A tale of flour, lasagna, hunky cowboys and a giveaway!
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A few weeks back, in early November, my friend Jennifer and I made a huge mess in my kitchen. Flour was everywhere as we embarked on a cinnamon roll escapade of sorts with The Pioneer Woman Cooks as our guide.
Our plan was to make a bunch to freeze for Christmas parties and such. Four batches later, and a light dusting of flour on every surface in a four mile radius, we completed the task.
And now that the Christmas season is upon us, the cinnamon rolls have come in mighty handy. And yum? Oh yes. Yum indeed. The Pioneer Woman knows a thing or two about cinnamon rolls. Not to mention some other tasty grub.
That book is somethin’ else.
And The Pioneer Woman Cooks is not just a cookbook. No sirree!
It’s got purty pictures of all sorts of animals and people, and stories all throughout to keep ya laughin’ and smilin’ for sure. It’s a real page turner.
Where else can you find a recipe for lasagna…
And cute hunky cowboy pictures too?
Ree, The Pioneer Woman, is nearing the end of her book signing tour for The Pioneer Woman Cooks, which has topped several bestseller lists. So in celebration of her successful book tour, (and ’cause she’s so sweet and generous), 10 copies (that’s 10, T-E-N) of The Pioneer Woman Cooks will be up for grabs.
Ten.
(That would be ten separate winners.)
All you have to do to enter is answer a question.
In honor of the pioneer way and horses and horse poop and other horse things, here’s the question…
If you had a horse what would you name it and if you could ride it anywhere – anywhere on earth – where would that be?
Answer the question (only one entry per person) and you’ll be entered to win. You have until Wednesday, December 16 at Midnight PST. Winners will be announced Thursday, December 17 sometime after I get back from riding my nonexistent horse. Be sure to check back to see if you’ve won and if you did to claim your prize.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I would name my horse Peanut Butter. I would ride him in Texas or Oklahoma where there is lots of open land.
I would name my horse Breeze and ride him on the appalachian mtn trails.
I would name my thoroughbred or Morgan horse Cinnamon (if light brown) or Chestnut (if dark brown) or Ebony (if black) or possibly Justice (being a lawyer). In the Magic Kingdom For Sale series, the king names his horse Jurisdiction, so he’d always have it, and the pun so amused me that I might have to name it that. I would ride it to Tuscany in Italy (because really I’ll take any way to get to Italy I can find), but for everyday, I’d ride at my mom’s cabin in the VA Blue Ridge mountains.
I would name my horse Bojangles. That was the name of the first horse I rode and it’s such a fond memory. I’d ride in Montana, so much room to let him run!
OMG! OMG! OMG! Another chance to win the cookbook of my dreams! Can you tell I’m giddy?
If I had a horse, of course.
Of course I would name her Siobhan.
Siobhan and I would ride from Derry to Kilarney.
Galloping throughout the counties of Ireland.
I would name a horse Grace and I’d ride her on the beach.
If I had a horse I would name it Grace and we would ride out west on the plains where we could run in the fields where the wheat was knee high and the sun was delightful!
If I had a horse I would name her Chella. Tonight we would ride to Charleston to be with my husband who is there on business. Other days I would want to ride alone in a giant field bordered by tall trees. Solitude surrounded by nature, fresh air and the gentle warming sun on my back – my perfect day.
My horse’s name would be Batman: The Horse and we would ride up and down the beaches of Edisto all the time.
If I had a horse, I’d name her Wind and I would ride her through the prairies of Kansas. The prairie changes with the seasons and is hard to see from the road.
Well now, I never quite expected a question like that, but okay. Did pioneer women actually get to ride horses? Hmmm….just trying to imagine their place. I would even wonder if they were the ones priviledge to NAME horses. I am thinking I think too much.
Well, in honor of what their limitations were given their responsibilities, I’d say if I had a horse, I’d name her Mercy. Horses in Scripture are used by John to express the with drama a number of end time events. I’d say, since I’m kind of the melodramatic type myself when it comes to our Lord, I’d have to name my horse something that expresses the daily events of my life and how God is continually fundamentally involved. That would, knowing my lack of capacity and our complete human lack, be Mercy. Yes, I’d like a horse named Mercy who had an brillant uncanny sense of direction no matter the conditions, and I’d place a little label on her that says “pray”, so that each time I was on her back, I’d tune into my Father.
As I contemplate the story behind such a name, I image a scene played out to express a “regular day” and I imagine me struggling before sunrise to get out of my bed and as my head positions it self upright on the top of my head, all the things I didn’t get done, the mistakes I made, and what I need to do today IMMEDIATLY fill my head. I get up ready to “try harder” forgetting again that it is HE who will DO and it all starts with Him. I dash around to get the fire stocked (not really being familiar with pioneer ways completely, I think that is what I’d do first), I ransack the little place in deliberate attempts to control my world and conquer the threats to my families survival. (In many way I have lived this story.) I get my kids up and they get to straight to chores. There is not time for prayers or Bible reading. We place our energy in our power to DO THINGS to MAKE IT. This goes on a little while when I notice a little one trailing behind not quite keeping up as usual. Her face is flush and her eyes red and I see the draught look of illness. As I feel her she is so hot, it burns my skin. She would not speak her condition as the need for survival usurps it in her little mind. I am shocked by the situation and my intent and realize the snow is so impeding we can never get through to the old doctor in town who can tend her and bring some Hope of Chance. I wonder out loud finally letting the Lord enter my thoughts on this day and say, “HOW can I DO THIS?! How can I overcome this impossible situation and provide survival for my child. To enter that snow on foot is certain death” Soon from below as small voice says it, “Mercy will carry you.” She has no idea the answers in the remark she has made. So Mercy carries us and just as John’s horses is a symbol far beyond her pasture.
I’ve kind of got a story like that. How cool to top it off with a horse like that!
This is a silly story, but it is what I think of when I am asked this question…because I am silly.
If I had a horse I’d name it SNEEZE. Because I’m a wee allergic. And then I’d probably ride it all the way to an “allergy healer” so we could still be friends.
If I had a horse, his name would be Joy and I would ride him from Albuquerque down Belen in New Mexico – such sweet memories of a place close to my heart!
If I had a horse I would ride it to my friend Christy’s house and let her name it. She is such an inspirational friend, Christy Sequin. She bought her own horse at age 9, he was 16 months old. His name was Bits Misty Bee. They grew up together. When she was in college she was competing in Las Vegas for the Miss Rodeo America. During her practice the arena was muddy and Bee slipped in the mud and fell on top of Christy, all 1300 pounds. Bee waited for Christy’s father to run across the arena and grab his bridle. Bee rolled up on his knees and Christy was able to crawl out from under him. Bee took his head and began rubbing Christy’s shoulder like he was apologizing. Nothing was broken, just bruised really bad. She got back on and finished the practice. She ended up having lots of problems from that accident but she never looked at Bee differently. he was her loyal friend for 27 years. Bee died in 2006. She says it was like losing a member of her family. She loved Bee with a passion and still does. If I had a horse I would do that for my friend.
If I had a horse I would name it Molly because that was the name of teh pony I rode and won many ribbons on as a child when I competed in horse shows. I would ride it along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. What better way to see that beautiful part of the world which God blessed us with??
I would name my horse Jude and ride him all over the Ethiopian countryside building wells and teaching sustainable farming. random i know but i have Ethiopia on the brain these days!
Thanks for the contest!
Katie
I would name my horse Rex and I would ride him in the highlands of Scotland where my husband was born!!
If I had a horse I would name it Midnight cauz when I was little that was what I always wanted. A horse named midnight, pretty simple. I would ride it to Moscow. My daughter called last night and missed her flight out of New York to India. So now she is routed through Moscow and will be there for 12 hours. I’d love to show up at the Moscow airport on Midnight, Ah…. what a memory that would be!!!
Let’s see, I’d name my horse Cowgirl and we’d ride around Montana since it’s a secret dream of mine to have a ranch there someday. And not much would make my little girl happier than having ponies to ride whenever she wanted to!
I would name my horse Esroh and ride it through anilorac htuos