Taking a short break for a mid-day Sunday recap
Processed market applications and payments, plus did the books from yesterday’s first outdoor market (what a fantastic turnout!).
Walked for an hour with Bowie.
Transplanted a bunch of Comfrey and Bergamot from the beds near the house/driveway to the outside fence row around the big garden bed.
Harvested stinging nettles and young green garlic to make nettle ravioli with nettle pasta dough for supper. Realizing I don’t really want to be inside cooking, however. Oops.
Transplanted half of the nettles from the driveway edge (what a dumbass spot to plant a stinging plant that spreads like wildfire) to a nice dappled sun spot in the wooded area on the north side of the house.
Boiled the nettles just in case I get my cooking mojo.
Pondered how to dig holes big enough to transplant a bunch of Hostas around the base of the big Buckeye at the foot of the drive to try to make things look a little more intentional around here. Man, it’s hard to dig around tree roots. Might need to build up a raised bed around it instead. Or just forget it entirely.
Sunday slow start
Chris and Lila got up at 7:00, but in a tiptoes and whispers way that let me know I could stay in bed. I dozed, then read for a half hour, enjoying the silence in the neighborhood – no leaf blowers, lawn mowers, nail guns, or earth moving equipment eternally beep beep beeping. When I came down for coffee and to do a bit of writing, I found them snuggled under a blanket on the couch watching The Creature From The Black Lagoon and eating cereal.
The rush of the day waits on the other side of the curtains still closed to the morning light, and I know already that there won’t be enough hours in this day to capture all of the quiet I need, or to accomplish the tasks I must. I’ll be gone for four hours for the art and yoga class right smack in the most productive part of the day.
Will the lawn get mowed? It must before it becomes a pasture. Will the garden get put to bed, and the rest of the garlic planted? It must before it snows. Will all of the extra furniture and piles of stuff get relocated to upstairs, the basement, the porch, or the barn? They must before the guys come to install our new wide-plank laminate cherry flooring in the entire downstairs. Will the mural, market, and EBT budgets get completed? They must before the board meeting next week.
So this should be an interesting next few days. I intend to do what I can and let the rest go because I know the list is impossible to achieve easily on top of everything else the normal day requires. We will do our best and then we will rest.
Exhausted. Happily, so
in spite of the fact that the day started off with Chris and Lila’s discovery that the chicken tractor was breached in the night and three of the six hens were dead and the other three injured. Effing raccoons are such wasteful bastards. Perfectly delicious chicken and all they do is tear the throats out and leave them to die. Raccoons are the Early Grayce of the four-footed world. Fuckers.
So after cleanup and tractor shoring up, I made the kitchen my bitch.
Things accomplished in my kitchen today:
- two quarts of Korean kimchee now doing their lacto-fermentation thing on the counter.
- decanted the ginger kombucha and started a new batch.
- a pint jar of preserved Meyer lemon quarters (preserved in kosher salt and their own juice), plus a half pint of Meyer lemon juice for the fridge, and a quart of Meyer lemon infused vodka. Two bags of the lemons for $3 at Kreiger’s market. I might need to go back for more of those tomorrow.
- portabello mushrooms sliced, marinated in olive oil, tamari, and balsamic vinegar now dehydrating - just enough to make them taste like they’ve been lightly sautéed, but they still have nutrients intact.
- two sheets of a raw flat bread dehydrating. I’m really excited about this one because I made it up out of my own imagination. It has ground raw almonds, flax meal, toasted sesame seeds, carrot, zucchini, celery, orange bell pepper, parsley, and scallions - all held together with a few Madjool dates, dried currents, olive oil, and tamari that was blended high speed. I will have sandwiches for work this week and they won’t make me itchy and swollen and stabby.
- five sheets of fruit leather dehydrating. Yes, I have a nine-tray dehydrator! Oh, how I love this thing, except for the high-level white noise it creates. The fruit leather is organic pink lady apples, organic kale, and blueberries from my brother in-law’s BB patch with a bit of lemon juice and local maple syrup. Lila will never even notice the kale! I’m such a sneaky mama.
- a batch of peanut butter-oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies made with some almond meal swapped out for some of the flour, and toasted sesame seeds. Good gravy, these cookies smell so good, but they have wheat flour, so they’ll just be for the kids.
- shrimp and scallop posole for dinner, topped with fresh avacado and cilantro, with a scrumptious green salad on the side. Lila is currently bitching about being forced to eat the salad, but you know? Who the hell doesn’t like SALAD?! Besides, there are amazing homemade cookies on the other side of that salad, so whatever, kid. Suck it up.
- four loads of laundry.
- five phone calls with family folk.
What I did not accomplish:
- taking down the Christmas tree. Mauddammit.
Best use of leftover Christmas brisket achievement unlocked in my kitchen this morning.
Christmas Roast Hash
2 cups finely chopped leftover beef
3 potatoes, peeled and diced
1 onion, diced
1 celery stalk, finely chopped
1/2 yellow bell pepper, diced
1 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp dried thyme
salt if your roast wasn’t done with a dry rub (mine was, so already v salty)
2/3 cup beef stock or leftover au jus
Preheat oven to 375º. Toss all ingredients well in a bowl, then pour into greased cookie sheet with sides or low-sided roasting pan. Cover with tin foil and bake for 45 minutes. Uncover and broil until all top edges are crispy and most of the liquid is absorbed. Serve hot with 2 poached eggs on top, and toast on the side (otherwise you’ll end up licking your plate like a pre-teen).
No photo because it wasn’t exactly pretty, but Lord love a duck, was it delicious.
Karma’s a bitch
Chris was making some hillbilly garage sale shelf racks presentable enough to put on the wall above my desk this afternoon. He took them to the paint booth at work and came back about four hours later, walked to my desk, held them up against the wall, walked back out the door, got in the truck, and disappeared. He came back a couple of hours later, said hi, that smells good (ratatouille), then disappeared. Came back a half hour later to refill his wine glass from the box, and when I asked him where he was going said, I’m hanging out next door with our hot neighbors.
“Oh, so never mind about the shelves?” (and never mind about me hanging out in here with a kid who has a fever but is in denial about said fever).
“I’ll DO THEM. Jeeeeeeeeeeze.”
About an hour later, he comes back in. I’m still working in the kitchen. This time stirring the squash seeds (Delicata, Kuri, and Acorn) in the cast iron skillet with butter, EVOO, sea salt, pepper, garlic, chili, & onion powder. Oh, and making fucking crepes. Do you mind.
“Do you mind if I go out with Joe (the hot neighbor) and Zeb?”
And you know, of course I don’t mind. I mean, I mind a little only because I want to go out with Hot Neighbor Joe. So I don’t mind.
But I also don’t mind letting the teenager and his lovely girlfriend eat dinner in his bedroom even though it’s against the rules.
(See: dining room table covered in my piles of crap.)
(See: finna keep working on that fiction if fever girl takes another nap.)
Do. I. Mind.