Italian Deer Roast With Pepperoncini Peppers

I've been absent for  a while, so I thought I'd post a yummy crock pot recipe we recently enjoyed.  We used a deer roast, but a beef or pork roast would be just as good.  We had a similar dish while having dinner with new friends.  I don't know her exact recipe but this one is close, I think.:)

Place a 4 pound roast in the crock pot along with an 8 oz jar of pepperoncini peppers (with juice) and 4 cubes beef bouillon with 2 cups water, OR 1 can beef broth.  Cook on low for 8 hours and THAT'S it!  Shred and serve in pita bread, on buns or over rice.  Delicious! She included carrots, potatoes and onions. Yum!  And the leftovers, if there are any, make a wonderful soup base for another meal.

Emily brought in the first buttercup and hint of spring!

I'm always so surprised and delighted when they first make their appearance each year.

I've been having tea with little girls...

listening to my little ones read out of their readers while sitting in an outdoor homemade tee pee made from sticks and an old tarp...

and sipping lemonade made by Melanie who shared her pretty spring napkins with her momma. It was a bit chilly in the tee pee, but it allowed me time with my young ones and took me away from....

the above.  Papers.  Clutter.  Do you ever feel that your purse is a reflection of your life?  Sometimes it gets messy.  And gets to you.  And has to be organized.

And that's part of what I've been up to.  Closed up in my room and buried under paperwork.  Some is current and some is still that which was collected and boxed up for us.  But my heart sings as I begin to see light at the end of the tunnel.  I'm so slow, but I see progress.:)

Gifts of new spring flowers arriving and sandwiched between light dusting

s of snow.

Not that every day is perfect on the farm. Like I said, sometimes life gets messy...like my purse. Someone cries in frustration over a difficult math problem - or to much mud being tracked in - or burned rice - again. Or a beautiful young cow, our Blossom, who swallowed something hard yesterday and didn't make it. Or a young and curious goat who escaped the other day and ate almost a whole bag of minerals in the barn.  She didn't make it either.

But I've been so refreshed as I've recently taken the time to start walking these hills and hollers.  I saw where our spring water comes from.  And I so enjoyed the soothing sounds of the bubbling streams.  I saw flowers popping up from beneath their winter coverings of leaves and twigs. And I delighted in seeing the greening of the grass which has been drinking  deeply of the winter rains.  And God sends the winter rains.  And I am thankful. 

God bless you all.  I hope you enjoy the recipe. ~ Sherry ~