We got to enjoy our basket contents as our traditional Easter brunch, and it was quite lovely.
Not everyone is in a joyful mood, though. I found this in my pending comments today.
No, I am not “approving” it.
Bogna 11h ago
Your pictures say “view on Instagram” so there is nothing to view. This blog is crap
For those who have been following my image heavy blog for a while, you already know this, but for those newer to this blog, I have a bit of an issue.
I have an old WordPress plan that is no longer available. It gives me my domain name and 15G of storage space. I am currently at 98.9% full.
I could upgrade my account to a business plan, which would give me 50G of storage space and a whole lot of bells and whistles I don’t want or need, costing more than twice what I’m paying per year now. Or I could buy – well, rent would be the more accurate term – 50G of storage space and be paying even more than the cost of a business plan, on top off how much my current grandfathered plan costs per year. None of which is in budget.
I’ve looked at a lot of places where I could store image files with the intention of embedding them here, but none of them have worked out for one reason or another. The only one that has worked out consistently is to post things to Instagram, then embed them into my posts, the same way I can embed videos. The problem with that is, sometimes the images/video don’t load and people have to click on the space to go to Instagram to view them. From what I understand, though, if you don’t have an Instagram account, you can’t actually see them. I could be wrong on that. Of course, if someone has blocked me on Instagram or something like that, they won’t be able to see it. Nor would I be able to see anything of theirs.
The thing is, this is a function of Instagram. Something I have no control over. This is something that happens on the viewer’s end. Everything is working just fine at my end, and I have no way of knowing when or if it will work for any particular viewer at any given time. Most people know how these things work well enough to get it.
My angry visitor here doesn’t seem to understand that and has declared my blog “crap”, simply because they apparently can’t click to view on Instagram. I have no idea why they can’t view the images on my blog through whatever device or OS they are using. Apparently, they aren’t capable of clicking or tapping on the “view on Instagram” link that shows, instead.
So they chose to diss my blog, instead.
They have only succeeded in giving me a good laugh.
Happy Easter, Bogna! I hope you have a better rest of your day.
As I was getting my coat to go feed the outside cats, I spotted movement in the distance. I had to zoom in quite a bit to get these shots, so they’re not the best.
Two white tail deer, beyond the outer yard, at the far side of the barn. Soon after, I saw one of them making its way through the outer yard to the driveway, heading for the gate. The deer are very, very active this time of year, and the population looks to be quite high this spring! I haven’t seen so many since we stopped feeding them outside the living room window.
After I did the outside cats’ food and water, I tried for a head count. I think I counted 24 in total. Possibly 25?
Adam was on the cat house roof, where she prefers to eat, and she enthusiastically allowed me to pet her. I was able to feel around her belly. She does not feel pregnant, and I don’t feel any active nips. Given how early I saw she’d gone into heat and the boys going after her, it’s entirely possible she’s had a litter and lost it. I am seeing the other feral females – Slick, Sprout and the white and grey we haven’t named – show up just long enough to eat, and then they disappear.
I managed to get a picture of this beauty, though.
I’m glad we were able to catch her and get her spayed, because she very rarely allows me to touch her. Once I do, she stops and enjoys the pets, but otherwise, she just runs away.
Once the outside stuff was done, I headed out. My first stop was to the post office, then I planned to go to the feed store in my mother’s town, then visit her.
I had asked the owner of the general store if their feed supplier also carried cat food. She looked up their list and they did. That was a while ago, so when I came in to get the mail, I looked through their feed section and saw they had three 18kg (39.68lbs) bags of cat kibble! They were only $45, too. With the other brands we’ve been getting, they are in the $50-$55 range.
We’ve never had this brand before, so I got only one, to try it out. If the cats like it, it would make things much easier to pick them up in our own little hamlet than having to drive to the towns with feed stores. The only thing is that I would have to change how I budget it. Right now, I put the budgeted amount onto a credit card, so that when I buy them I get my cashback or Canadian Tire dollars. The general store doesn’t take credit cards, though. Just cash and debit. So if I’m going to be buying the big bags there more often, I have to make sure NOT to transfer the funds to a credit card.
So after I picked up our mail, I got the one bag of kibble – then picked up a couple of sausages for the Easter baskets. Something else that was on my list for the shopping I planned to do after visiting my mother.
Since I got the test bag of kibble, I skipped the feed store and went straight to my mother’s.
She was in her favourite armchair in the common room when I got there. She was pleasantly surprised to see me, which was nice for a change.
It was a pretty quiet visit. There wasn’t a lot new going on. My mother immediately started complaining, of course, but not as … energetically, shall we say, as usual. Her health isn’t good. She needs sleep. She needs a private room. (I don’t disagree!) Her room mate is terrible. (I’m sure her room mate thinks the same of my mother!) The regular doctor never comes to see her. The other doctors are from the city come in just for a day. I reminded her that she would need to make an appointment for the doctor to actually see her as a patient; otherwise, he’s just doing his rounds before going to his regular patient appointments at the clinic. To which she complained that it’s just about moneymoneymoney. Apparently, doctors shouldn’t get paid? I’m not quite sure what she’s getting at when she says that, but she says it quite often.
Hopefully, she won’t be here for very long, but there’s just no way to know when a bed will open up at the nursing home she wants to be in.
I remembered to ask if our vandal had shown up again, after his big act with his wife pushing him in with a borrowed wheelchair, then storming out when she refused to pay for his funeral. She said no, he hasn’t. I was not surprised. I told her, I knew there was a reason he was visiting so often. He wanted something from her. Now we know what it was. She started going on about how he’s wealthy, he has his farm. I told her, that’s not cash in the bank. He would have to sell it. Her response was, what else is he going to do with it? His wife isn’t going to farm it, and they have no kids. I told her, he doesn’t have to. He’s got so many vehicles and equipment scattered all over his property. Stuff he can’t use anymore. He could sell just a couple of things and more than cover the cost of his own funeral. That reminded her of the thousands of dollars she’d given him for the huge garage he had built to store his equipment in. All I know is, his vehicles and equipment are still all scattered all over his yard, fully visible from the road as I drive by, except for the Bobcat he stole from my mother, so who knows what all he’s got stored in there. My mother got the point, though; there is no reason for him to be going to her for money to pay for his own funeral. Which could be years from now, for all I know, based on how he appears the few times I’ve seen him since his diagnosis.
Overall, it was a good and relaxed visit. I stayed until her lunch tray was brought over – a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup and crackers, a pickled blend of legumes I recognize from Costco that is quite good, and canned fruit for desert. Her insulated tea cup was just hot water – at her request – to mix in with the glass of milk. One of her favourite things to drink. I stayed long enough to help her get set up and everything was in reach before saying my goodbyes.
From there, it was off to our regular local grocery store – and extra drive, but the difference in prices between that town and my mother’s made it worth it.
Once there, I got the last few things for the Easter baskets, including an extra flat of eggs. I’d asked my daughters to hard boil some eggs for me to start pickling after I got home. They ended up doing a flat and a half – roughly 45 eggs. The extras and the uglies would be used for egg salad. I got a paska for my mother, though it’s huge for a one person basket. Since she no longer has her own kitchen or utensils, my plan is to have everything for her basket all cut up and ready to eat without needing anything else. Plus, she could share the contents, if she finds it too much. We aren’t fans of paska ourselves, so I got a lovely fresh flax seed loaf for our own basket.
The shopping done, my only planned outing over the next while is to visit my mother and bring her the basket on either Saturday or Sunday.
I’m thinking Saturday.
There’s a reason for that.
The truck.
The truck has been running well. The stock up shopping trips have been fine. I have, of course, still been constantly checking the gauges. With the troubles we’ve been having for the past couple of years, I just can’t help myself.
Which is why I noticed something had changed.
The oil pressure gauge.
When we had the leaking seal replaced again, on warranty, and the oil sensor replaced, I got an oil change done at the same time. According to the mileage, we have a couple thousand kilometers before it needs to be changed again – which is about a month’s worth of driving, in the summer. Two months, in the winter.
After all that, the pressure gauge was right back where it was supposed to be and staying within a typical range.
As we were coming home from the Costco trip, though, it started to read on the low side of normal. Technically still okay, but at one point, it was pretty much on the line for low pressure.
It was reading normal again when I started out today, but when I got to the grocery store from my mother’s, the gauge had dropped down to the line again.
While I was on my way home, I kept checking it, and sure enough, it kept slowly dropping. As I was pulling into our driveway, it was touching the line again.
*sigh*
One thing I can say, though; the warranty differential is working fine. The 2 wheel and 4 wheel drive setting has been on auto, and it has had no problem kicking into 4 wheel drive as needed. Today got so warm, the hard packed snow under the tire tracks in our driveway started to soften and the truck starting to sink as I was driving, but I was able to get through with no problem! No getting stuck in our own driveway again!
We’ve been parking the truck in the yard for the past while, since my brother’s truck was half in our garage (as far as it could go without hitting the top of the door frame). My brother had phoned this morning and he suggested I just back it up into the lane towards the barn and leave it there, so we could park our own truck in the garage. So after the shopping was unloaded and I did an early feeding of the outside cats (they like the new kibble!), I moved his truck out.
His truck was having issues with sinking through the formerly hard packed snow, but it got through fine as well.
Driving our own truck into the garage, the oil gauge didn’t have a chance to drop like it did while driving, but it also never got to where it normally is.
The boxes for our chicken coop are still stored at the far end of the garage, so we can’t pull all the way in. Not a problem, since it means I had space to get out the step stool and check the oil levels.
It was low.
I had one last bottle of oil left, 3/4 full, and used that. The level seemed okay after that, but I’m never confident in what I’m seeing on the dip stick. The colour of the oil and the colour of the dip stick is pretty much the same, and the metal is always shiny, even after wiping it clean.
*sigh*
I made a point of checking, and there is no sign of an oil leak, but then I’ve never seen evidence of an oil leak even when it turned out to be leaking really badly, because of where the leak was. The only times I thought I did, it turned out to be from the differential, not engine oil.
Once I was settled inside, I called the garage. The owner answered. I made sure to first let him know that the warranty differential replacement has been doing fine, then explained about the oil pressure and being low on oil again. I mentioned, I’ve got a lot of driving to do in the next while!
He asked me if I could come in on Tuesday afternoon, so they can check it out. They are closed tomorrow and on Easter Monday, of course, so I was very happy that he could book me in so quickly.
For now, it should be fine for me to drive to my mother’s. I’ll do it on Saturday, when things are open, so I can pick up some extra oil to keep in the truck, now that I’ve just used the last of my stash.
This is getting so insane. I’ve either got another leak somewhere, or the truck is simply burning a lot of oil. Which I would expect to see evidence of in my exhaust, and I haven’t.
I just don’t get it.
I am so tired of vehicle troubles!
I can’t even say it’s been this particular truck, since the last two vehicles we’ve owned have also had weird problems. As my daughter told me during our Costco shop, and I was commenting about my own paranoia about the truck; with all the stuff that’s been going on, I have reason to be!!
Hopefully, it’s something minor that they can find and fix easily and quickly.
Hopefully.
On a completely different note, once I had my appointment made, I got to check out what I got in the mail.
The padded envelope had been opened, and the box it was in was crushed. That would have been customs. At least the thermometer itself was not damaged!
Once things thaw out, I want to use it in various beds to see how different the soil temperature is in, say, the high raised bed compared to the low raised beds. It might help explain why I had issues with my beans, melons, tomatoes and squash last summer.
That all settled, the last goal of the day was to make three different types of brine to pickle eggs in, and start peeling the eggs that were hard boiled last night. I made beet, soy and turmeric brines, using the simplest recipes I could find online, so I had three little pots going at once. Then my younger daughter and I started peeling eggs.
It was a disaster.
The shells just did not want to separate from the eggs!
Now, it we were just making egg salad, I wouldn’t have cared, but I was after the most perfect eggs to brine and use in our Easter baskets, and we just weren’t getting any at all. After about a dozen eggs, I called a stop to trying.
Thankfully, I got a extra flat of eggs at the grocery store today.
The ugly eggs didn’t go to waste, though; they got eaten pretty much immediately. 😄
Meanwhile, I started on another batch to hard boil, using tips I’ve tried in the past, all combined.
It worked.
First, fill the pot with water and generous amount of baking soda, then bring it to a boil. The eggs were brought out of the fridge to warm up. Room temperature would have been ideal, but I at least didn’t want to have cold shells cracking on contact with boiling water.
Once the water was boiling, I used a wire basket type scoop – I don’t know the name of it – to lower the eggs into the boiling water in batched. I got 24 eggs into the pot. One did crack, but nothing leaked out of it.
I set the timer for 10 minutes, but it took a while for the water to go from a simmer to a full boil again, so it was really more like 7 minutes at a boil. When the time went off, I shut off the heat, but didn’t take them out right away, just in case. Then I transferred them to a bowl of cold water and left them there for another 10 minutes.
Every single egg peeled perfectly.
All 24 eggs.
Perfect. Including the one that cracked!
I was hoping to just have 6 eggs per jar or brine, but I was able to do 8 in each!
Gotta make sure to pass on the method to the girls. My younger daughter was pretty upset that the first batch wouldn’t peel and felt she had done something wrong. It’s not a problem, though. We’ll just have lots of eggs ready for snacking!
Tomorrow, we need to dig out a couple of baskets from storage, and I need to figure out how to do my mother’s basket, if I’m going to have everything pre-cut up for her. Normally, the baskets would get blessed on Saturday, then enjoyed on Easter morning, but I have not been able to find any times for basket blessing. I know it’s being done; just not which church or what time. For quite a few years now, we’ve just blessed them ourselves. I’ll take the chance to visit my mother on Saturday with her basket and get a bit of a visit in.
Then not go anywhere again until it’s time to take the truck in to the garage to get checked!
After all the digging yesterday, today we got to enjoy the fruit of my labour with a cookout.
March is a birthday month, but we never celebrate birthdays on the day, but the weekend before or after (unless the birthday happens to fall on a weekend, of course), plus like to do nice things for the birthday person spread out over a couple of weeks.
The other thing we normally used to do was take the birthday person out to the restaurant of their choice. Which isn’t really an option anymore. So instead, we would do the take out of their choice.
Now, in theory, we could have done that this time. My brother got his truck prepped and it’s available for us to drive, should we need it. He is also convinced something is going to go wrong with our own truck! It is a much older truck – I don’t know the year, but I think it’s either late 70’s or early ’80’s. With my luck, I’m afraid that if I drive it, it’ll break down, too! 😄
My older daughter that has a birthday this month, however, insisted we not spend any money on her for her birthday. When I told her, I budgeted for it, she said to put it towards the truck.
*sigh*
So, instead, I decided to do special meals. Today, it was a cookout.
The cooking was done outside, but the eating inside, because dang, it’s still cold out there!
My younger daughter headed out early to get the fire pit going and build up coals for cooking, while I brought out the stuff to cook. This was our first time using our square Dutch oven that I got on clearance at Canadian Tire, months ago.
I had eight baking potatoes, wrapped in foil with olive oil and course salt. They all fit quite nicely in the Dutch oven, as you can see in the second picture.
I got the pictures after she’d had it in the middle of the fire pit for more than an hour (we forgot to check the time), then moved it off to one side to start cooling it down a bit.
The nice things about this Dutch oven. The square shape made fitting the potatoes in much better than with a round shape, which made for more even cooking. As with the other Dutch oven, the lid can double as a separate cooking surface. It’s smaller, and lighter, perfect for if we want to cook smaller portions, and easier to carry when full.
The down sides with this design. It has no legs, so it rests directly in the coals. The lid isn’t recessed, so any coals set on top are not as secure. It’s handles are built in; larger areas on opposite corners, rather than a wire carrying handle that swings up and down, or can even be used to hang it over the fire. There is also no handle on the lid. Which means we can’t use a tool to lift the lid off, nor use a carrying handle to lift the entire thing in and out of the fire pit. Instead, we had to wait for things to cool down enough to handle in some way. My daughter was able to push the lid off to the side so I could remove the potatoes and take them into the house to stay warm in the oven. Eventually, my daughter was able to get the lid out so finish cooling off on the side, but it took quite a bit longer before the rest was cool enough to remove with oven mitts. Even then, it had to rest on top of some logs (so as not to come in directly contact with the snow) until it was cool enough to handle and bring inside.
Then my daughter reset the fire and built up more coals to cook the hot dog wieners. We have a moveable grill surface (you can see the shadow of it in the first picture above) and a cooking tray designed to go on a BBQ grill, for things that would otherwise fall through the grill. It fits a dozen wieners at once.
Wieners that had started to freeze by then!
With the temperatures, once those were on, we had to cover them with foil. I had a metal dish to bring them into the house with, later; with the wind, I ended up setting it on top to keep the foil from blowing off!
When it was time to turn them, though, I realized I forgot something important.
I forgot to oil the cooking surface. The wieners were stilling to it!
As soon as they were cooked through enough, my daughter transferred them into the (now warm) metal dish. They were pretty torn up, but she did the best she cook! I wrapped the dish in foil and went in to keep them warm with the potatoes. Originally, we were going to toast the hot dog buns, too, but quickly gave up on that idea. We would toast them in the oven, so I took the bag of buns in, too.
They were starting to freeze as well!
In the end, though, it all worked out well. The potatoes turned out to be perfectly cooked! I was more concerned about them. The last time we did foil wrapped potatoes in the fire pit, they were set directly into the hot ashes. They cooked way faster than expected, and were pretty burned in places. Cooking them in the Dutch oven protected them and let them cook more evenly. Definitely something worth doing again!
That was for today. Later on, we’ll be baking a cake, and I’ve got fish fillets thawing out for another special dinner – one only my daughters can eat, but that’s just fine! My husband and I don’t tolerate fish – or most seafood in general – well. The girls, on the other hand, love pretty much all seafood.
As for me, it’s back to spending time with the family! It’s been a good day.
You know those nights where to get into bed and suddenly, you’re just awake? Absolutely zero chance of falling asleep?
Well, I had one of those last night. Finally, at around 4am, I got up to find a food. I sat at my computer table to eat and, since I was there and the computer was off, I decided to clean out the crevices on my mouse. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, so I decided to do the same to my keyboard.
I cannot believe how much cat hair I pulled out from between the keys! How does it even get in there??? Today, however, it feels like I’m typing on a brand new keyboard. 😄
I finally tried going back to sleep at about 5am and managed to get a bit of highly interrupted (by cats) sleep before it was time to get up and do the morning routine and feed the outside cats. Then I tried to go back to bed, but found I wasn’t feeling well for some reason. I finally did doze off, only for the phone to ring and wake me up.
I gave up after that.
I still wasn’t feeling well in general. Part of it had me wondering what I might have eaten to trigger problems (nothing out of the ordinary), and part of it was my joints wanting to give out on me. That whole “shoulder wants to dislocate while reaching to flush the toilet” thing is decidedly inconvenient!
I ended up getting one of my daughters to do the evening outside cat feeding.
I was feeling particularly useless today, so I started looking up recipes. At some point, Pinterest started showing me some Pins for liquid dough flat bread, which caught my attention. We aren’t baking bread anywhere near as much as we should be. Our bread machine stopped working properly a while ago, though we could still have it mix up a batch of dough in the evening, ready to bake in the oven in the morning, but we weren’t always in a position to do baking in the morning. Plus, a single loaf doesn’t go very far with four adults in the household.
Meanwhile, with all of us breaking down, one way or another, we were focusing more on no-knead bread recipes, anyhow. Most of these still require rising time, but sometimes I want something faster. Baking powder pan bread works okay, but variety is always nice.
Today, I found a couple of “liquid dough” recipes that looked good and decided to try one of them out. The dough’s texture is thinner than a batter bread, but thicker than a pancake batter, though there seems to be quite a bit of variability between recipes.
This is the basic recipe I settled on to try today.
Liquid Dough Flatbread
Ingredients: 2 cups flour (AP or whole wheat) 2 cups water 1 egg (beaten) 1/4 tsp salt 1/4 tsp sugar 2-3 tsp dried parsley (or slightly less, if using chopped fresh parsley) Oil or butter (melted) for cooking
Instructions: 1. Add all ingredients together in a medium bowl and whisk together until smooth. 2. Heat non-stick skillet over medium high heat. Brush lightly with oil or butter. 3. Pour 1/2 cup of batter into the hot skillet and spread evenly. 4. Cook until the bottom starts to change colour and is solid enough to flip. 5. Flip, then apply a light coating of oil or butter. 6. Press the edges with a spatula (they tend to curl up). Cook for 2-3 minutes, then flip again. 7. Apply another light layer of oil or butter. Continue to cook for another 2-3 minutes, or until both sides are golden brown. Note: a bubble of steam may form in the middle.
For this, I used olive oil in a handy little dispenser and a pastry brush to spread it, which made things easier. I also used a half cup measuring cup as my ladle, with a rubber spatula to scrape the outside to keep it from dripping all over and making a mess. With the half cup measuring cup, I was able to do 7 flatbreads that were about 8″ across this way, then for the last one, I just poured in what was left, which made for a flatbread about 10″ across.
The original recipe said to put all the ingredients (the egg did not need to be beaten first), except the parsley, into a blender, blend it smooth, then transfer to a medium bowl and stir in the parsley. We don’t have a blender, but why would I want to dirty extra things when a wire whisk and one bowl will do the job? I didn’t even bother to beat the egg in a separate bowl, but just made sure to beat it before incorporating everything else in the bowl.
The finished flatbreads had a lightly crispy edge, and a softer, chewier middle.
We taste tested them plain.
My conclusion:
Very easy and quick to mix up, and not too bad when it came to how long they took to cook, for something that could be cooked only one at a time.
Adding the extra oil when flipping them did result in them being slightly oiler than I prefer – and I didn’t oil them as much as the original recipe called for!
For flavour, I think it would have been better if I’d used butter, ghee or even a flavoured olive oil, rather than a plain olive oil. I think butter would be best, as they rather needed the extra salt. Something to experiment with, if I make this recipe again, as it was a bit on the bland side.
I think I would also like to experiment with trying different additions instead of the parsley. Finely chopped garlic, for example, or a dry grated cheese, like Parmesan, or even some powdered, dehydrated tomato or spinach, for savoury options. I think it would also work well with a bit more sugar – maybe substituting brown sugar instead – and the addition of things like ground cinnamon or cloves, for a sweeter option.
While we were taste testing these plain as a snack, I think they would be a nice addition to go along with a hearty soup or stew, though for that, I really prefer our fluffy dumplings. More likely, we would use this as a wrap, like we use tortillas, with some sort of savoury filling. My daughter thought they would be nice dipped in some hummus or sour cream. Interestingly, she found the flavour quite “eggy”, which I didn’t get at all. Her taste buds can pick up a lot more than mine can, though.
I do think this is something that might work well for campfire or firepit cooking, too. Our well seasoned Dutch oven lid has legs and can double as a griddle that would be perfect for something like this.
In the end, I think this is something that would do well to quickly work up when feeling peckish but, as I mentioned before, it’s a bit on the bland side. I can see myself making a half recipe of this as a snack during the night.
A night like last night, were sleep just didn’t want to happen!!
Today’s high was warmer than originally forecast, reaching -1C/30F
Which caused some problems!
This first was something I noticed in the sunroom again. Ice on the corner of one of the litter boxes. Too much for it to be from a cat pissing over the edge. I’d used the ice scraper to clear some up when the litters in there were last changed, but now there was even more.
There was only one other place it could be coming from.
Yes, those are icicles on the ceiling of the sun room.
This is not good. We haven’t had this since the new roof was installed. Great care was taken to make sure this didn’t happen again.
I went outside again to check the sun room roof. The problem was easy to see. While we haven’t had a large amount of snow this year, above that corner is where the roof from the original log part of the house slightly overhangs the slope of the sun room roof. So any snowmelt from the higher roof drains onto the sun room roof.
Now, what it should be doing is draining into the eavestrough on the sun room roof. That trough, however, is now filled with ice. At the opposite end of the down spout, a large ice dam has formed – and there’s nothing we can do about it. There is no way to safely get up there.
The best I could do was get the roof rake and remove as much snow as I could. Which really wasn’t much, but it should at least expose the ice dam to the sun. The eavestrough is a dark brown, which should warm up a bit faster, too. Ideally, we would have heat tape up there, but we’ve already got too many things plugged into the one outlet in the old kitchen. It’s got our freezer plugged into it, as well as extension cords to power the heated water bowl, heat lamps and the outlet in the cat house, which powers another heated water bowl and a heat bulb inside.
Tomorrow is supposed to have a high of -2C/28F, then the day after, we now have a forecast of 3C/37F. Hopefully, I’ve removed enough snow for things to melt at least partially clear.
In the spring/summer, someone is going to have to get up there to see where the moisture is coming through. No one – not even the roofers – figured out exactly where it was coming in before, but since we hadn’t had a leak inside the sun room since, we figured it got patched up while the new roof was installed. I did tell the roofers about the leak, and exactly where it was leaking, so they did look for a source, which they never found, and made sure the flashing was good. Still, here we are!
I had intended to break Spewie out again and continue clearing the driveway, but as I switched out the trail cam cards, I found it was too windy for the job. Plus, I could tell I was paying for the amount I’d done yesterday. I was feeling joints trying to dislocate all over the place!
As soon as I was able, I pain killered up and tried lying down.
Ha! Yeah, that didn’t work too well.
My daughter, meanwhile, headed outside to get the fire pit going, so we could do our wiener roast.
By then, it had started to rain!
She was able to get the fire started, though. It did take longer to get it down to cooking coals. She brought out an energy drink to have while tending the fire, and it actually started to turn into slush before long. When I came out to join her, I had mine in a can cozy, to keep it from freezing. By then, it was ice-raining quite a bit.
This wasn’t going to be a day to roast weinies on sticks! Instead, I brought out a tray meant for doing smaller vegetables and such on the BBQ. Once we had enough coals, I set that up on the round grill with a dozen wieners on it, then covered them with foil to keep the rain off and the heat in. Then my daughter used her fire poker stick to pull the grill around over the coals. That’s what you’re seeing in the second picture of the slide show above.
I had some concern that the grill was too high, but that turned out to not be an issue at all. In fact, when my daughter swung the grill off to turn the wieners, they were almost starting to burn!
So those didn’t take very long at all. It was almost a shame to not have anything else to cook!
Once they were done, we swung the grill away again and let things cool down enough that I could transfer them onto the foil, wrap them up and take them inside to keep warm in the oven.
The paths in the yard were incredibly slippery, with frozen rain!
On the way back out, I grabbed a bag of hot dog buns, so we could toast them over the coals. By then, it had stopped raining, so we didn’t need to cover them with foil. It took three batches to do a dozen buns, but they toasted very quickly, so it took no time at all.
Then I took the buns in and made up some hot dogs for my daughter and I, leaving the rest wrapped up to stay warm in the oven with the rest of the wieners for my husband and other daughter. It was too dangerous for my husband to come out, even with the walker, and my older daughter was working on commissions for most of last night, so she wasn’t going to be up again for a while yet, so they had theirs indoors.
My hot dogs had cheese on them, so I wrapped ours up in two packages of foil, which we set back over the coals to warm up again and melt the cheese, flipping them part way through. Once they were warm again, we could set the grill just a bit to one side, so we could each grab a hot dog to eat, while the rest could stay warm in the foil near the fire.
We had Sir Robin hanging out with us, very interested in the smells. Even Fancy Pants kept coming around. For a cat that won’t let us touch him, he does enjoy being near us!
Once we were done eating, we just stayed out to enjoy the fire. My daughter tended it while, little by little, I put things away. At one point, I decided to check on the outer yard.
The area I cleared yesterday was downright deadly. I did not get far! In the above pictures, you can see the layer of ice, gleaming in the sun. I was going to check on my brother’s trucks with the solar powered trickle chargers, to make sure the panels were clear, but it was just too slippery. Even going back to the inner yard through the areas I’d cleared, I had to walk on sections with slightly deeper snow, so I could stomp through the ice layer and gain traction under it.
By the time the fire pit was burned down enough, my daughter had been out there for about 3 or 4 hours, and I’d been out for maybe half a hour less.
It was absolutely lovely and, in the end, a really nice way to rest and recharge for the day.
With the crust of ice on everything, I definitely won’t be breaking little Spewie out to do the rest of the driveway. We can get through it, at least, if necessary, but I’m glad I got any driving I needed to do over with, yesterday. I really feel for anyone who had to drive in that freezing rain! I think my brother and SIL are driving their grandson back home this weekend, but I don’t think that province got hit with the freezing rain, so they should be okay.
I just double checked and I was correct. We are still under “moderate” freezing rain warnings, but it’s affecting only our province.
So… that was really fun.
Now I’m going over our stock in my mind, thinking what we could do over the fire, next! I wouldn’t mind trying something like a stew in the Dutch oven, next.
We really enjoy the fire pit and I’m wanting to learn how to do more open fire cooking. Unfortunately, the last couple of summers have seen fire bans and, even without fire bans, it has simply been too windy to safely get a fire going.
So it looks like winter is going to be the time we are most likely able to use the fire pit! It’s been pushed back a few times, but today, I finally got it going.
It also gave me a chance to try using the magnesium rod and striker my husband got for me about a year ago, to light the fire. I started off using inner bark as tinder, but it was from bark that had been gathered over the summer and tucked under the fire pit cover. It would start to sometimes smolder, but was juuuust damp enough that it couldn’t catch and stay caught.
Conveniently, though, I had a tissue in my pocket. Once that caught, the inner bark could also catch, and I soon had a roaring fire.
My daughter was very disappointed that I went out ahead of her and started the fire. She wanted to do that! 😄 We’ll have to do this more often.
Once she came out, I left her to tend the fire and build up a coal bed, using the maple and apple firewood I’ve been setting aside for cooking fires. I went in to get the Dutch oven out and get the roast ready.
This time, I tried lining the Dutch oven with parchment paper, first. Last time, I used aluminum foil. It took two sheets of parchment paper, at right angles to each other, to be able to completely cover the bottom and sides. I oiled the bottom with a rosemary infused olive oil from the set we got for Christmas. I stuck whole cloves are garlic into slits on the fat cap side of the pork roast, salted it, placed it fat cap down into the Dutch oven, then added salt and pepper. Then I put whole red potatoes, quarters of onions and carrots cut in half around it. Last of all, I added a cup of reconstituted vegetable bouillon. Another sheet of parchment paper went over the top, the edges were gathered in, and finally the lid was put on.
In the second picture of the slide show above, you can see the fire still needed to burn down to coals a bit more. The handy thing of doing this in the winter is, we don’t have to worry about keeping things refrigerated. Though freezing might be an issue! 😄
We never completely uncovered the fire bricks on one side – I uncovered three, but the fourth was still hiding under the coals. There was a bit of a wind, so we decided to use the middle of the fire pit, instead. Normally, I would have the Dutch oven’s legs on the fire bricks, with an open space between the bricks directly under it for hot coals, set to one side of the fire pit, while a live fire was kept going on the other side to produce more hot coals, as needed. This time, we put it on hot coals in the middle, added some on the lid, then kept the fire going all around it. This way, we didn’t need to refresh the coals over the hour we left it to roast. We just needed to keep the fire going all around. You can see the set up in the next picture of the slide show.
In the last picture in the slide show, you can see how the food looked when we checked it after an hour. We probably could have taken it out earlier. The burned parchment paper tells me that temperatures inside the Dutch oven reached at least 450F. The meat was thoroughly cooked through!
We set the Dutch over aside on the metal sheet I use to cover the fire pit, stoked up the fire and simply enjoyed the flames for the next while. I didn’t want to be carrying the food in while the cast iron was still really hot. Then, after I brought it in, we both stayed outside to enjoy the fire some more!
We were able to make a good dent in the branch pile in the process. Another reason why we want to get the fire pit going more often. We have a branch pile in easy reach for the fire pit, but it’s getting too big!
While we were out there, we had a lot of cats running through the paths around us, but they disappeared as the snow started getting heavier. After a while, I started to bring our camp chairs and tools inside.
Fluffy is such a beauty. I do wish she would allow us to pet her! Once in a while, I can touch her, but she is more likely to run away.
Yes, we have a Fluffy and a Fluffer. Because I’m just sooooo creative when it comes to naming cats. 😄
So that was the highlight of my day today. Making supper. 😄 It turned out really excellent, too. The potatoes really absorbed the flavours of that vegetable bouillon.
Next time we use the Dutch oven like that, though, I’ll line it with aluminum foil. It was hard to get the charred parchment paper out without dropping bits. 😄
My daughter, however, was suggesting that next time, we do a wiener roast, so I’ll be picking up some hot dog buns and wieners, the next time I’m in town.
Which will be tomorrow. I’ll be going to my mother’s apartment, first, then heading to town to visit her with some stuff she asked for.
Ha! I just checked the forecast. Yes, it’s changed again. They are saying 0C/32F as the high on Monday again (today is Friday), but now they’re saying Tuesday will reach a high of 3C/37F!
Today was expected to be chillier, with the forecasted high covering at, or just below, freezing, depending on what app I looked at and when. The next two days are supposed to be much warmer, and likely the last warm days of the year, so I’m planning activities accordingly.
Since moving out here (I forgot all about our 8 year anniversary here, almost a week ago!), our plans tend to very much revolve around the weather and the seasons!
The day started out with my usual routine, which always starts with tending to the yard cats.
Furriosa looks hilariously furious! Pinky is healing well and seems absolutely indifferent to her surgical site. I supposed her shaved belly must feel at least somewhat cold, but being in the heated isolation shelter is probably enough to make up for that. Especially when she has three kittens to cuddle up in the bed and keep her warm!
We’re going to have to do something about the second bed in the lower level. The litter box has been kicked around, and it is being used – somewhat – but they’re also using the lower level cat bed as a litter box, too! The trick will be to open up the ramp door to reach all that, without letting Pinky escape. The kittens have zero interest in leaving, but there’s still a chance she might. I believe she’s been trying to scramble through the roof. The rigid insulation above where the extension cord comes in is now very torn up!
Things that we’ll need to deal with, during the next few warmer days.
The first unexpected part of the day was an early phone call.
From the Home Care coordinator.
She got a report about my mother yesterday.
My mother had called me last night and, at one point, she started going off on how the home care workers, these “educated people”, didn’t know how to use her microwave. It’s so simple! I’d explained to her that her microwave is so old, none of them would have seen one like it before, and to give them time to learn how she wants things done, now that they are doing meal assists on top of her med assists.
Now I know why it was on her mind.
It turns out that when one of the home care workers went to use the microwave, my mother suddenly said NO! very loudly, grabbed her arm and sort of slammed it on the counter (not sure how that would have worked considering how things are laid out in her kitchen), then did the microwaving herself. The worker told my mother not to touch her like that and my mother did apologize.
Still, this is the sort of thing that could get her home care cancelled outright, and between my siblings and I, none of us are in a position to take over if that happens.
We talked about it for a while. One of the things that is part of the issue is how my mother is having more difficulty finding her words and gets very frustrated and angry. She expects everyone around her to just know what she is trying to say, what she wants, what she means. There’s no excuse for taking it out on people – especially not physically! I explained about my mother not understanding why people don’t know how to use her microwave and how, with her, she leaps to thinking people are stupid for not knowing things she finds obvious. This is not a new thing, by any means, but it is getting worse as her ability to communicate declines.
I assured the coordinator that my siblings and I would have a talk with my mother about it, and extended my apologies.
Then I updated my siblings in our group chat about my mother. I just finished doing that when my younger daughter came over and asked me what my plans were for the day. She and her sister had been talking, and were hoping to be able to go hunt for some energy drinks. More specifically, Monster energy drinks. They’re out of stock or of limited stock lately. We’ve tried other brands and have not been impressed by them.
I really miss Beaver Buzz! No one carries those anymore though, according to their website, places like both grocery stores in town still do. Maybe in other provinces, because I’m not even finding them in the city.
We decided to go into town and see what was available at the grocery store and, if that didn’t work out, we could at least try a gas station. They tend to have the individual cans at much better prices. We left early enough that, after checking the budget, we were able to grab a late breakfast, too.
Once at the grocery store, I picked up a few things as well, taking advantage of the trip, while my daughter did a much larger shop. Including energy drinks. She found 4 packs of Monster, on sale, and got the last three.
That done, we were soon on are way home. I considered stopping at the post office to see if any packages came in, but our timing was off. It was still morning, but they close at 11:30 for 2 1/2 hours, and we were just leaving town as they would have closed. When we got home, I checked tracking and found that yes, we did have two “attempted deliveries” (which means, there’s a card in our mail box). A third item is now in the city, though, which means it’ll show up on Monday morning. I decided to wait until then, since one of the items that came in today is the micro SD memory card to go with the security camera I got to monitor the isolation shelter.
I just realized something else this camera could be used for. We will have to trap the more feral cats and, with the females, we’ll have to do this in the winter, before they go into heat in the spring. The problem is, we aren’t able to monitor a trap and don’t want to risk a cat (or raccoon, or skunk…) freezing to death before we can check the trap. If we have this extra outdoor, solar powered security camera, we can set it up and we should be able to get notifications, and check the live feed.
Hhhmmm… that could work.
But first, it needs to be set up to monitor the isolation shelter, so we can tell when the raccoons are trying to tear their way into it again!
Hopefully, we’ll be able to get that done next week.
As soon as I was able to, I called my mother to have a talk with her. When I brought up that the Home Care coordinator had called me this morning and why, my mother immediately said that she realized she’d done the wrong thing and apologized. From how she described it, the home care worker had her hand on the dial of her microwave (which has a dial for the timer and a start button; that’s it) that my mother had pushed away. That actually makes more sense than what the coordinator described to me on the phone. We talked about it for a while and my mother went off again about how they didn’t know how to do things, like use the microwave. I had to keep repeating that her microwave is nothing like modern ones – and even with modern ones, there’s still a learning curve, because they’re all different. To her, not being able to use her “so simple” microwave means they’re all stupid. It took a while to talk her through that.
Then she started going on about her upcoming MRI. She is clearly working herself up about it and was trying to get out of having it done. She doesn’t need it. There’s no reason for it. It’s so late on a Sunday night…
We already went through this last night, but we went through it again. It’s Home Care that needs it, in paneling her for a nursing home. She had some difficulty separating out that this isn’t about her thinking (cognitive decline), but about her physical brain. I finally said that, if they found a tumor or something, they’d be sending her to a hospital, not a nursing home. Not quite accurate. In the end, she fell back on the “it’s a scam”, and starting talking about how they just want people to die. Especially old people.
I had to distract her from that one but I have to admit, she’s not wrong about that last part. Considering the insane rise in MAiD killings, what was done to seniors during the illegal lockdowns resulting in thousands of deaths, on top of the thousands of people in Canada dying every year on waiting lists for tests and treatment, she’s got a point. Some areas – major cities, mostly – are far worse than others. One thing is for sure. Once she does get admitted into a nursing home like she wants, my siblings and I are doing to have to be on top of everything going on with her treatment. If she gets in to the one in town, where she wants to be, I’ll still be the closest and can check on her, but also, that particular nursing home did very well by my dad and my aunt, so I think she’d be okay there. It’s hard to say, the way things are changing these past few years, though. Especially with our current provincial government.
But I digress.
Towards the end of our conversation, I reiterated with my mother on making sure to treat everyone nicely, and she started telling me how much she loves all the girls, how beautiful they all are (it seems some of the new girls are very pretty) and how nice they dress (one of them wore a shirt with flowers my mother really liked). She said some of them stop to chat with her as well, and she really appreciated that. Lately, she says she hasn’t been going to the common room of her building, as it’s getting so hard for her to move around and she doesn’t even get dressed for the day, so having someone to talk to helps her a lot.
She so needs to be in a care home!!
After talking to my mother, I updated my siblings again, then started to send an email to the home care coordinator to update her as well.
Which is when the phone rang.
It was Home Care.
This time, the scheduler.
They are short staffed and don’t have anyone for my mother’s Monday med assist, at 9:15am.
We’re already doing her two Sunday evening assists ourselves, as my brother and I get her to her MRI.
*sigh*
We’ll see how it goes, but we might be able to just leave her morning meds in her little covered bowl for her before we leave her place on Sunday night. Her morning assist is the longest time slot, though, as they also help her with breakfast, empty her commode, apply the Voltaren to her back and hip and help her get dressed, if she needs it. It’s not just about getting her her medications anymore.
We’ll make that decision when the time comes. For now, though, I’ve got it in my calendar and I’ll be ready to do it, if necessary.
I did let her know about the call I got about my mother from the coordinator. She remembered the report and commented that she doesn’t usually see reports about my mother and figured she was just having an off day. !! I made sure to let her know my mother was very apologetic about it, and the lovely things she said about the ladies at the end of our conversation. Home care workers put up with a lot of crap (sometimes literally), so I wanted to make sure to pass on something good!
That done, I sent my email updating the coordinator. I did remember to mention this time, that my mother has been commenting about how her vision is getting worse. Which means her macular degeneration is getting worse. Normally, I’d be getting her to the specialty clinic in the city for treatment, but she physically can’t make that trip any more. Just getting her in to do the MRI is going to be hard enough on her, and that’s about half the distance away!
All that done, the rest of the day was pretty routine.
When doing the evening cat feeding, I changed things up a bit for the isolation shelter cats. I’ve got some ground pumpkin seeds again, so this time their can of wet cat food got made into a cat soup that included the ground pumpkin. If any of them have worms, that would help, but just be good for them in general.
I have got to remember to order more lysine. We’ve been out for a while.
After feeding the cats (I counted 27 this evening) and doing my evening rounds, I had a while crowd following me. A dozen, to be exact.
Fancypants, in the first picture, won’t let me come near him, but does like to follow me around!
In the next picture of the slide show above, you can see the three of them that were trying to trip me up while I walked!
Once back in the inner yard, I spotted that big tom again. I have seen him all of twice before today.
While in and out of the sun room, I was able to pet one of the little tuxedos. There is one confirmed female that lets me pet her, though she is still nervous about it. When the next two are to be brought in for spays, I think this one is big enough to be an alternative if we can’t get two adult females.
Pinky (last photo) not only allowed me to pet her but, while I was walking around, followed me and meowed for attention. She’s still a bundle of nerves and skittish, but she was purring up a storm and allowing full back pets, and even some neck and ear skritches. If we can keep this up, we should be able to get her into a carrier for spay on the 28th. If not… well, we’ll grab whichever ones we can! We’ll just have to make sure not to put food out until after we’ve got two into carriers.
The outside stuff done, today I decided to use up that bone broth I made recently, it a great big pot of pork stew. Normally, I’d use beef broth in a beef stew, and even looked at beef in the grocery store this morning, but it’s just too expensive. So I just cubed one of the pork roasts we had.
When it came time to add the bone broth, I was very impressed with how thoroughly gelled it was. I even gave it a taste while it was still cold, and wow! Talk about concentrated flavour! It worked really well with the pork, too.
Here we have pork stew with fluffy baking powder dumplings, which get cooked right on top of the stew at the end. Those dumplings are one of our favourite things about making a stew! I got the recipe from an old Whole Foods for the Whole Family cookbook, from La Leche League – the 1981 edition – that I hung on to. I got it used and kept it for about 30 years. Then had to throw it out because a cat peed all over it when it was left open on a table. *sigh* I know I wrote the recipe down somewhere in an old blog post, but on an old blog that I can’t even log into anymore (thanks, Google). I think. Still can’t find it, so I went by memory. Seems to be very close! I’ve tried looking online, but all the baking powder dumpling recipes I’m finding seem different.
So I’ll write it down here, so I can find it again, when needed!
Fluffy Dumplings
2 cups flour 2 tsp baking powder about a 1/4 tsp salt (optional: dried parsley flakes) 1 egg, beaten water
Mix the dry ingredients. Once the soup or stew is done and still simmering, add the beaten egg to the dry ingredients with enough water to make a very sticky dough. More like a very thick batter. Drop by spoonful’s onto the top of the soup or stew. Cover and leave to simmer for 10 minutes. No peeking!
One of the things I can’t remember is if the original recipe used one or two eggs. Also, was it 1 tsp or 2 tsp of baking powder? Whatever the original was, this version here cooks and tastes very much the same as I remember. Delicious.
I also remembered to get a picture of the bone broth I made, before tucking it into the fridge.
I started off by roasting the meaty bones, lightly drizzled with avocado oil (it was handy) and sprinkled with salt. Those went into the slow cooker with chunks of onion, celery, carrots and ginger, plus salt and pepper. The slow cooker was set on high for 1 hour, then on low for 8 hours.
Then it sat on “warm” for quite a while, as I wasn’t able to get to it right away. Once that was shut off, I allowed it to cool before trying to take the big pieces out. I have a large slow cooker, so it took quite a long time to cool down to a temperature that wasn’t dangerously hot. I am losing my grip strength as I get older, and I didn’t want to risk burning myself if I dropped something.
I took out as much as I could with tongs, first. The meat had fallen off the bones, and that got separated out (and became a snack, later on). Then I set up a stock pot on the stove and strained the liquid through a fine mesh sieve into the pot. All the strained out solids got tossed.
At this point, I would estimate there was a little over a gallon – maybe 5 litres – of broth. I then started reducing it, which took a few hours.
I considered reducing it to the point where I could set it in the oven for a final dehydration, which would have given me “portable soup”.
In the end, I decided against it, because I had the other ingredients added with the bones. Though, according to the video, the “keep warm” setting on my oven can’t go low enough to dehydrate it properly.
By the time I decided it was reduced enough, what was left fit into two 750ml jars. These were meant to go into the fridge to use right away, rather than being canned, so I just used regular lids, not canning lids, loosely added until they cooled down completely.
I’d say there’s roughly 5 cups of broth and maybe 3/4 cup of fat on the top between the two jars. The fat can be used for any high heat cooking. Since the broth was reduced so much, we now have a concentrated broth where just a little will go a long way.
Now I’m trying to think of what I want to make with it, first!
Usually, her eyes are blood red. I think this is the first time I’ve seen them looking black.
Those are her back feet, of course. That box up by the ceiling is a favourite perch.
I can’t say I got a lot accomplished today. Certainly not outside. I at least got a dump run in. They have a different attendant now. A guy in a high viz vest and a clip board, even. I hope the older woman that needed a cane that used to be the attendant is okay.
After showing him the card that we have to prove we actually live in the municipality, and aren’t coming in from some other one where you have to pay to drop off your garbage and recycling, he asked what was being dropped off. When I told him it was just household garbage and recycling, he told me I might not be able to get the recycling in. The bins were really full, so it would have to go into the pit.
The bin for glass was overflowing, so our glass went into the pit, along with one of our bags of recyclables. I could only get two into a bin.
I’d hoped to get some stuff done outside, as we were supposed to hit 2C/36F today. Which we did, but the wind chill was significantly colder. As I write this, we’ve dropped to -1C/30F, and the wind chill is -12C/10F.
I did get some progress inside, at least. I got home so late from my mother’s yesterday that I didn’t start the beef broth I had meant to. I got that done started today. The meaty bones got roasted first, and then into the slow cooker they went, with onions, garlic, carrot, celery, ginger, apple cider vinegar, salt and pepper. And water, of course. That was left on high for an hour, and now it’s running on low for 8 hours, and there’s still another 4 or 5 hours to go.
While the bones were roasting, I took out the last of our peppers from the garden. The Sweetie Snack Mix peppers that I picked while still green took a while to ripen indoors. Some of them just withered, instead. We ended up with red, yellow, light orange and dark orange peppers. There was just enough to cover a parchment lined baking sheet with strips. After the bones were removed from the oven and into the crock pot, the pepper strips went into the partially cooled oven. They’re now dehydrating on the “warm” setting, at 150F/66C (our oven is the only thing we do at Fahrenheit instead of Celsius). Those will probably just end up as a snack for the girls, still warm from the oven, once they are fully dried.
That’s pretty much it for my accomplishments today. Tomorrow, at least, the winds are supposed to die down, so I might get to the things I hoped to get done today.
Good grief. It’s pitch black out and feels like it should be nearing midnight. Instead, it’s not even 6:30, yet!
I think I’m still in recovery mode from spending so much time with my mother, yesterday. I still feel totally drained!
This morning I collected our largest harvest yet, for this year!
I had some help, too.
When I prepared to transplant the melons, I set up a trellis for them using Dollarama steel fence posts and welded wire mesh salvaged from the old squash tunnel from years ago. When the Spoon tomatoes were planted in the other half of the bed, I use bamboo stakes to make them their own trellis.
Well, with the melons barely growing at all, they’re not going to need the trellis. So, with my daughter’s help, we pulled the posts, with the wire still on them, and moved them over to the corn and Arikara squash bed. It’s loosely set up for now, but the 4′ square bed will get a wire fence around it – the mesh is just long enough! – to hopefully keep the raccoons from getting into the corn, when the cobs are ready. I’ll probably have to put some sort of cover over it, too, or they’ll just climb up and over.
The corn bed has plastic netting around it. Hopefully, they will be dissuaded from the corn rather than tearing their way through.
After moving the melon trellis away, the Spoon tomatoes can now be reached from both sides, so my daughter helped me pick tomatoes on one side, while I did the other.
I’m glad I remembered to bring a separate container for the Spoon tomatoes!
There was also a whole two Royal Burgundy beans to pick, from the three surviving plants. I did pick a small handful of yellow bush beans last night, though, so there was enough to actually use. While checking last night, I noticed some ripening Sub Arctic Plenty tomatoes and this morning, one was ready to grab.
After that, I dug up some potatoes, then winter sown carrots from the high raised bed.
In the next image in the slide show above, you can see a very wonky potato!
That was from roots.
These potatoes were picked from about the middle of the bed, so at least twenty feet away from the trees. My garden fork was digging up more roots than potatoes.
Those trees have got to go.
Then I remembered we have herbs and stuff, so I went to the old kitchen garden, where I gathers some lemon thyme, lemon balm and oregano. In the winter sown bed, I grabbed a few Swiss Chard leaves. I even grabbed some bulbils from the walking onions, since we don’t want them to spread any further.
Once inside, the longest time was spent getting all those little green bits of stem off all those Spoon tomatoes! I also set aside some of the ripest looking ones to collect seeds from, later. Their seeds are so tiny, I’ll have to consider how best to do that!
In the last photo – which looked much better and in focus on my phone, I swear! – it what I made with it. There’s still potatoes and Spoon tomatoes left, plus the one Sub Arctic Plenty tomato, but I used up all the carrots, julienned, a handful of bush beans cut small, the onion bulbils and a whole head of garlic. We still have fresh garlic left of the ones that were too far along for curing and winter storage. Then there was the chard and herbs.
When I went into town to get kibble yesterday, I also picked up some chicken legs and thighs that were on sale, which my older daughter prepared last night, so breakfast (brunch?) was the vegetables gathered this morning, plus oven roasted chicken legs.
The Re-Farmer 