10/16/2025
October 16, 2025
I’ll be serving breakfast for our guys tomorrow. So, this morning, I’m opening my Harvest Meal recipe binder once again to see if there’s a different dish that catches my eye. I know we gals had decided to stick to a set menu, and I’m on the slate for Sausage Breakfast Cups. But today, I have some spare time and can use some of it fussing with food a bit. Not sure what that will be just yet.
One thing I do know is that I will be making a treat I call Cinnamon Crisps. Mike especially enjoys this snack because it reminds him of what his mother used to do with any leftover pie dough - and I bet you all can relate! But my twist for this treat is that instead of pie dough, I use the scraps of tortilla shells that I save when cutting out the circles for those Sausage Breakfast Cups.
First, I arrange all those pieces on a cookie sheet and generously brush them with melted butter. Then, as evenly as possible, I sprinkle those pieces with a mixture of cinnamon sugar. I pop the batch into a preheated 350-degree oven, and very closely watch them as they crisp up and turn a light brown. That part can be tricky! If you pull them out too soon, they can still be doughy when they cool. If you leave them in too long, they can burn to a crisp! (But, speaking from experience, even those will get devoured! ) When I first made these, I took the time to trim and roll them up like my grandma did with her pie dough delicacy. Then I realized our guys didn't care one whit about pretty! That’s when my version of Crisps became a harvest tradition!
There has been a lot of moving and shaking going on—moving equipment and shaking berries, that is! Yesterday, the crew picked here on our Horse Pasture vineyard. Sadly, our miniature horse, Angel, is no longer with us, but obviously, the vineyard’s name here at the farm never changed either. Karen just sent me the pictures that she snapped this morning on another property of Jason’s. It looks like everyone stopped in for a break and, at the same time, for a change! We’re rolling right along.
“How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!”
Psalm 119:103