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Saturday, February 27, 2010

as the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name

Since the weather is warmingish up, the goats are turning into the kind of goats you have to water every day. The chickens, too. That is John's department in the winter, because I do not schlep five-gallon buckets of water through the snow. Besides, he can do it in one trip, and I can't. Remember how we call ourselves agritainers? Thank goodness we don't depend upon this nonsense for survival, because I can think of at least two things that I'd rather do than winter animal chores, and one of them is: NOT DO WINTER ANIMAL CHORES. Stupid ice and snow. I hate you.

But it's almost spring. I know this because Cadbury Creme Eggs, the world's most perfect candy, are now in stores. And today I planted my peppers, tomatillos, eggplants and tomatoes. Lookit:
The seed pots are reposing upon a sweet plastic serving tray that set me back a buck at the D.I.

The key to my planting, since I don't have markers. Need to buy some popsicle sticks. See, some people might have wondered why I needed the jumbo rainbow assortment of Ultra Fine Point Sharpies, but I guess they're just not innovative problem solvers. Sad for them.

And now their friends, The Onions That Lived, have joined them. They might be big enough to see when I plant them!

Another thing I did today is pick up my test basket of produce from Bountiful Baskets. I was sort of meh about it until I found out that you don't have to buy a basket every week. We'll see how I do at having someone else tell me what I'm cooking, but I can say this: the quality of everything except the avocados (one of them was past its pull date in a serious way) and apples (good, sweet, but a teense mealy) is impeccable. Just gorgeous, see?
I don't know about you, but that looks like a mess of food to me. I bought organic, which costs $10 extra. Industrial organic though it may be, I think in the long run it beats out industrial conventional, mutative-water-pollutants-wise.
Look at that Swiss chard, would you? And the romaine lettuce? They are so fresh and snappy.

I also paid $9 for the Asian packet, which even included basil. We'll do pho again if I can get to the Asian Market and buy some of that weird dandelion stuff.

The pears are indivudually and patriotically wrapped. I'm less jazzed about the fruit, because these are things that I typically don't buy. I'm a berry snob, and I frigging hate d'Anjou pears, so . . . we'll see how that goes.

Yesterday we made that honeycomb candy I told you I would make, and it did this:
They were not kidding when they said it made more than you would ever want to eat. I dipped about 12 hunks of it and threw the rest away. I had to hide it under some other garbage to prevent Pinga from dumpster diving for it. She is not discerning. It's great candy, but a little goes a long way.

Our chickens are still doing this to us every day:
Which is why we had crepes with scrambled egg filling for dinner last night.

And we still have to shift some of the boxes and stacks of food storage down in the fruit room so we can move the old range down there for bleedover baking. You will be glad to hear that at some point in the recent? distant? past, a mouse lived in the range. See:
He is dead now. I assume.

And I made some granola bars based on/inspired by the Smitten Kitchen recipe the other day, but they taste like burning.
Don't make them. At least not the way I did. Maybe it was the wheat germ?

Now, I'm off to cook the rainbow trout that Captain America caught while ice fishing this morning. I love trout. For reals. I'm pretty stoked about it.

1 comments:

All8 said...

Layne, I apologize. The seeds that I was going to send you are still sitting by the front door, waiting for someone, anyone, to walk them to the box. (Last year I talked about sending some sun gold select.)

I'll send them on Monday.

The bountiful basket looks wonderful. You could make pear butter or a crisp or pie with a combination of the pears and apples. Love trout!