Spread half of stuffing mixture in bottom of 12x 7 baking dish. Spoon vegetable mixture atop. Sprinkle remaining stuffing over vegetables. Bake in 350° oven for 25 to 30 minutes or till heated through. Makes 6 servings.
And one of my favorites from an old friend:
1 pound cranberries
2 1/2 cups sugar
5 cloves
2 cinnamon sticks
1 cup water
1 cup peeled chopped apples
1 1/2 cups peeled chopped pears
1 medium onion chopped
1/2 cup chopped celery
1 cup raisins
1 cup slivered almonds
Combine first 5 ingredients (cranberries through water) in saucepan and cook over medium-high heat until crnaberries are plump and begin to burst. Add apples, pears, onion, celery and raisins, and cook until the mixture takes on a jelly-like consistency. Stir in slivered almonds and cook for 5 more minutes.
This tastes great on turkey, leftover turkey sandwiches, crackers, you name it!
Next week: Satisfy your sweet teeth with everyone’s dessert recipes!
With the relatives and everybody but the two-year olds has to cook.
Okay, I knew I’d miss some group…we’ll just count all the 4s on your comment as votes, then!
More missing poll options
I’ll be running along now.
That’s it, just sneak in here, make trouble, and run away…
For the next few weeks, the daytime cafe will feature:
Dessert recipes (11/11)
Turkey and stuffing recipes (11/18)
Favorite Thanksgiving stories (happy ones and “OMG, what were my relatives thinking?” ones) (11/25)
So, what’s new today?
What’s new today? My ZipCar membership, for one. It has long been my plan to attain the great dream of urban living and be car-less. Well, my plan was, um, accelerated by a couple weeks this past Wednesday evening, at the intersection of Macarthur Blvd and Arizona Ave. Long story short, I am OK and so are people in the other car, but alas my dear ol’ pick-em-up truck shall never drive again — a flatbed took it away. On the bright side, well, I am car-less now, but I was hoping to donate the truck to charity rather than have it end up in the salvage yard. <sniff> On the even brighter side, the city just put in a “ZipCar only” parking spot two doors away from me, with a cute little Scion occupying it. I’m living the dream, baby!
Well, I’m glad you’re okay, sorry about the truck, and I think that zipcar idea is really cool, and even better with one 2 doors down from you.
Did I mention that I daydream about moving to town when the kids grow up so I can just walk or bike everywhere?
That’s what my childhood was like — the library was two blocks away (buy a slowpoke for a nickel and it lasts through both Saturday afternoon movies); the neighborhood movie theater was three; the candy store where they sold paraffin lips and lickamaid was only a block and a half away.
We played kickball in the street and had played tag games with a several block radius.
For big excitement, we walked a half-block to the bus stop and rode it downtown.
Growing up, we lived miles from nowhere. then, when I was about 20, I lived in a college town where you could walk a block to the restaurant and bar, 2 blocks to the pharmacy, 1/2 block to the diner, 3 blocks to the grocery store. I didn’t have a car, and never really cared. Every time I go run errands there now, I want to move back.
I think I need a nap. I put the comment about the movie theater after the library. Ah well. Either way, living in a town when you are a kid or have kids is great. But since I have no kids, I do love living in the country and there’s no way I would ever move back to a city.
I knew what you meant! 🙂
Oh well, the kids and I live where a car is a necessity…and I love it here, I just miss the convenience of living in a small town sometimes.
too — I just can’t seem to type it.
I didn’t live in a small town, though. Just a city with real neighborhoods.
Excuse me, so sorry to interrupt, but I believe that’s “Lik-M-Aid”.
Signed,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Sugar Fiend
ANd those little wax bottles with about a quarter teaspoon of neon colored sugar water. Ooh, ooh! and those flavored was panflutes or whatever that you could make a faint whistling sound with before you chomped on them. And candy necklaces…now there’s some jewelry I could get into!
And how about all those sentence fragments. Just the memory of that waxy sweet smell made my grammar skills revert back to that of a 7 year old who just found a quarter in the couch cushions after her dad slept off drinking binge….
From a recent look at my Baby Book, I happen to know that candy necklace was the first candy I ever bought with money my parents gave me. The entry also noted, “We let her pick to see what she would do, and Jennifer bought one for herself and one for Mommy.” Awww.
So it’s not Lick a Maid? You’re going to think I”m perverted (what else is new?) but this just reminded me of the funniest thing. My oldest sister lives in this tiny, rural college town in western Ohio. It’s actually a Mennonite community and they don’t sell liquor there. Very conservative. Anyway, the town lesbians (because you know there are only two) jointly own the ice cream shop on Main St. It’s call the Lickity Split.
Love it.
Here in downtown Flagstaff we have Beaver Street and Cherry Street, and they intersect. I am totally stealing those signs before I leave.
God. Wouldn’t it be great to just be able to say “I live on the corner of Beaver and Cherry.”
Around here all the streets are named these pretentious Olde English style names like: Hunter’s Chase Glen at River Edge” or “Wyndehaven at Chelsea Pointe.”
My favorite street is on the way to my doctor’s office. It’s “Ed”
My roommate’s Mom — who is a 70 yo doctor, mind you — collapses into a fit of uncontrollable giggling every time she visits and we drive her downtown past the corner of Beaver & Cherry. She is instantly 12, and cannot help herself.
HA, I do the same thing when I head up the hill to Flag. Glad to hear that I won’t be the only 70 year old to ever laugh at it 🙂
Up here in Michigan, one can use exit 69 to get to Big Beaver Road.
“Exit 69, Big Beaver Road” on the sign?
On another note, I’m thinking you have some good recipes to share with the rest of us…where are they? 🙂
It does indeed say that!
I’ll go through the old recipes once the little one is asleep. I’m making a grocery list right now so my hubby can go shopping. Side dishes, hmm…
have died since the last time I had one, I will defer to your superior and younger intellect. Must see about getting a spellchecker installed in my memory.
And don’t forget the candy cigarettes….2 kinds, chocolate with white paper around it or some kind of hard white sugar stuff with a pink tip so it looks like it’s lit. They came in a little pack too.
Also, there was the mosquito truck that went up and down the streets spraying a deadly fog everywhere. I’m pretty sure it was DDT.
But, the good thing was I also could walk everywhere I needed to go including the Post office (1 block), the neighborhood grocery (built into the front of a house and only 1/2 block away), my grade school and my high school, a greenhouse that always smelled so good inside and THE SWIMMING POOL in summer but not after August 1 because we might catch polio.
I also remember that summers used to last forever, then one year summer vacation flew by. I was growing up.
Can you guess how old I am?
A little older than me (55) but not older than Diane (62) or Shirlstars (65).
How’d I do?
Bingo!! (Notice I’m putting this on yesterday’s cafe where it’s fairly hidden 🙂 )
Actually, the only thing I mind about my age is the health issues that come with it….. I enjoy being a “wise woman” amongst my younger friends.
I’m 63….64 in January.
oh my goodness, are you me? YOu’ve just described my summer childhood. THe polio part makes you a little older than me, say, born in 1944?
Quietly – without the big dinner
I don’t celebrate with my kids because they are vegetarian. My husband and I have a quiet dinner of something we like (and we’re not fond of turkey!).
So we go to the mountains, enjoy the day, and reflect on the blessings we have and what we are thankful for…
We usually rake leaves or hike in the morning, and then have dinner with my mom. We rotate between her house and mine.
I only recently started to like turkey, after I found out about the wonders of brining…
I’m so jealous. I would love to have a quiet Thanksgiving but somehow when you’ve got four generations within 80 miles of each other, you are considered a manifestation of evil if you suggest you’d rather not show up.
are not for me. Up until 3 years ago my Thanksgiving was always spent with my 7 siblings and their spouses, our collective children numbering 24 at last count, my mom and various ex-spouses (of my siblings)and step children…numbering about 50 people.
Since then it is just my husband and 3 of my children and boy is it quiet and boring. I miss the craziness of fighting for the mashed potatoes and a place to sit. I miss watching my mother freezing her ass off chain smoking on the little unheated back porch. I miss being with all of my nieces and nephews and seeing how much they have grown and how much the boys voices have deepened and how the girls all seemed to blossom at once.
I’m seriously thinking of just going to a homeless shelter or someplace this Thanksgiving and helping out, because I can’t stand the thought of it being so quiet here when the rest of my relatives are 600 miles away celebrating together. Waaaa.
We’ve always had a small family, and I always wondered what it was like to have a huge family Thanksgiving, with barely enough room to sit down, and a million kids everywhere.
Why don’t you pack up and drive home for Thanksgiving?
We did that last year and it was great to be with everyone, but a pain in the neck to find someplace to stay. It’s so depressing being back “home” and having to stay in a hotel, because no one had enough room for all 5 of us. We could all stay at different places but then the whole visit would be spent driving around trying to pick everyone up.
It’s just really weird being a visitor in your old home…it’s like you’re stuck between two worlds and neither of them feels like home.
BTW…my oldest son still lives in Cleveland, but he and his wife are trying to move to Philly in the spring when their lease is up. She’s from there.
Well, if your son moves to Philly, you’ll have to come visit us here at the Cabin when you’re in town!
I totally understand the place to stay problem. The hotels near me are all in icky strip-mally places, too.
Our thanksgivings aren’t quite like that because they are just the immediate family (which means 20 – 30 people, depending on who shows up).
But we have crowds like that and bigger at Hanukkah because then it’s everybody* and we rent a clubhouse with an extra room where the kids can run and around and make all the noise they want and let the adults have some peace. But if you get that many people in a house, I just want to run away.
* there’s a term in Yiddish called mishpocha which means the entire network of relatives — people who you are related to by blood, people who you are related by marriage, people who are related to people who you are related to and often people who you just wish you were related to.
2 c. sifted flour
1/2 t. salt
1 t. baking soda
4 t. baking powder
1 egg, beaten
1/2 c. shortening
1 T. sugar
2/3 c. milk
Preheat oven to 450. Sift dry ingredients. Cut in shortenings until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. In a small bowl, combine egg and milk. Add to flour all at once. Stir until blended. Turn onto floured board. Knead 20 strokes. Roll dough to 3/4 inch thickness. Dip 2″ biscuit cutter in flour. Cut biscuit. Place on greased cookie sheet (close together for soft sides). Bake 10 to 12 minutes until golden brown.
Note: If you bake these on a pizza stone, they will puff up even more.
Hot Mulled Cider
2-3 Cups fresh-pressed cider (or enough to fill two of your grandest mugs)
1 orange, cut into slices, plus the juice of 1/2 orange
a pinch of ground cloves
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
Brown sugar to taste (I don’t use any)
Place all in a saucepan and allow to simmer 10-15 minutes or until the orange slices are slightly soft. Serve in mugs with cinnamon sticks. Make sure each mug has a slice of orange floating in it, too.
I also like to make this in larger quantities and keep it warm in my small crockpot. Ladle appropriate quantities into mugs.
16 oz canned or frozen corn
onions
2 T. flour
1/4 t. dry mustard
1/4 green pepper
1/2 t. paprika
3/4 c. milk
1 egg
1 T. butter
1 t. salt
pepper
1/2 c. wheat thins or similar cracker
Saute onion and green pepper in butter. In a saucepan, mix with flour and seasonings. Stir in milk. Heat to boiling. Stir in egg and corn. Pour into greased casserole dish. Cook at 350 uncovered for 30-35 minutes. You can easily scale this recipe up for larger crowds.
Note: I’m actually not that crazy about this dish but everybody in my family always asks me to make it. *shrug*
Mmm, that sounds like my kids would love it.
I have a friend who posted this pic, with the caption: Bird Flu hits Paris!
Either I’m delirious from a long week or it is genuinely hilarious, but I could not stop laughing. Poor Donald…
Sick and twisted. Of course, I like that in a person!
It was definitely a “red sky at morning, sailors take warning” dawn this morning but since you are far away from the ocean, I thought you would like it.
Mercy!! This is a beauty. If I thought I’d see sunrises like this one, I might get up in time to see it. Well….maybe not.
by the time I took this picture so it wasn’t a sacrifice.
Thanksgiving is Puget4’s domain. She’s working on one for you has been very well recieved over the years.
This year, Florida Mom is coming up and we’ll all travel down the left coast to my brother’s house. Mom who’s 79 got it into her head that this may be her last year to travel, and she is slowing down & becoming a little unsteady, so we can appreciate her situation.
It’ll be hard on my craft biz because I get a Christmas rush, but we’ll manage 4 days away given the imperative of the situation.
Our family is geographically dispersed but we’re all great friends. There’ll be endless late night storytelling and music participated in by all the generations. The music just flows, there’s usually somebody playing something or singing most all the time, and the stories are always wonderful improvements on the actual history. If it didn’t happen just as I told you–it darned well should have! The Irish refer to this as ‘craic.’
Your Puget Sound weather forecast for the next two weeks:
Mizzle today; tonight rain, snow and thunder. Go figure.
Your holiday plans sound fun, especially the music part. I had friends who used to do an after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving on Saturday night, where all the friends would come, and play guitars and najos and fiddles and eat and drink until the wee hours, and it was always such a good time.
Hey! This sounds like our THanksgiving, except for the najo players..
I have a group of friends who do the “waifs” Thanksgiving — everyone who doesn’t have family locally (and some who do) show up and do a huge potluck Thanksgiving for about thirty-plus folks. The hosts do the turkey; everyone else brings side dishes and drinks. It’s quite chaotic but there’s lots of good cheer, and LOTS of music, both instrumental and vocal (in four or five parts).
Haven’t been to it in a few years, since my family is now local, and where my family gathers is too long a drive from where my friends gather to make it practical to hit both. But those were always fun gatherings.
It’s still a-comin’. I may not get it posted till tomorrow. Had to work in the workshop all day. It’s one of my mom’s that I have evolved into a work of art (she admits bashfully).
I would love to just stay home for once and have dinner here. There are no relatives close by so we end up travelling and sitting in traffic. And going to my parents and/or siblings on Long Island is a festival of stop and go traffic this time of year. Or we head up to my wife’s family close to the Massachusetts border. BTW, I live in Bill and Hil country so either way it’s a trek.
I know what you mean. I used to have to go to my ex-in laws in New Hampshire every Thanksgiving, and it was such a long trip, you had to leave by Wednesday morning if you didn’t want to spend the night in traffic in New York, and so on.
How was your morning?
My colonoscopy went fairly well. No problems were found. Thanks.
absinthe. You guys are no fun. Cooking turkeys and stuffing stuff like that.
tune in later for your regularly scheduled happy hour at the Froggy Bottom Lounge…now, didn’t you say a few weeks ago that you had a great recipe for possum or coon or something that your neighbor gave you when you moved in? C’mon, quit holding out on us…
cough up the recipe…and it’s “Coon and Sweet Potatoes” and one has not lived until one has eaten said “Coon and Sweet Potatoes”.
Howdy Peeps.
Help us googlebomb Leslie Wolf Blitzer !!!!!!!!!!!!
to see what effect we were having. Nothing. But I did come up with this funny tidbit: here
Wolf Blitzer is an android!
Actually, according to Cruz (The WolfBombfather) we have have already jumped a couple pages closer. Page 3 by the end of the day !!!!!!
who art at Booman Trib.
He is, drumroll, please…
Cruz del Sur, and I am his lowly manservant.
Good link, add it to the falsehood diary that comes up with each sortie.
I am getting hungry looking at the recipes!
We used to go to my Grandmother’s in West By-God Virginia for Thanksgiving. She had a house on a double-lot in a small town, and half that big lot was vegetable garden. Corn, string beans, squash, lima beans, tomatoes, green peppers, all the usual things. And she’d do a lot of canning. She had grown up on a farm, and she still cooked the old fashioned way, which isn’t good for those of us on low-fat or low-cholesterol diets, but kept one’s energy up for a long hard day of work on the farm.
She used to grease her bread pans with bacon grease. Gave the bread a unique flavor — and she could make a batch of bread without measuring any ingredients, which just amazed me, sitting there in her kitchen watching her.
So, here’s Grandma’s Green Beans. Pardon the less-than-perfectly-exact directions. Grandma never used a recipe, didn’t measure, and neither do I:
A mess of green beans, fresh-picked
(as many fresh string beans as you think your family will eat)
A couple strips of bacon
About a quarter to a half an onion, depending on how many beans you’ve got and how much you like onion, coarsely chopped
Salt, pepper, and about 1 Tbsp sugar
Wash and string the beans, and cut or break them into reasonable sized pieces. (Discard strings and stems.)
Cut the bacon up into 1-inch pieces, and fry the bits up in the bottom of a largish saucepan or roaster until they’re brown. Toss in the chopped up onion, and fry until soft. Toss in the beans, add just enough water to not quite cover the beans. Add salt and pepper to taste and about a tablespoon or so of sugar.
Cook until beans are done — that is, thoroughly cooked. I seem to recall this takes about 45 minutes, but it’s been a while since I did these beans.
Now I’m hungry for this one…
Apparently I stole this recipe from your grandma several years ago and didn’t attribute it to her! THis is just so good and a welcome change from the green bean/mushroom soup debacle.
I make it more or less like that, too, except I usually saute up a couple of chopped portobello mushroom caps with minced garlic in some butter and dry sherry and then throw that in, too.
Oooh, I like the portabello idea. I may have to suggest that… (needless to say, Grandma didn’t have those in her garden…)
You mean the Ohio State Casserole?
From “How to be an Ohioan” — forwarded by my aunt (from Ohio) Come to think of it, we HAD this dish when we did Thanksgiving at her house…. and she even had a written recipe for it!
THat’s the one…but I think it’s pretty universal. And I think it contains Worchestershire (Good Lord, is that how you spell it?)sauce.
Worchestershire sauce would certainly liven it up! (It’s not just for meatloaf anymore…) 🙂
and I swear on a stack of PNAC’s that I never once attended a bring-food event in the state–even United Nations festivals–that lacked this dish.
Ditto east Texas. Confession: I used to belong to one of those (gulp) conservative Southern churches. Whatever ill you may think of them, they had the absolute best home-cooked food at the church bring-a-dish dinners that I’ve ever seen. Now, the food was not likely good for the heart (lots of bacon seasoning, etc.). But delicious. I’ve thought about making a diary of sorts on how to win over Southerners, and serving food is definitely high on the list!
Traditionally, we alternate between my family and the spouse’s. This year we’re with my family…and it’s going to be very odd because it’ll be the first Thanksgiving since Mom died. My oldest sister is intent on keeping us at least semi-close as a family. Not sure who all will be at my sister’s; probably my brother and his family at the very least, and I’m sure my sister’s mother-in-law will be there to be the Grande Dame, along with her oldest daughter and son-in-law. Oh, and my oldest niece with her family, too. Not sure about my other sister and family — they either may be with her in-laws, or they may fly down to San Diego to visit their daughter and her husband. I think the largest group we had at any one time would be 22 or 23; this time we’ll probably be a manageable 15 or so.
I don’t have any side dish recipes off the top of my head, because I rarely have the opportunity to cook anything for Thanksgiving. My family always stuck me with bringing either rolls or wine (on wine duty this year), and with the in-laws we’d get one of the pre-cooked complete meals from one of the local gourmet supermarkets, and I’d usually just bring veggies and dip for appetizer. Hopefully one of these days I’ll actually get to cook something…
Eww. Squash. Mmmm. Chutney. Mmmm Beer, Donuts.
is on the recent list…
What are you having this fine evening, notBostonnotJoe?
Brother in town. First signing tomorrow. Steaks and shrimp on the grill (on this unusually warm November day). Oberon and Winter White Ale. I love this Bell’s stuff brewed nearby. But it wasn’t as good out of bottle as it was on tap. Learned new trick (I am such a beer newb) from One Angry Patriot. He says use glass, pour slow, and leave a little in the bottle where the yeast has settled. Does that sqaure with your beer drinking skills?
Woo-hoo! First signing! Drinks all around!
One angry patriot And I apparently went to the same school of beer brewing and drinking! 🙂
Now, I’m having a martini. Thinking I’d like a Chimay ale later this weekend, though.
You aren’t having squash and chutney tonight are you? I thought that was T-day fare. What is on tap at the Cabin?
No, we’re having leftover chili and heading out to pick up a present for the birthday party tomorrow.
Have a good night. Halfway to inebriation here. 🙂
how do you like your cholesterol?
1 Kabocha squash
1/4 onion
1 clove garlic
6 mushrooms
1/4 cup hazelnuts
1T brie, chunked
Fresh sage, rosemary, thyme, pinch nutmeg
Salt and freshly cracked pepper
Heavy cream.
Halve and gut squash. Place squash halves in oiled pan, cut side up. Chop onion, garlic, mushrooms, hazelnuts, add brie, season with fresh herbs, salt and pepper. Stuff into squashes. Fill with heavy cream. (Please – don’t try this with half&half or 2% milk, uh uh…) Cover tightly with foil and bake at 325 for one hour. Uncover and bake for 1/2 hour more.
Around here this works for a light supper, big green salad on the side.
OMG that sounds heavenly. You sure I can’t at least substitute half and half? I mean, with the heavy cream I might as well skip the digestive process and just slather it on my butt and thighs.
slather away! It’s dark. It’s cold. You need the insulation!
That sounds good, and I have some squash here to use up this weekend.
Okay, this is the recipe we’re most likely to actually SERVE, as we’ve all become far more fat and cholesterol wary in our family:
ROASTED GREEN BEANS and/or ASPARAGUS
(approx. 8 servings)
2 lbs of young green beans and/or asparagus
(Beans and asparagus can be blanched and refrigerated for up to 2 days in advance)
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Bring a medium saucepan of salted water to a boil.
Prepare the beans (cut off the stem end. The pointed end can be left)
Prepare asparagus by cutting off the tough end of the stalk. Leave whole.
Add the beans (or asparagus) to boiling water and cook just until brightly colored, about 2-4 minutes.
Transfer to ice water and drain in a colander, Pat beans dry.
Place beans in a single layer in a shallow roasting pan — may need two pans. Drizzle with olive oil or Canola oil and roast until they are tender — 5-6 minutes.
Toasted almonds can be added. Salt and pepper to taste.
(I had to get my mom to send me this one — I don’t actually do any of the cooking at Thanksgiving. Instead I bring the wine and/or the bread… and the DVDs.)
I love roasted asparagus. We drizzle ours with a little butter, soy, and balsamic vinegar…I’m getting hungry just thinking about all this food!
Thanks for the recipe!
OK, this is an old recipe of my grandmother Floss. It’s not exact, given that my grandmother made her corn bread in a wood-burning oven. I’ve had to adjust baking time for different ovens that I’ve had over the years, but cooked anywhere, even in a bed of hot coals, it certainly is good! Wonderful eaten with butter, or plain with soup or beans. Makes great Southern-style cornbread stuffing. Even when made without bacon drippings, it is good:
Corn Bread
1 cup corn meal
1/2 cup self-rising flour (if plain flour, use 1 tsp. baking powder)
1 egg
2 TBSP. oil (or bacon fat)
sweet milk (this is regular milk, to be distinguished from buttermilk)enough to make the mix of meal, flour, egg, and oil a little thin but not runny
Pre-heat oven to 425. Sprinkle a little oil or melted bacon drippings into a heavy iron skillet or iron corn bread pan until the bottom and corners are greased. Put the greased pan into the oven until pan is hot, remove from oven and dust with a little flour or corn meal. Pour on the corn bread batter quickly and bake until the bread is brown around edges, usually about 15 minutes. Turn out onto a plate and serve.
Mmmm-mmm. I love cornbread. Haven’t had a good piece of cornbread in a coon’s age, as they say. Wonder if I could talk the family into adding that for Thanksgiving?
It does go so well with chili or bean soup…
For one blink of an eye we had this lovely break as our work day ended.
Puget4 has been a busy –uhm,– marmot today but when she finishes her after-supper beauty nap I know she’ll have a recipe to share.
Let the mizzle resume!
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Good evening all & a Thanks to CabinGirl for welcoming me last week, This cabin is in northern Quebec & had been mine for 30 yrs. A family member`s passing forced it`s sale recently.
I`m trying to learn how things work around here so please bear with me. So far I`ve only met nice people. See you around.
I also have the same shot of my cabin in the summer, & a pic of it with my whole clan out front.
Cool Cabin! I’m sorry you had to sell it.
(And Major bonus points to you for knowing the “CabinGirl” refers to houses, not pirates!)