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Larry and the Muskrat

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Having just returned from a fishing trip with my son, his father-in-law and my grandson, a fishing story from my youth comes to mind. It involves a high school class mate of mine, his older brother and a muskrat. So, sit back and enjoy Larry and the Muskrat.

John and I graduated together and were just a few years out of high school at the time of the story. He and his older brother Larry both had bass boats and were avid largemouth bass fishermen who liked to spend Sunday mornings on a nice local reservoir named Clear Fork. Larry said he enjoyed the quiet time and all the wildlife he saw as much as the fishing. This particular morning, he was fishing with a spinner-bait, a large odd-shaped contraption full of hooks and shiny blades that makes the whole rig spin and chatter as it’s retrieved through the water. He was close to shore and had stopped casting to watch a muskrat putter about along the bank. A few feet of line hung from his rod with the spinner bait dangling from the end. After several minutes of being amused by the muskrat, he decided it was time to fish again, so he slapped the water with the spinner bait just to scare the muskrat. However, the line carried the lure farther than expected, mistakenly hooking the surprised muskrat, and the fight was on!

John was fishing a ways off, but the commotion caught his attention and Larry’s rod bent doubly into the water was the first thing he saw. Between chuckles, Larry quickly explained the situation and asked for his help. John got his boat as close as possible and after what must have been quite a tussle, he managed to dip the struggling muskrat from the water, but razor-sharp teeth made quick work of the net and it was in the water again, this time with Larry’s line running through a dip net sporting a huge hole in its bottom. After another lengthy scuffle they once again managed to somehow hoist the combative muskrat into the boat, and then the real rodeo began. Now John and Larry were both avid outdoorsmen and conservationists, and all they wanted to do was unhook poor muskrat Sam without harming him. Like I said before, a spinner-bait is full of sharp treble hooks, and now they had one very ticked-off, soaking wet muskrat in the boat with several sets of those hooks fastened securely to him and he evidently was not obeying their verbal commands very well. Remember, Larry’s line was still running through a ruined dip net that I’m sure was very much in the way. Somehow, he got the muskrat pulled back through the net and John was able to pounce on it, pinning the hapless critter to the floor with the rim of the net across its neck. John held it down with his foot while Larry went to work with his pliers attempting to extract the hooks. A fish with a couple hooks in its mouth is one thing, but a feisty, soaking wet rodent the size of a loaf of bread with who-knows-how-many hooks fastened securely to its fur-covered body is quite another matter.

Larry worked feverishly, noticing that the muskrat’s eyeballs were bulging slightly from the weight of John’s foot on the steel ring across its neck. Each embedded hook had to be wobbled and wiggled until the sharp barb on its tip pulled free from the muskrat’s tough hide. Finally,

success as the last of the hooks came free! But then there remained the problem of how to get one still ticked-off but now absolutely free muskrat out of the boat. With that quandary swirling in their minds, both guys simultaneously stepped backwards to suddenly release the muskrat, (in their minds somehow hoping it would just launch itself over the side and back into the water) but looked at each other in disbelief as the poor luckless creature lay lifeless on the floor, evidently strangled in the process, despite their best intentions – problem solved!

Although not funny that muskrat Sammy had to give his life for this adventure, this is yet another story I’ll take with me to my grave when I sometimes can’t remember what I had for breakfast. Continue to Explore Kansas Outdoors!

Steve can be contacted by email at [email protected].

Banana Cake

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This weekend has found me baking a double batch of tropical biscotti and banana cake/breads. Friday after work Ervin and I ended up over in Branson and I stumbled into a bag of abut 20-22 bananas that were about midway to baking time! We dropped off a few across the street and then some to Phillip’s gal, Paige, and kept enough for at least 2 cakes for ourselves. Cost, 0.99 for the entire bag. In retrospect I should have picked up a second bag and frozen more for later use. Still a marvelous purchase.

I’ve run this cake recipe many times after writing this column for 17 years. It has never failed to present a light, refreshing cake. It also happens to have the ability to be baked in a specialty Bundt pan and come out nicely. Not every cake can be made into my chrysanthemum baking pan, and come out with ease. I seldom bake and serve this recipe with any icing. It is so moist it seriously doesn’t need any. If I did use one it would just be a light glaze/drizzle. Baking the cake into muffin tins also works marvelously, just don’t over bake.

For those headed to Branson this summer I would certainly recommend a stop by downtown Branson to Mr. G’s Pizza and sandwich shop. I could not believe we have lived here 17 years and never enjoyed the Chicago style pizza at this restaurant. I would agree with the advertising as best pizza in Branson. Nice appetizers, quality service, and a management staff overseeing the dining room, with an observant eye.

Join me June 7th for the Focus on Family being held in the parking lot by Hobby Lobby, in Branson. 10am to 3pm. There will be activities for the entire family, non profits and organizations providing resources galore. It’s like a huge street party. I’ll be in the 4 Ozark Seniors tent, be sure and stop by. Oh yes, there will also be a few unique race cars and antique cars present. The event is all about community, come join us for a great day!

Time to set the recipe, and pull the last pan of biscotti from the oven. Simply Yours, The Covered Dish.

Banana Cake

½ cup Crisco oil

1 ½ cups granulated sugar, Cream these two together

2 eggs, lightly beaten

3 teaspoons vanilla, beat together

¾ cup buttermilk

2 cups flour

½ teaspoon baking powder

¾ teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

Blend everything together and lastly add:

1 cup mashed bananas, (usually 3 bananas)

Nuts are optional-

Preheat oven to 300-325 degrees, grease and flour a regular Bundt pan, or a specialty Bundt pan. By lowering the temperature you will end up with a tender base with no dark over baked look. If you’re baking in a 9 x 13 pan you could also line with parchment paper. After filling the pan with batter, tap the pan a couple of times on the counter before placing in the oven., this helps to remove air bubbles. Start monitoring the cake at about 35 minutes, and go from there. Remember at a lower temperature it is going to take a tad longer to bake.. Test with a toothpick and remember it will finish baking after it comes from the oven, just like a good steak.

Accolades to the Bridges family, formerly from Diamond, MO. The Bridges were good friends with my parents, Betty and Jerry Dance. Dad was actually the one who baked all the wonderful banana cakes. I remember one year he did one for my birthday! And, he made some for Phillip’s birthday over the years. Icing, never! Dad loved this cake with absolutely no icing.

Life Cycle Of The Heel (Best Of)

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The Heel flies in the face of our healthy well being. The Heel is probably the most destructive parasite attacking ranchers today. The Common Heel is a hairy, WASP-like maggot that first originated in Washington D.C. There are two species of the Heel, the Republicanis defenses and the Democratius welfarius. Both species of the parasite are destructive, although the Eastern variety is capable of inflicting more pain

Life Cycle

The Heel works within the system and can strike at any time of the year. The bloodsuckers approach everything with an open mouth, stinging the host on his legs, his pocketbook and all over his body. They feed on B.S. and baloney. The incubation stage (the campaign) of the Heel is spent outside the host. Then the leeches attach themselves to the host and go along for a four year free ride. At the end of the four year period the maggot wriggles out of everything, leaving a scar on the host.

Eventually, each maggot feels impelled to rise to the top and depart the host, despite promises to return and help the host who fed it. The maggot emerges from the host as a fully formed Heel. If the infestation is bad enough, the parasites can make the host so poor and weak that he or she eventually dies. Because they are external parasites, the Heels are capable of staying in midair on all issues and just fly to another victim if one host succumbs. Then the life cycle begins anew.

Diagnosis

The presence of the Common Heel can be detected by a lumpy and bruised appearance. 85% of all carcasses are damaged by the Heel. The parasite makes a lot of noise that means absolutely nothing but the sound is enough to send some hosts into shock. If this happens consult your veterinarian.

A conclusive diagnosis can be made if the host runs around frantically with his or her tail in the air. He or she is trying to escape by running for shelter. It won’t work and is a hopeless cause. There is usually an offensive smell that goes with the Heel and often times the symptoms are similar to Foot in Mouth Disease. Some hosts have developed allergic reactions to the I.R.S. form of the parasite and have had to leave the country.

Treatment

Running away won’t help. Neither will spraying or dipping. About all one can do is stand in the mud for temporary relief.

Prevention

Following the terrible outbreaks of 1980 and 1984, which caused great economic loss to the hosts, the U.S. Government decided to do something about this menace. The U.S.D.A. spent trillions of dollars and man hours in an effort to eradicate the pests. The number of spongers only multiplied more. There appears to be no way to keep them from getting under your skin.

Lettuce Eat Local: Lettuce Eat Lettuce

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Amanda Miller
Columnist
Lettuce Eat Local

 

Some people look at lettuce and curl their lips, remarking disparagingly that it’s “rabbit food.” Other people think, “Well, rabbits must have good taste,” and keep on munching.

You will have no problem guessing which camp I am in. 

Saying “lettuce” is like saying “apple” — you get a general idea of what’s meant, but really there’s so much variation within the category. A red delicious is not a granny smith is not an api etoile, just as iceberg is not romaine is not green tango. Lettuce can be basically categorized into four main botanical types: crisphead, butterhead, leaf/looseleaf, and romaine/cos. (As a related note, I think my children may fall into the butterhead category.)

Most of the names give a pretty good description of the varieties within. Crisphead lettuce forms a bunch, or a head, as it grows, and offers that satisfying, watery crunch like iceberg does. Butterhead is so called not because it is fatty or rich, but because of its soft, tender texture. Leaf lettuce does not form heads or hearts — which sounds much worse if you say it’s headless and heartless — but as you might guess, stays in loose leaves. The romaine name doesn’t tell you much about the vegetable’s tall, sturdy green leaves, but it does remind you that it became known to much of the world via Rome. 

Ancient Rome and surrounding areas were, in fact, home to lettuce in general. There is even a lettuce hieroglyph in an Egyptian tomb dated to 4500 BC! I don’t know what they were saying about lettuce, but it wasn’t a rabbit doing the writing, so lettuce is clearly not just rabbit food. 

Lettuce is also not just salad like we Americans typically think of it. I could absolutely eat a salad every day, so that’s a very high calling already, yet lettuce can also be masterful layered into a sandwich or shredded onto a taco. It enjoyed a suspicious season of limelight in the bygone days of serving any and everything on a garnish bed of lettuce leaves (thank you, Betty Crocker and unmolded gelatin “salads”), but it is even more than all that — for while the idea almost doesn’t compute in our brains, lettuce doesn’t even have to be served raw. 

“Though it is the most recognizable category of greens, it is all too often used the least creatively,” asserts The Book of Greens: A Cook’s Compendium as it is spread out in front of me. The several recipes to follow prove the author’s point: Lettuce Jam (assorted lettuces fried and chopped with pickles and capers to create a purportedly versatile dip), Chartreuse Lettuce Sauce (blanched lettuce heads turned into a rich sauce for tuna), and Butter Lettuce Panna Cotta (“dessert is probably the best way to eat your greens” — which is why the next page has a recipe for Lettuce and Carrot Cake). There are two salads among the remaining recipes, but this lady is speaking my creativity-in-the-kitchen language. Let us try all the lettuce!

This is theoretically the season for being creative with lettuces, because they are at both their peak of spring-fresh flavor and their production. I’ve had three neighbors in a two-mile radius offer me garden lettuce because they are done with it, and I’m delighted to sacrificially help consume the bounty. 

It’s been so good, however, that I haven’t felt like doing anything much with the lettuce besides salad. Like I said, I could eat a salad every day, and I’ll throw anything into a bowl of lettuce; when you hit on the right mix, wow. Salty, sweet, creamy, nutty, acidic, roasty, vibrant, all the things made cohesive when added to lettuce. My best this week was curly-leaf lettuce with roasted sweet peppers, pickled beets, homemade feta, salted avocado, and poppyseed dressing. I want more now. 

But get the right lettuce, and it doesn’t even need anything else. I know to offer plain lettuce to my niece, since the two of us could stand there and eat the whole bag as a refreshing snack. To my surprise, Brian even commented on how good the lettuce leaves were at lunch earlier this week. “The perfect everything; they’re soft, yet they crunch.”

The rabbits couldn’t have said it any better.

 

Caesar Salad Lettuce Wraps

This is a good in-between recipe for lettuce: not just a salad, but also not cake. I was in the middle of making a 5-gallon bucket of pudding (that’s another story) and needed a low-prep lunch: voila. Brian wrapped his lettuce wrap in a tortilla, which is another great way to serve this. 

Prep tips: it doesn’t matter if the tuna is oil- or water-packed; make a double batch if you want leftovers. 

1 [12-oz] can tuna, drained

2 ounces parmesan, shredded

½ cup mayo

1 tablespoon dijon 

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

dashes of onion powder, garlic powder, and black pepper

minced fresh parsley

caesar dressing

large fresh curly lettuce leaves, homegrown if possible

Mix tuna, half of the cheese, mayo, seasonings, and parsley together, adding salt if necessary. Spoon into lettuce leaves, topping with a sprinkle of cheese and a drizzle of dressing.