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Stuffed Portabella with Chicken and Cheese
By The Gourmet Farm Girl
2- Large Portabella mushrooms
1- Chicken breast
¼ cup Panko bread crumbs (or regular bread crumbs)
2 sprigs of fresh Thyme
1/2 teaspoon Farm Girl House Seasoning or salt and pepper to taste
2 Tablespoons butter
2 Tablespoons red onion chopped
¼ cup chopped celery
2 Tablespoons white wine
1 14 oz can chicken broth
½ cup shredded cheddar cheese blend
Clean the mushrooms with a dry paper towel; remove stem and gills from the under side; Set aside
Chop the chicken breast into bite size pieces; in a skillet over medium heat drizzle olive oil over chicken and add the dry seasonings; cook till done; 5-7 minutes; remove from heat and set aside
In a separate skillet over medium heat melt the butter; add the onions, celery and the leaves from the thyme; sauté till tender; 3-5 minutes; add the white wine and half the chicken broth and continue to simmer for 1-2 minutes
Pour this mixture along with the cooked chicken into a mixing bowl; add the bread crumbs and all but 2 Tablespoons of the cheese. Mix gently, add more chicken broth if needed. Mixture should be moist.
Stuff each mushroom with the mixture and place on a heavy baking sheet with edges; pour the remaining chicken broth into the pan and bake at 400 degrees for 12-15 minutes till the mushrooms are tender and the filling is hot.
Remove from oven and top with remaining cheese; return to oven and broil just till golden on top
Serves 2
Double if serving more
ENJOY!
Watch your thoughts; they become words
Watch your words; they become actions
Watch your actions; they become habits
Watch your habits; they become your character
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny…
Author Unknown
Have a Blessed Sunday…
from
The Gourmet Farm Girl
Sometimes life is not about the food.
When growing up on the farm I used to love to climb the old winding staircase that took me to the top of the house…the Attic.
The attic was full of treasures, at least that is how it appeared to me.
There was one light at the top of the stairs; a single bulb that hung on an old long cloth electric cord with a pull string. Once the light was on I could transport it right along with me to move about the whole upper floor.
The attic was packed full of old trunks full of clothes and letters; furniture and stacks of books and pictures; over a century’s worth of my ancestors possessions. There was a real since of mystery and I was always intrigued as to what I would discover.
This year I will be sharing with you more of the treasures I discovered many years ago. I have in my possession many of the relics that once belonged to those who lived in the old farm house long before me.
These beautiful dolls were discovered in an old wicker baby buggy (my father’s) that was tucked away in a corner. I remember being somewhat startled when I moved the heavy coverlet that was draped over the opening of the buggy. The one doll’s head was tangled inside of it and it split into two pieces…I reacted quickly enough to save it from hitting the wooden floor boards. These little girls had been tucked away for many years. Their hair was matted and missing some locks. Their dresses were full of dirt and torn. Yet their precious porcelain faces were perfect, despite the fact that one was split in half.
Long story short…I found a collector of porcelain dolls who also did restoration. He magically repaired the head and ordered new wigs for both of them. He cleaned and touched up any detail that was necessary and behold…I had two beautiful porcelain dolls; minus some clothes.
From here I found a dressmaker for dolls. She looked at the cloth and pattern of what they were originally adorned in and made these girls new dresses, petticoats and shoes. Except for the blonde doll, she still has her original shoes. I never imagined that they would turn out to look so grand. Neither did my grandpa, he said they had belonged to my grandmother when she was a little girl. There markings show that they were made in Germany in the early 1900’s. I never gave them names; I called them pink lady and blue lady
Here is what my research found on the Internet.
Blue lady: Schoenau and Hoffmeister 1901-25. Schoenau and; Hoffmeister used 1906, 1909, 1916, and 1923 (among others) as numbers on their dolls. They may represent the years in which the doll was produced. Marked Germany S star PB H 1909-mine has the number 5 under the star.
Pink Lady: George Borgfeldt and; Company was located in New York (1881-1950’s) was founded by George Borgfeldt (1833-1903) along with Marcell and Joseph L. Kahle, as an importer and assembler of dolls for the American and Canadian doll markets (in other words they did not manufacturer their own dolls). They held the distributing rights to many dolls from European manufacturers such as: Buschow and; Beck, Handwerck, Käthe Kruse, Kammer and; Reinhardt, Kestner, Armand Marseille and Steiff. They also distributed American dolls for; Aetna Doll Company, Georgene Averill, Sol Bergfeld and; Son, Dreamland Doll, Cameo Doll Company and K and; K Toy Co. (owned by Borgfeldt). Some dolls distributed by this company may have a “G. B.” marking on them; others will not and have only the marking from the manufacturer. Mine has Germany- G B as the only marking
True Treasures…
By The Gourmet Farm Girl
Enjoy this day!
Treasures from the Attic… Read More »
Humans can reproduce only human life,
but the Holy Spirit gives new life from heaven.
John 3:6
Have a blessed Sunday…
The Gourmet Farm Girl
As winter continues to set in; may we see it’s beauty through the cold…
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| As we anticipate the coming of spring may we enjoy each day given… |
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| May your New Year be full of peace and happiness…
The Gourmet Farm Girl |
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| I am the new year. I am an unspoiled page in your book of time. I am your next opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months. I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to HIM who said, “Behold, I make all things new.” -unknown author |
The New Year Awaits… Read More »
This beautiful guy was at my kitchen window this morning…
Nice way to start the day!
Enjoy yours…
The Gourmet Farm Girl
A Son Is Born
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 7:14;9;6
King James Version
Merry Christmas to all of you!
The Gourmet Farm Girl
As I reflect on the many Christmas‘s that have come and gone…I can honestly say that there hasn’t been any one year better than another.
Each and every Christmas has been special in its own.
Each and every Christmas has been special in its own.
My most prevalent thought when I think of Christmas is when I was very young; the excitement of the gifts to be opened on Christmas morning was delayed every year until dad and grandpa finished the morning milking and chores. My brother and I would run to the window that had a clear view of the milking parlor and kept a constant report to mom as to when the milkers were back on the rack where they rested before the next milking. We were allowed to open one gift before they came in from the barn. The anticipation of moving on to the next package was a true test of patience, especially for a young child…and I’m sure for my mother too.
I also remember my grandpa telling me every year about a special Christmas he had as a child. He had received a piece of peppermint candy and a fresh orange. I thought it to be odd that this was so special until I came to realize as I grew older hearing the story…he had never tasted a fresh orange before.
May we all reflect on our special memories of Christmas and remember those who made it that way. I truly miss my mother and grandparents but I also treasure the loved ones in my life today. As we gather this day and evening to celebrate the birth of our Savior may we all give thanks for our blessings and say a prayer for those less fortunate. And remember…the truest gift ever given… Jesus.
Have a Blessed Evening…
The Gourmet Farm Girl