Ahhh….another Tuesday Tidbits this week! Thankfully, we have been experiencing the most beautiful spring weather. Really, it has been amazing! Our redbud trees in the side/backyard have been putting on quite the show.

The view is even beautiful looking out the side door of our kitchen.

And while our magnolia tree is wrapping things up, our crab apple tree is just starting to bloom. It’s so nice to have pretty things to look at each morning.

Also, I have no clue if this is a pigeon or dove (Trent and I recently had a discussion on whether they are one in the same??? We both refused to consult with Google to find the actual answer). Two of these pigeons or doves have been hanging out directly outside our master bedroom window. Driving Niles to the brink of insanity. Which is driving me to the brink of insanity. They are pretty and their coo’ing is beautiful…until 3am.

We did install marble backsplash pieces for every sink this week. They are the same marble we used in each bathroom for the shower edges. The master bathroom sinks are installed and done. The guest bathrooms still need some caulk.

And in case you were wondering, Niles does approve of the new backsplash. He also approves of the sun coming in the skylight windows.

This next pic was going to be a nice shot of our kitchen, actually being used, for real baking. I thought I might even link the recipe I used (since we live in the fruit belt and berries are just coming into season). But instead I have a lesson for all of you who are like me. I’m not terrible in the kitchen, I just don’t love it…which means I don’t do much cooking. I have a handful of good recipes I can pull out for company or the holidays that are usually foolproof. This was a Pinterest recipe for blackberry cobbler. Trent was gone this particular evening and I planned to make and eat this entire cobbler for myself. I had all the ingredients and the recipe seemed fairly simple. But I changed something. To understand why, I need to tell you my Thanksgiving Day story:

Several years ago, I hosted my very first Thanksgiving at our home for my entire family. This was my first time even touching a turkey (pre-cooked). My mother gave me instructions the night before and said to place a stick of butter inside (with the other veggies) for flavor. When I got up early that Thanksgiving morning to start, I placed the stick of butter inside. And then I thought about butter…how awesome it is…how this is ONE day out of the year that “healthy” just doesn’t matter…etc. And I added another stick of butter. And then another. And, I’m honestly not certain how much butter was in that turkey. BUT, when my mother and aunts showed up to help get the final preparations ready everyone commented on how amazingly moist the turkey was. As we were all eating it, the comments were the same. My turkey was actually better than other turkeys because of the butter.

When I fix new recipes now, I have learned a trick: just double the butter. Every time. And friends, it works. Things taste WAY better with WAY more butter. Until now. I doubled the butter on this cobbler recipe, and then I felt the need to double the sugar (because obviously they go hand in hand). I pulled this beauty out of the oven and immediately took the pretty pic. I grabbed a bowl and piled in a huge serving (since I planned on eating the entire thing myself). I almost gagged on the first bite. It was the most horrific thing I have ever tasted. So, I won’t link the recipe because it’s not the recipe’s fault. But learn from my mistake and do not double the butter on cobbler.

On a completely different note, the cast iron skillet was my grandmother’s and I LOVE using it. Everyone should have a grandmother’s cast iron skillet.

On another kitchen topic, I have finally discovered our prep sink. Yes, I installed it and knew it was there. However, we just get into a daily routine and it wasn’t part of the daily routine. Until I was working on the far side of the kitchen and started to walk to the main sink. It clicked that there was another sink only 3 feet away! I’ve said this a few times about various items, but THIS is the best thing we installed. It’s so helpful and amazing to have. If you are building or remodeling, you should consider the small prep sink. Seriously.

The weather is so amazing that I’m going to head out and purchase a few flowers for the containers on our front porch. Have a wonderful week and thank you for following along!

8 Comments

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Pamela Allmon

    That is a rain dove. Love to hear them cooo.

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Connie

    The cobbler is sure pretty to look at. Sorry it wasn’t as tasty as it is pretty. I have a question about your oven. Have you found that it’s a problem having one side against a wall? I’m short (4’ 11”) and every time I see a picture of your oven, I think about times that I need to have access to my oven from both sides, like cleaning it.

    • May 8, 2018 Reply

      Leah Hudson

      I have not had any trouble accessing any part of the oven (at this point). I’m much taller than you, but it seems like I have easier access than a standard oven/range….plus I don’t have to bend over to pull hot items out.

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Nancy Nicholas

    I love your tidbits.

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Donna

    Yes, I agree with the above, it is a dove and we have lots of them at our bird feeder.

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Joyce Null

    I believe the birds are mourning doves. We have loads of them on our property.

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Renee

    Poor Niles! Yes it is a Mourning Dove. https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Mourning_Dove/id

  • May 8, 2018 Reply

    Michael Lannoo

    Your bathrooms turned out so very nice and I see Niles has found the perrrrrrrfect spot. As in the other comments, these are morning or also know as turtle doves, close cousins to the domestic dove and distant cousins to the pigeon. My Grandpa raised pigeons and raced them here in Mishawaka within the Belgian community. Also, never, ever double the sugar when making beer. Back in prohibition days, my grandpa used to make his own and one time my dad doubled the sugar before capping the bottles. They stored the beer in a cold cellar with a wooden porch above. One Sunday, while eating dinner, the bottle caps started popping off and hitting the porch floor. My grandpa looked at my Dad and said “you put in too much sugar didn’t you”. Anyway, Grandpa had all his friends over and they had a great afternoon drinking up the beer…..

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