Rex and Ty's Food Blog

     I actually buy into the "buy local" movement but living in Central Ohio it is impossible, with our climate, to get local grown produce year round. Local for our produce may mean Florida, California, Mexico or even Panama. But when the last week of May or first week of June comes, I start looking local. At least for strawberries. My usual source for strawberries is an Amish family not too far from where I live. I make quite a few trips to their farm for produce each summer. Once when Lily was three I took her with me and she proceeded to run to where some of the Amish children were playing with a wagon. I yelled at her to stop but the lady selling the produce said, let her play with the children, it is okay. So that day I did some extra shopping and loitered a while so Lily could play with her new friends.      Last week I asked Donna if she would like to take a ride to their farm to see if the strawberries were ready. As we approached the gravel roa...

      I guess I have watched too many movies or television. I thought when someone yelled Booyah, it meant something good happened or was going to happen. Especially when it was a military show or a sporting event. Imagine my surprise when I saw a recipe on the internet for Slow Cooker Belgian Chicken Booyah.         With a little research I have discovered the word Booyah can mean an exclamation of joy, excitement or triumph. Or a thick soup of European origin usually made to feed vast amounts of people. The Booyah kettles for this stew are often 55 gallons in which they will make 50 or more gallons at a time over wood fires. According to the recipe from the Allrecipes   website, it is common in the upper Midwest, particularly Wisconsin and Minnesota. Where some people will say we are going to the Booyah and charity organizations will often make Booyah as a fund raiser.       Donna and I traveled through Wisconsin and Minnesota i...

     I have been blessed in my lifetime to have three beautiful moms. First and foremost my birth mother who I miss terribly. I miss our long conversations at the kitchen table where she taught me to respect others and always try to consider their feelings. I often would take opposite sides of a debate just to continue our talks. She had four boys so there was always friends over and she always welcomed them. She served in the Women's Army Corp during WWII and was one of the most independent women I have known. What I could say about her would fill volumes but this story is not about her.       I also have a wonderful mother-in-law. She welcomed me into her house as if I was one of her own children. Even before she had to! You see since I married her daughter she sort of had to accept me, right? No matter, Donna had four siblings so there were always many additions around her moms' dinner table. My mother-in-law always made them and me feel welcome. I did ...