Thursday, October 1, 2009

agritainment report for october 1, 2009

Remember that thing where we pretend to be farmers? Here's how that whole mess is going:
So very many chickens. We can barely keep up with their voracious appetites. They get a scoop of feed--you can see how big it is!--every day, as well as a slop bucket or two of kitchen scraps. But it is as a drop in the bottomless ocean of their hunger.

The four mutt roosters are going to the chop next Saturday, though, which should help. Our neighbors have some ducks and rabbits and chickens of their own to process, so we're going to piggyback and learn how to do a good old-fashioned chicken slaughter up right.

Traci is still bored and friendless, but rumor has it that her penmate is knocked up, so she should arrive in the next week or two. Then it will be Traci's turn to go visit Cyclone.

Our last cutting of hay was gorgeous. Green and lovely, and miraculously didn't get rained on while it was down even once.

Just look at that. If I were feeling peckish and had some Blue Cheese dressing . . .

A little bit of frost damage in the garden. I think I'll make fried green tomatoes tomorrow night to send the season out properly.

The squashes fared a little worse than the tomatoes, but they've done their fecund business already and can be pulled. I am so happy with my cucurbits! Look at this silly fellow:
Just like that story about the axe head being forgotten and the tree growing around it. It's more pronounced from the other side: I don't want to hear any butt or bosom jokes. We don't allow potty humor around here.

I shan't be doing cucumbers next year. They taste okay, but I didn't really use them like I should have. Maybe in a while when I've got my feet under me better I'll try again.

Look at all our squashes! The pumpkins are perfect for carving--Connecticut Field, if you want to try some of your own. Pinga is sort of obscuring our monster Blue Hubbard with our one ripe melon, but I'm telling you it's big.

I am for sure and certain going to grow potatoes again. Next year I'm trying the bucket/wire cage method. I'll explain later. The way it's been described to me, it gets you a whole mess of potatoes.

Here's what the inside of the baby melon looks like. It tastes like cantaloupe, imagine that, but with a tiny hint of molasses. I'm just stoked that I ate a melon from my own garden, because that has never happened before.

Is it too early to start ordering seeds? Also I've got to get some rhubarb, now that I've proven somewhat worthy of it.


tipsybaker said...

So many questions about this inspiring post. 1. How many chickens? 2. How much more of a run do you have than is pictured? 3. Only one melon? What is wrong with melons? I did not get even one. 4. Are those technically jack-o-lanterns or can you cook with them too? 5. What was so good about the potatoes? I need convincing. 6. How did your potted eggplant work?

Layne said...

1. 21
2. They have a 3X8 indoor nesting area, and the outside is 10X14, at least I think.
3. Seriously. Freaking melons. Their descriptions are intoxicating, and I can't get them to grow!
4. I don't think this variety is a good cooking one--the walls are pretty thin. I have another called Rouge Vif d'Etampes that's supposed to be better.
5. I just love the treasure hunt aspect of digging potatoes. It's like gathering eggs. I never get tired of it.
6. Not very well at all. The greedy nasturtiums shaded them too much, so the plants never got very big. I would try it again, but choose a calmer edge plant.

tipsybaker said...

Thank-you. I am going to try potatoes because of the treasure hunt aspect you describe I might give up on melons -- but how can I? I'm glad you got the one.

V.L. Locey said...

Holy moley your chicken numbers look and sound like ours! We`re getting ready to process some of our excess roosters as well. Mmmm, mmmm I can taste the chicken and dumplings already!