We don't eat many sweets around here at Third Day Farms. As part of our "80/20 rule" (as discussed in this post), we avoid purchasing sweets or making treats at home on a regular basis, since they are so prevalent when we are out of the house. This way, I can allow my children (and myself!) to indulge in sweets when we are out and about, such as going out for ice cream, going to a birthday party, visiting a friend or even going to church (punch and cookies, anyone?!?). I'm a big proponent of the "everything in moderation" idea and avoiding treats at home is the only way for us to truly eat them in moderation.
But.... every once in a while we get a hankering for something sweet at home. While these cookies are certainly not "health food", most homemade cookies are a step up from store-bought cookies, as they don't contain preservatives or unpronounceable ingredients.
These almond butter cookies are delicious and just so happen to be gluten-free, for those of you who are avoiding grains. Enjoy!
Almond Butter Chocolate Chip/Chunk Cookies
- 1 cup almond butter
-3/4 cup sucanant (dried sugar cane) or brown sugar or organic sugar (not white sugar)
-1 large egg
-1/2 tsp baking soda
-1/4 tsp sea salt
-3 oz. chocolate chips or dark chocolate bar broken into chunks (about a handful)
-parchment paper
-baking stone (not required, but handy)
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. If you have a baking stone, put that in the oven now.
2. Combine the first 5 ingredients. Stir in chocolate chips/chunks.
3. Drop onto parchment paper. If using the baking stone, use a cookie sheet to slide the cookies on the parchment onto the hot baking stone. Otherwise, simply bake the cookies on parchment on a cookie sheet.
4. Bake for 10-12 minutes or until they look browned on the top.
5. Let cool for about 5-10 minutes before serving.
*Makes about 20-24 cookies.
*I have not tried this recipe using peanut butter, but I don't see why you couldn't try it!
Our adventures (and misadventures) as we journey towards a simple and self-reliant life.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
A Good Egg
Everything old is new again. Apparently, chickens are the latest and greatest thing . Seems like everywhere you turn, people are getting chickens. City folk, country folk, it doesn't matter. Chickens are hot!
Which makes one wonder, why DOES everyone want chickens? I can't answer for everyone, but I'm guessing for many folks (like myself), it's a bit of a political statement, declaring our frustration and disgust with the way industrial agriculture treats animals (and people). In a world where things seem to be spinning wildly out of control, it's comforting to know that you can control one aspect of your food, even if it's just a few eggs a week. Or maybe it's because we're confused and frustrated by all the choices (or lack of choices) when it come to buying eggs. Whatever the reason, folks are flocking to chickens (pun intended).
We got our first batch of chickens last spring and have been getting a steady supply of eggs for about a year. This sounds silly, but I am still excited and amazed every time I walk to the coop and find eggs. Whenever I know we'll be having a family with small children visiting, I like to leave the eggs in the coop and let the kids "find" the eggs. It delights me to see their eyes grow wide with wonder. "Can I hold one?", they all ask. I always let them (and have lost many an egg as a result, but it's worth it!), delighted to watch their little faces light up with joy.
Which makes one wonder, why DOES everyone want chickens? I can't answer for everyone, but I'm guessing for many folks (like myself), it's a bit of a political statement, declaring our frustration and disgust with the way industrial agriculture treats animals (and people). In a world where things seem to be spinning wildly out of control, it's comforting to know that you can control one aspect of your food, even if it's just a few eggs a week. Or maybe it's because we're confused and frustrated by all the choices (or lack of choices) when it come to buying eggs. Whatever the reason, folks are flocking to chickens (pun intended).
Delicious pastured eggs
We got our first batch of chickens last spring and have been getting a steady supply of eggs for about a year. This sounds silly, but I am still excited and amazed every time I walk to the coop and find eggs. Whenever I know we'll be having a family with small children visiting, I like to leave the eggs in the coop and let the kids "find" the eggs. It delights me to see their eyes grow wide with wonder. "Can I hold one?", they all ask. I always let them (and have lost many an egg as a result, but it's worth it!), delighted to watch their little faces light up with joy.
Our very first egg, courtesy of our beloved Cheryl. My friend Lindsey just happened to be visiting that morning and was able to take this photo!
When people come to visit us on the farm, we field lots of questions about chickens and egg laying. People feel dumb asking the questions, but really how WOULD you know this stuff, unless you had chickens of your own? While I'm no expert and have much to learn, I can answer some of the questions, such as:
I see that your chickens are roaming around the yard. Aren't you worried that they will run away? No, chickens rarely wander more than about 300 yards away from their home (coop). Each night, they will come back to the coop to roost and sleep, so even if they roam far and wide during the day, you can rest assured that they will come home. Chickens will "put themselves to bed" at dusk, so all we have to do is shut door to the coop each night to keep our predators. In the morning, we release them.
How often do they lay eggs? Most chickens, at their peak, will lay about 5-6 eggs a week. It takes about 25-26 hours for a new egg to form, so each day she will lay the egg later and later. Chickens rarely lay after 3pm, so she may skip a day to get back on track. As chickens age, they lay eggs more infrequently. They can continue to lay for 5-6 years (and can live for over 10 years!), but most people sell them or butcher them after 2-3 years, once the hen is costing more to feed than she is worth. Older laying hens are said to be delicious to eat - they are generally cooked slowly and the meat used as stew or soup meat, not as a roasting chicken (meat chickens are usually butchered when they are only a few months old).
How often do they lay eggs? Most chickens, at their peak, will lay about 5-6 eggs a week. It takes about 25-26 hours for a new egg to form, so each day she will lay the egg later and later. Chickens rarely lay after 3pm, so she may skip a day to get back on track. As chickens age, they lay eggs more infrequently. They can continue to lay for 5-6 years (and can live for over 10 years!), but most people sell them or butcher them after 2-3 years, once the hen is costing more to feed than she is worth. Older laying hens are said to be delicious to eat - they are generally cooked slowly and the meat used as stew or soup meat, not as a roasting chicken (meat chickens are usually butchered when they are only a few months old).
Why do they lay eggs almost every day? Chickens are related to the turkey, prairie hen, grouse, partridge, pheasant, guinea hen, etc. Like these birds, they used to only lay eggs around breeding season. After they were domesticated, selective breeding altered a hormone receptor and the chicken no longer laid eggs according to a day length pattern. Now they lay year round (mostly - they usually slow down or stop laying in the winter, since there is not much daylight, but you can keep them laying regularly by installing a light bulb with a timer in the coop so they get enough light).
Do you have to have a rooster to get eggs? Nope! This is the question I am most often asked. I like to point out that a female mammal ovulates regularly as well, whether or not she has a mate. There really is no reason to keep a rooster, unless you would like to try raising your own chicks at home. Most people avoid roosters because they are loud and can be aggressive (our own rooster was turned into soup after he attacked my 3 year old daughter). It is a myth that roosters only crow in the morning. They crow ALL. DAY. LONG. And sometimes at 3am. Seriously.
Where do the eggs come from - do they just pop out of their butt, or what? Well, not exactly. True, chickens do not have a separate urethra and rectum like mammals do. Most birds have something called a cloaca, or as I call it, the multitasking hole. Birds don't pee and poop separately - everything is combined and expelled from the cloaca. The cloaca is also used to breeding purposes. However, the egg does not come directly from the cloaca (so no, egg doesn't come out her poop hole). Her oviduct and vagina run parallel to the intestines/cloaca. When she pushes to lay the egg, her vagina actually pushes out of the cloaca (prolapses), effectively sealing off the cloaca, so the egg never comes into contact with the poop. Too much detail? Sorry. But inquiring minds want to know!
Do you have to keep eggs in the fridge? No. When the egg is pushed through the vagina, it is coated with something called bloom, which protects the porous shell from bacteria. I have actually witnessed my hens laying and the egg comes out wet, covered with the bloom and dries in almost 15 seconds. It is important to keep this protective layer on the egg. If an egg happens to get dirty and I have to wash it (spot clean with a wet rag), I make sure to refrigerate that egg, since it no longer is protected from bacteria. However, if the eggs are clean, it is perfectly fine to store the eggs at room temperature for about a week. I rarely put mine in the fridge, but seeing as how we Americans are overly concerned with food safety (at least in my opinion), I usually refrigerate the eggs that we sell. If you buy eggs from the supermarket, they are most certainly washed.
How long do eggs last? A loooooong time. We store our eggs on the counter and write the date on each egg, so we know how old they are. They never sit around for more than a few days. If you refrigerate the eggs, they can last for weeks. In fact, most of the eggs you buy at the grocery store are at least a week old, sometimes 2 weeks old. One way to test an egg for freshness is to fill a bowl with water and gently drop the egg into the water. A new egg will sink. Old eggs float because the membrane is starting to separate from the shell and it creates an air pocket (hence the floating egg). If you are making hard boiled eggs, older eggs are preferred because the membrane separating from the shell makes the eggs easier to peel.
Is there really a difference between industrial eggs vs. pastured eggs (as in, is it really worth paying more)? Yes, there is a difference. Chickens in industrial settings are raised in huge barns and generally confined to a small wire cage almost their entire lives (which does not allow them to scratch or peck, the two main things God designed then to do). These birds never see the light of day until they are packed in crates to be shipped to the slaughter house. The living conditions for these creatures are dismal at best. They are fed a "balanced" feed ration, which consists of mostly GMO corn, GMO soy and a mysterious protein source (I've been told the protein comes the remains of dead baby chickens and chicken feathers - who knows exactly what it is... feed companies don't have to disclose all their ingredients).
In contrast, pastured (sometimes also called "free range") hens live outdoors on the grass (this is important - some "farm fresh eggs" come from chickens that live outdoors, but are confined to a small patch of dirt or concrete... in my mind, this is not much different from industrial eggs, unless the chickens are also offered grass clippings, kitchen scraps, etc in addition to their ration.). Most pastured chickens also receive a ration of food each day, but they are allowed to roam around and eat grass, weeds, seeds, bugs and worms (chickens are omnivores, not herbivores). Eggs from pastured chickens look different - their yolks are bright yellowish-orange, instead of the pale yellow yolk of industrial eggs. Our scrambled eggs are often orange, not yellow! Pastured eggs are much more flavorful (you might not be able to go back to supermarket eggs once you taste pastured eggs), the yolks are firmer (they stand up like ping pong balls in the frying pan) and tests have shown that pastured eggs contain a significantly higher vitamin content and increased Omega-3 fatty acids, as do all pastured foods (beef, pork, chicken, eggs, etc).
Is is worth paying more for these eggs? You'll have to decide for yourself. My opinion is, yes, they are worth the extra money - pastured eggs are better for chickens and humans alike. Admittedly, pastured eggs are harder to find... you usually can't find them in a supermarket. Try health food stores, specialty stores, farm markets, food co-ops, Craigslist... or drive around in the country and look for signs in front of farms. Ask around - you never know who might have eggs for sale. Or get your own chickens :)
I'm confused about all the labels I see on eggs at the grocery store - Omega-3 Enriched, Cage Free, Vegetarian Fed, Organic, Etc. What do these labels really mean and are those eggs worth the extra money? Ah yes... it's enough to make your head spin, isn't it? Ok, here is the lowdown on the labels.
Omega-3 Enriched: These chickens are fed a GMO ration that has extra Omega- 3 fatty acids. This label has nothing to do with treatment of the chickens. They are probably still confined in those wire cages.
Cage Free: Chickens are allowed to roam freely in barn. They do not have access to outdoors. They are fed a GMO ration.
Vegetarian Fed: Hens are fed a GMO ration that does not include any animal proteins (no animal fats, dead baby chickens, feathers, etc.) While this sounds nice, remember that chickens are are omnivores (meat and plant eating), so restricting them to a vegetarian diet may not be best for them. These are most likely caged chickens.
Free Range: This one is tricky... farmers are allowed to label their eggs as "free range" if they offer access to the outdoors, even if they only keep the door open for a hour a day. Often, the access door is a tiny opening into a small dirt run, that will provide no nourishment to the chickens. With thousands of chickens roaming in the barn, it's unlikely that many (if any) chickens actually venture into the run. These chickens are also fed a GMO ration. The only way to know the truth about "free range" eggs is to call the supplier or ask to visit the farm (and they probably won't let you visit because of health and sanitation reasons). Be aware, "Free Range" does not always mean "Pastured".
Organic: This simply means the hens are fed an organic, non-GMO ration. It does not indicate that they are cage-free or free range.
Are any of these options worth the extra money? To be honest, I think many of these labels are misleading (notice how many of them have pleasant sounding names like "green meadows" or have pastoral photos of chickens on pature on the label - lies, lies, lies) and not worth the extra cash. However, some are a step up from conventional industrial eggs. If you are trying to avoid GMOs, then Organic is the way to go. If you are concerned about the treatment of the hens, then Cage Free or Free Range would probably be your best choice. Of course, the ideal choice that benefits the hens and humans the most would be Pastured Organic, but those eggs are rarely sold in a supermarket. There are very few, if any, large scale egg operations that offer Pastured Organic eggs. They usually only come from small, local farms (like us!), so you need to do your homework to seek out a source for these eggs. What it comes down to is, as with all your food, you simply cannot trust food corperations - they have a whole bag of tricks to mislead and decieve you. You HAVE to do your own research.
Is there really a difference between industrial eggs vs. pastured eggs (as in, is it really worth paying more)? Yes, there is a difference. Chickens in industrial settings are raised in huge barns and generally confined to a small wire cage almost their entire lives (which does not allow them to scratch or peck, the two main things God designed then to do). These birds never see the light of day until they are packed in crates to be shipped to the slaughter house. The living conditions for these creatures are dismal at best. They are fed a "balanced" feed ration, which consists of mostly GMO corn, GMO soy and a mysterious protein source (I've been told the protein comes the remains of dead baby chickens and chicken feathers - who knows exactly what it is... feed companies don't have to disclose all their ingredients).
In contrast, pastured (sometimes also called "free range") hens live outdoors on the grass (this is important - some "farm fresh eggs" come from chickens that live outdoors, but are confined to a small patch of dirt or concrete... in my mind, this is not much different from industrial eggs, unless the chickens are also offered grass clippings, kitchen scraps, etc in addition to their ration.). Most pastured chickens also receive a ration of food each day, but they are allowed to roam around and eat grass, weeds, seeds, bugs and worms (chickens are omnivores, not herbivores). Eggs from pastured chickens look different - their yolks are bright yellowish-orange, instead of the pale yellow yolk of industrial eggs. Our scrambled eggs are often orange, not yellow! Pastured eggs are much more flavorful (you might not be able to go back to supermarket eggs once you taste pastured eggs), the yolks are firmer (they stand up like ping pong balls in the frying pan) and tests have shown that pastured eggs contain a significantly higher vitamin content and increased Omega-3 fatty acids, as do all pastured foods (beef, pork, chicken, eggs, etc).
Is is worth paying more for these eggs? You'll have to decide for yourself. My opinion is, yes, they are worth the extra money - pastured eggs are better for chickens and humans alike. Admittedly, pastured eggs are harder to find... you usually can't find them in a supermarket. Try health food stores, specialty stores, farm markets, food co-ops, Craigslist... or drive around in the country and look for signs in front of farms. Ask around - you never know who might have eggs for sale. Or get your own chickens :)
I'm confused about all the labels I see on eggs at the grocery store - Omega-3 Enriched, Cage Free, Vegetarian Fed, Organic, Etc. What do these labels really mean and are those eggs worth the extra money? Ah yes... it's enough to make your head spin, isn't it? Ok, here is the lowdown on the labels.
Omega-3 Enriched: These chickens are fed a GMO ration that has extra Omega- 3 fatty acids. This label has nothing to do with treatment of the chickens. They are probably still confined in those wire cages.
Cage Free: Chickens are allowed to roam freely in barn. They do not have access to outdoors. They are fed a GMO ration.
Vegetarian Fed: Hens are fed a GMO ration that does not include any animal proteins (no animal fats, dead baby chickens, feathers, etc.) While this sounds nice, remember that chickens are are omnivores (meat and plant eating), so restricting them to a vegetarian diet may not be best for them. These are most likely caged chickens.
Free Range: This one is tricky... farmers are allowed to label their eggs as "free range" if they offer access to the outdoors, even if they only keep the door open for a hour a day. Often, the access door is a tiny opening into a small dirt run, that will provide no nourishment to the chickens. With thousands of chickens roaming in the barn, it's unlikely that many (if any) chickens actually venture into the run. These chickens are also fed a GMO ration. The only way to know the truth about "free range" eggs is to call the supplier or ask to visit the farm (and they probably won't let you visit because of health and sanitation reasons). Be aware, "Free Range" does not always mean "Pastured".
Organic: This simply means the hens are fed an organic, non-GMO ration. It does not indicate that they are cage-free or free range.
Are any of these options worth the extra money? To be honest, I think many of these labels are misleading (notice how many of them have pleasant sounding names like "green meadows" or have pastoral photos of chickens on pature on the label - lies, lies, lies) and not worth the extra cash. However, some are a step up from conventional industrial eggs. If you are trying to avoid GMOs, then Organic is the way to go. If you are concerned about the treatment of the hens, then Cage Free or Free Range would probably be your best choice. Of course, the ideal choice that benefits the hens and humans the most would be Pastured Organic, but those eggs are rarely sold in a supermarket. There are very few, if any, large scale egg operations that offer Pastured Organic eggs. They usually only come from small, local farms (like us!), so you need to do your homework to seek out a source for these eggs. What it comes down to is, as with all your food, you simply cannot trust food corperations - they have a whole bag of tricks to mislead and decieve you. You HAVE to do your own research.
Currently, we have 18 laying hens that are pastured and supplemented with Organic feed. Our 8 ladies from last year are almost 18 months old and will soon be entering into a molt, which means they will shed their old feathers and grow new ones. I suspect some have already entered into this phase, as their egg production has taken a nose dive recently. Growing new feathers is hard work, so the hens put their energy into feathers instead of eggs. Thankfully, our new batch of 10 hens we raised this spring are starting to lay, so we'll still have eggs for breakfast. Chickens start to lay when they are about 5-6 months old.
Sometimes we get some "double-yolked" eggs. You can usually tell which ones they are because they are freakishly big! These are the equivalent to having twins. I have yet to see a "triple yolker"...
"One of these things is not like the other..."
I'm often asked if all the chickens have names and if I can tell them apart. Yes and no... Some of the ladies have very distinctive personalities and I care deeply for them, while others are just nameless creatures roaming around. A few of them have names, such as Crooked Beak, Flopsy, Gladys, Ethel, Lucille, Phylis and Cheryl. Cheryl is our favorite chicken. She is outgoing, friendly and constantly amuses us. Silly Cheryl has been known to sit in our laps, hop in visitor's cars, ride on the lawn mower with me and I even found her chillin' in my kitchen a few times (not sure how she managed to get inside). She is the one who will come running and allow small children to pet her. I will be sad to see her go. The farmer in me says she needs to be butchered next year, but she has almost been elevated to "pet status" and I could be easily convinced to let her live out her life as a pet chicken, instead of a laying hen. We'll see...
Cheryl, our ISA Brown. Isn't she beautiful?!?
And..... now you know everything you wanted to know about chickens, but were too embarrassed to ask! Any more questions???
P.S. I just had to add this last photo. My friend Lindsey took this photo a few weeks ago of my son with our chicken Phylis. So precious!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Progress
When John and I were searching for our new home that would be Third Day Farms, we spent a few years looking at properties (I tell you, it's handy having a realtor husband when you are looking to buy a house!). Just when we were staring to think we would never find "the perfect home", our current home came on the market. Neither John or I wanted to get our hopes up, since our old home still had not sold, but we both wanted this place. Bad.
As I mentioned in my first blog post, I had admired this home for years and dreamed of living in it. When this house first went on the market, I scarcely dared to even consider that we could buy it - I would be crushed if the dream didn't come true. Eventually, we finally went to look at the house and what we discovered was that despite the house being a far cry from our "dream home", it still felt like the right fit for us. Let me tell you, after looking at so many houses, you start to get a "feel" for houses, a sense of their history. Some homes left us with the heebie jeebies, some were depressing, some simply felt uninviting. Our home, on the other hand, felt happy. Content. Warm, filled with love and goodness. And it still feels that way to me. After learning more about the previous owners (our home was sold as an estate), we learned that they were kind, respected folk, well loved in the community. No wonder this place feels so whole.
However, as I said, the house is less than dreamy- it's at least 120 -130 years old and is a bit ramshackle, as rooms were added on over the years (there is no record of when the original structure was built, but we found newspapers in the walls dating back to 1888). In fact, the son in charge of the estate later told us he was sure someone would buy the property, bulldoze the house and build a new home. What a shame that would be! These old homes are living, breathing beings. If walls could speak.... how many people were born in this home? How many people died here? I often wonder about these things...
Our goal for this home is to update it, but still be true to the essence of the home. So far, we have only tackled the upstairs/kid's rooms. We've salvaged and restored as much as possible. It seems silly to me to totally gut an old home and try to make it look "new". I love that this house has history, that the floors are rubbed thin in places by years of foot traffic. I love that our floors slope and dip.
Over the summer, we have slowly been working on a mini kitchen remodel. We don't have the time or cash to do a full remodel, but the carpet in the kitchen HAD to go! Once the floor was done, then we could install an island with a dishwasher. When we moved in, I thought I would be ok living without a dishwasher. It's just dishes. How hard could that be? Harder than I thought! With all the baking, cooking and preserving we do around here, I was averaging 2-3 hours a day JUST washing dishing. I couldn't handle it anymore!
Here is a look at our kitchen before we moved in:
Pros: Large! PLENTY of cupboard space! A pantry! A window facing west for nice breezes!
Cons: Carpet. Yucky counters/back splash. Cupboards are not so great, but since they are custom built (a.k.a. they are built for the existing space, since nothing is square or level in old homes) we can't really replace them. Hardware is too retro for my taste. No dishwasher.
We have a vision for this kitchen and someday it will be stunning. I promise. But in the meantime, we're concentrating on flooring and a dishwasher, our highest priorities. Everything else will have to wait.
When John ripped up the carpet, we found 2-3 layers of ancient linoleum underneath. We suspected that a nice wood floor was hiding under that linoleum, but there is only one way to find out -rip out the linoleum! Unfortunately, lurking under the linoleum was a thick layer of adhesive that had to be hand scraped off the wood. Every. Single. Inch.
After the adhesive was removed, John rented a floor sander to smooth the surface and remove the stains the adhesive had left.
This past week, John built me an island to go in the center of the kitchen and installed a dishwasher. I am in a state of utter and complete bliss. A dishwasher! My very own dishwasher! Now I spend maybe 20 minutes doing dishes. My counters are no longer piled on either side with dirty or clean dishes. I might be the happiest person on the planet.
There is still much to be done, but it's exciting to see progress!
As I mentioned in my first blog post, I had admired this home for years and dreamed of living in it. When this house first went on the market, I scarcely dared to even consider that we could buy it - I would be crushed if the dream didn't come true. Eventually, we finally went to look at the house and what we discovered was that despite the house being a far cry from our "dream home", it still felt like the right fit for us. Let me tell you, after looking at so many houses, you start to get a "feel" for houses, a sense of their history. Some homes left us with the heebie jeebies, some were depressing, some simply felt uninviting. Our home, on the other hand, felt happy. Content. Warm, filled with love and goodness. And it still feels that way to me. After learning more about the previous owners (our home was sold as an estate), we learned that they were kind, respected folk, well loved in the community. No wonder this place feels so whole.
However, as I said, the house is less than dreamy- it's at least 120 -130 years old and is a bit ramshackle, as rooms were added on over the years (there is no record of when the original structure was built, but we found newspapers in the walls dating back to 1888). In fact, the son in charge of the estate later told us he was sure someone would buy the property, bulldoze the house and build a new home. What a shame that would be! These old homes are living, breathing beings. If walls could speak.... how many people were born in this home? How many people died here? I often wonder about these things...
Advertisements from the newspapers we found in the wall. Carts and harnesses at half price?!? What a deal! (sorry, couldn't make this photo rotate so you can read it better)
Our goal for this home is to update it, but still be true to the essence of the home. So far, we have only tackled the upstairs/kid's rooms. We've salvaged and restored as much as possible. It seems silly to me to totally gut an old home and try to make it look "new". I love that this house has history, that the floors are rubbed thin in places by years of foot traffic. I love that our floors slope and dip.
Over the summer, we have slowly been working on a mini kitchen remodel. We don't have the time or cash to do a full remodel, but the carpet in the kitchen HAD to go! Once the floor was done, then we could install an island with a dishwasher. When we moved in, I thought I would be ok living without a dishwasher. It's just dishes. How hard could that be? Harder than I thought! With all the baking, cooking and preserving we do around here, I was averaging 2-3 hours a day JUST washing dishing. I couldn't handle it anymore!
Here is a look at our kitchen before we moved in:
View of kitchen from the dining room
View of kitchen from the entry way, pantry door on the left
Pros: Large! PLENTY of cupboard space! A pantry! A window facing west for nice breezes!
Cons: Carpet. Yucky counters/back splash. Cupboards are not so great, but since they are custom built (a.k.a. they are built for the existing space, since nothing is square or level in old homes) we can't really replace them. Hardware is too retro for my taste. No dishwasher.
We have a vision for this kitchen and someday it will be stunning. I promise. But in the meantime, we're concentrating on flooring and a dishwasher, our highest priorities. Everything else will have to wait.
When John ripped up the carpet, we found 2-3 layers of ancient linoleum underneath. We suspected that a nice wood floor was hiding under that linoleum, but there is only one way to find out -rip out the linoleum! Unfortunately, lurking under the linoleum was a thick layer of adhesive that had to be hand scraped off the wood. Every. Single. Inch.
John scraping the adhesive off the floor -he cleared it off in the corner, but you can see it to the right of the gray bucket
John worked in small sections, since the work was so time consuming and we still had to live and function in the space at the same time. It was a miserable job and took weeks to complete. I'm sorry, Honey. You're the best.After the adhesive was removed, John rented a floor sander to smooth the surface and remove the stains the adhesive had left.
See how much lighter the wood is after being sanded. John is tapping in some of the nails that were sticking up.
Then the floor was ready to be polyurethaned. We decided to skip staining the floor and allow the natural wood color to shine through. I packed up the kids and dogs and moved to my parents for a few days so John could work without the fear of us stepping on the floor while it was wet. Three coats later, and the floor looked terrific! Oh, of course there are wide gaps between the boards, there are scrapes, scratches, nail holes and the outline of the woodstove that must have sat there a looooooooong time ago (complete with burns in the floor where sparks jumped out), but I'm thrilled with it! Goodness, people pay big money to make their floors look "distressed" like this. Ha!
The finished floor! Notice the dark outline of the woodstove. Just so happens that was exactly where we were going to put a carpet runner anyway. It covers the spot perfectly!
This past week, John built me an island to go in the center of the kitchen and installed a dishwasher. I am in a state of utter and complete bliss. A dishwasher! My very own dishwasher! Now I spend maybe 20 minutes doing dishes. My counters are no longer piled on either side with dirty or clean dishes. I might be the happiest person on the planet.
There is still much to be done, but it's exciting to see progress!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Kitties!!! And other cuteness...
It's late. I'm tired. My kitchen is sweltering, but I have 7 pints of diced tomatoes and 4 pints of tomato sauce cooling on the counter. It was worth it. These will be added to my growing collection of canned goods in the basement.
Things have been busy around here. There is the harvest to deal with of course and all the animal-related chores, but we're also in the midst of a kitchen remodel (I know, poor timing to remodel at the height of canning season, but we needed to sand and refinish the floor while the weather was nice). Add that on top of all the back-to-school activity and you have a recipe for one tired family. I actually find myself dreaming about winter and hibernation...
There are a million blog post ideas running around in my head, but by the time I get a chance to sit down at the computer each night, my brain is fried and I can barely form coherent thoughts. Sooooooo... I'm going to entertain you with cute pictures of kids and kittens, and hope it distracts you from realizing that this post is about, well.... nothing.
Here is my daughter helping me fill the water troughs for the animals. Yes, she wears those boots around all day. And yes, it's adorable.
Our barn cat Harriet had 6 kittens in May. When they were about 3-4 weeks old, three of them disappeared one day, even though they still could not crawl. We're not sure what happened to them... perhaps Harriet knew she could not feed 6 babies and removed them from the nest. We now have Harriet and her three remaining kittens as our barn cats. Judging from the dead mice and voles they leave on the barn floor, I would say they are doing a good job.
My daughter adores the barn kitties. I do believe she would spend the whole day out there with them if she could. For some reason, the kittens don't mind being held by her. They run away from most other people, but she seems to have the touch. I call her "The Kitten Whisperer".

My sweet boy turned six years old in August. SIX!!! How did this happen?!? We had a small birthday party outdoors and I was once again reminded that we should really lock up the chickens for the day when we are hosting a party. Silly Phylis. At least she drank out of my water, and not one our guest's.
As summer comes to end, school begins. My dear son started kindergarten yesterday. I made him pose in front of the tree for his annual "first-day-of-school" photo. The kid has been losing teeth left and right, and I can't get enough of his toothy (lack of toothy?) grin. It makes me smile every time!
In other news, Bruce the rooster is no more. He attacked my daughter one morning while we were doing chores and I decided that was the final straw. We butchered him that same evening. That's what he gets for not playing nice. Once he was gone, there was a collective sigh of relief on the farm. No more crowing at all hours day and night (he woke me up crowing at 3am once). No more harassed chickens. The poor ladies were getting desperate. I watched a few of them even play dead so Bruce would leave them alone (he would only chase a moving target). Maybe we'll try having a rooster at another time, but for now, I say good riddance. He will make excellent chicken soup (rooster soup?).
Things have been busy around here. There is the harvest to deal with of course and all the animal-related chores, but we're also in the midst of a kitchen remodel (I know, poor timing to remodel at the height of canning season, but we needed to sand and refinish the floor while the weather was nice). Add that on top of all the back-to-school activity and you have a recipe for one tired family. I actually find myself dreaming about winter and hibernation...
There are a million blog post ideas running around in my head, but by the time I get a chance to sit down at the computer each night, my brain is fried and I can barely form coherent thoughts. Sooooooo... I'm going to entertain you with cute pictures of kids and kittens, and hope it distracts you from realizing that this post is about, well.... nothing.
Here is my daughter helping me fill the water troughs for the animals. Yes, she wears those boots around all day. And yes, it's adorable.
Big Helper
Our barn cat Harriet had 6 kittens in May. When they were about 3-4 weeks old, three of them disappeared one day, even though they still could not crawl. We're not sure what happened to them... perhaps Harriet knew she could not feed 6 babies and removed them from the nest. We now have Harriet and her three remaining kittens as our barn cats. Judging from the dead mice and voles they leave on the barn floor, I would say they are doing a good job.
Lucy 2, Grayson, Harriet and Tiger
My daughter adores the barn kitties. I do believe she would spend the whole day out there with them if she could. For some reason, the kittens don't mind being held by her. They run away from most other people, but she seems to have the touch. I call her "The Kitten Whisperer".
"The Kitten Whisperer"
Snuggling with Grayson (who used to be named "Gracie" until we discovered "she" was a "he")
My sweet boy turned six years old in August. SIX!!! How did this happen?!? We had a small birthday party outdoors and I was once again reminded that we should really lock up the chickens for the day when we are hosting a party. Silly Phylis. At least she drank out of my water, and not one our guest's.
Guess I won't be drinking out of that cup anymore...
As summer comes to end, school begins. My dear son started kindergarten yesterday. I made him pose in front of the tree for his annual "first-day-of-school" photo. The kid has been losing teeth left and right, and I can't get enough of his toothy (lack of toothy?) grin. It makes me smile every time!
"Jack-O-Lantern" grin
In other news, Bruce the rooster is no more. He attacked my daughter one morning while we were doing chores and I decided that was the final straw. We butchered him that same evening. That's what he gets for not playing nice. Once he was gone, there was a collective sigh of relief on the farm. No more crowing at all hours day and night (he woke me up crowing at 3am once). No more harassed chickens. The poor ladies were getting desperate. I watched a few of them even play dead so Bruce would leave them alone (he would only chase a moving target). Maybe we'll try having a rooster at another time, but for now, I say good riddance. He will make excellent chicken soup (rooster soup?).
Bruce
Thanks to all of you who have been over to visit. It's been a delightful distraction! I don't get out much, with all the work to be done around here, so I really appreciate people coming to visit me. And of course, if you visit, be sure to bring a bag, because I WILL be sending you home with tomatoes. Good night, all.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
"I got worms."
"I beg your pardon?"
"That's what we're gonna call it. I got worms! We're gonna specialize in selling worm farms. You know, like ant farms."
Little did I know that Lloyd (from the movie "Dumb and Dumber") was actually onto something. Worm farms. Huh.
The day we moved into our new home was a cold, miserable day. Our good friends Maribeth and Eric were kind enough to help us move our belonging on that drizzly March day. After everything had been unloaded, they presented us with our first housewarming gift. It was a gift like no other!
Our dear friends, who know us so well, gifted us with a huge bin full of worms and rotten produce. I was so excited I could hardly stand it! Seriously. A worm farm!!! Best housewarming gift EVER (but I would recommend that you know your audience before you present this a gift. Ha!). I had done a wee bit of research on "vermicomposting" (the fancy name for worm farming/composting), but didn't have the time or resources to follow through.
If you already compost your kitchen scraps and are interested in producing wonderful *free* fertilizer for your house plants and garden, then perhaps vermicomposting is for you! Anyone can vermicompost. Doesn't matter if you live in a tiny apartment or have acres to roam. You can be as serious about it or relaxed as you want to be (I know from personal experience that you can completely neglect your worms for over 6 months... and they will still be [mostly] fine. Sorry little buddies.). Vermicomposting is especially fun to try with kids - they delight in seeing those wiggling worms. Last week, at the library, we actually stumbled across this book in the children's section, called "Winnie Finn, Worm Farmer" by Carol Brendler. What a fun book to introduce children to the concepts of worm farming! I may or may not have enjoyed the book more than my kids :)
1. You create a container to hold the worms.
2. You feed the worms a combination of kitchen scraps, newspaper, yard waste, etc.
3. The worms will digest the scraps and create two by-products: Worm Tea (liquid fertilizer) and Worm Castings (a.k.a. Worm Poop).
4. Add Tea or Castings to your plants and watch them thrive!
Let me show you how my worn bin/container works. First, you need two Rubbermaid type storage containers, one lid, two bricks or pieces of lumber, and a power drill with a bit smaller than 1/8 inch. You can decide how large or small you want the container to be. Once you have chosen your bin size, place the two bricks in the bottom of the first bin. These bricks will allow liquid worm tea to drain from the top bin into the lower bin. Next, use the drill to make holes in the sides and bottom of the second bin. Also make holes in the lid. The holes will provide ventilation (from sides and top) and drainage (from the bottom). The bin with the holes nests inside the first/lower bin, raised up by the bricks. The lid goes on top of the bin with the holes.
Now you are ready to get your hands on some worms! Red Wiggler worms are the most desired worms for vermicomposting. In a pinch, I believe you could go purchase some red wigglers from a bait shop, but most folks order their worms on-line. Uncle Jim's Worm Farm is a popular site (Bonus! They have worms on summer sale right now!). They will ship your package of wiggly worms right to your door.
Once you have your worms, you need to create a "bed" for them, using shredded newspaper, cardboard, wood shavings, etc. Keep this bedding moist. Now it's time to feed them! There are LOTS of different opinions on exactly what you can feed your worms. Good candidates for the worm box are fruit and veggie scraps, coffee grounds, eggshells, leaves or house plant trimmings, and the like . Make sure you give them a good mix of carbon (brown, dead stuff such as newspaper, cardboard, leaves, etc) and nitrogen (green, live stuff such as kitchen and garden scraps).
This is a just a quick peek into how we do it over here. I am no expert on worm farming, so make sure you do some research on your own. There are several great on-line resources, including this site here. I found it to be enormously helpful!
So how much produce/scraps can your worms eat? Well, that depends on several factors, but I've read that a pound of worms can eat about a pound of food a day. How does one measure how many worms they have, you ask? I don't know. I simply keep adding feed until they can't keep up and then let them work uninterrupted for a week or two. Since we have chickens, hogs and a cow, most of our scraps go to them. However, during the winter months, I often find it easier to carry the scraps downstairs, instead of trudging out to the barn in the snow. Our worm bin certainly can't consume all of our scraps, but they can handle a good amount, especially things like jalapeno pepper scraps, which the animals don't care to eat.
Worm farming is fun and it's always enjoyable to see the looks of disbelief of people's faces when you tell them you have a huge container of worms in your basement. It's quite the conversation starter. Apparently Lloyd was not so "dumb" - worm farms really are a good idea!
"That's what we're gonna call it. I got worms! We're gonna specialize in selling worm farms. You know, like ant farms."
Little did I know that Lloyd (from the movie "Dumb and Dumber") was actually onto something. Worm farms. Huh.
The day we moved into our new home was a cold, miserable day. Our good friends Maribeth and Eric were kind enough to help us move our belonging on that drizzly March day. After everything had been unloaded, they presented us with our first housewarming gift. It was a gift like no other!
Our dear friends, who know us so well, gifted us with a huge bin full of worms and rotten produce. I was so excited I could hardly stand it! Seriously. A worm farm!!! Best housewarming gift EVER (but I would recommend that you know your audience before you present this a gift. Ha!). I had done a wee bit of research on "vermicomposting" (the fancy name for worm farming/composting), but didn't have the time or resources to follow through.
If you already compost your kitchen scraps and are interested in producing wonderful *free* fertilizer for your house plants and garden, then perhaps vermicomposting is for you! Anyone can vermicompost. Doesn't matter if you live in a tiny apartment or have acres to roam. You can be as serious about it or relaxed as you want to be (I know from personal experience that you can completely neglect your worms for over 6 months... and they will still be [mostly] fine. Sorry little buddies.). Vermicomposting is especially fun to try with kids - they delight in seeing those wiggling worms. Last week, at the library, we actually stumbled across this book in the children's section, called "Winnie Finn, Worm Farmer" by Carol Brendler. What a fun book to introduce children to the concepts of worm farming! I may or may not have enjoyed the book more than my kids :)
A fun book about vermicomposting to read with the kids!
"Winnie Finn, Worm Farmer" by Carol Brendler
Here is the quick lowdown on vermicomposting:1. You create a container to hold the worms.
2. You feed the worms a combination of kitchen scraps, newspaper, yard waste, etc.
3. The worms will digest the scraps and create two by-products: Worm Tea (liquid fertilizer) and Worm Castings (a.k.a. Worm Poop).
4. Add Tea or Castings to your plants and watch them thrive!
Let me show you how my worn bin/container works. First, you need two Rubbermaid type storage containers, one lid, two bricks or pieces of lumber, and a power drill with a bit smaller than 1/8 inch. You can decide how large or small you want the container to be. Once you have chosen your bin size, place the two bricks in the bottom of the first bin. These bricks will allow liquid worm tea to drain from the top bin into the lower bin. Next, use the drill to make holes in the sides and bottom of the second bin. Also make holes in the lid. The holes will provide ventilation (from sides and top) and drainage (from the bottom). The bin with the holes nests inside the first/lower bin, raised up by the bricks. The lid goes on top of the bin with the holes.
The worm bin - two containers, the one with air/drainage holes nested inside the solid bin.
Air holes in the worm bin - drill them in the lid, the sides and the bottom.
Once you have your worms, you need to create a "bed" for them, using shredded newspaper, cardboard, wood shavings, etc. Keep this bedding moist. Now it's time to feed them! There are LOTS of different opinions on exactly what you can feed your worms. Good candidates for the worm box are fruit and veggie scraps, coffee grounds, eggshells, leaves or house plant trimmings, and the like . Make sure you give them a good mix of carbon (brown, dead stuff such as newspaper, cardboard, leaves, etc) and nitrogen (green, live stuff such as kitchen and garden scraps).
Worms and scraps inside my worm bin. All the black stuff is worm castings (poo). My bin is a little too wet right now. I should add more carbon (newspaper, cardboard, leaves, etc.) and remove some of the castings.
After a while, pull the bins apart and see if your worms have produced any worm tea. This stuff is liquid gold! Pour it into a container and add some to your watering can when it's time to water plants. You can also harvest the worm castings, but I have not embarked on that adventure yet, so I have no advice. I believe it involves moving all the castings to one side of the box and putting all the new bedding and food on the other side. The worms will eventually migrate to the food, leaving the pile of castings behind for you to harvest. These castings are incredible to add to your potting soil mix or sprinkle in your garden.
Pull the top bin out and check to see how much worm tea is in the bottom bin
This is a just a quick peek into how we do it over here. I am no expert on worm farming, so make sure you do some research on your own. There are several great on-line resources, including this site here. I found it to be enormously helpful!
So how much produce/scraps can your worms eat? Well, that depends on several factors, but I've read that a pound of worms can eat about a pound of food a day. How does one measure how many worms they have, you ask? I don't know. I simply keep adding feed until they can't keep up and then let them work uninterrupted for a week or two. Since we have chickens, hogs and a cow, most of our scraps go to them. However, during the winter months, I often find it easier to carry the scraps downstairs, instead of trudging out to the barn in the snow. Our worm bin certainly can't consume all of our scraps, but they can handle a good amount, especially things like jalapeno pepper scraps, which the animals don't care to eat.
Worm farming is fun and it's always enjoyable to see the looks of disbelief of people's faces when you tell them you have a huge container of worms in your basement. It's quite the conversation starter. Apparently Lloyd was not so "dumb" - worm farms really are a good idea!
Friday, August 10, 2012
Be careful what you wish for...
Fresh juicy tomatoes. Intoxicating basil. Crunchy cucumbers. Sweet onions. Delicious snap beans. Beautiful bell peppers. Spicy jalapenos. Melt-in-your-mouth sweet corn. Crisp carrots.
The garden is reaching it's apex and I've been busier that ever, scurrying and rushing to harvest and preserve the bounty. My days consist of harvesting, canning, freezing, dehydrating, dishes, dishes and more dishes. Food is all consuming. Since I'm new at preserving and don't have any "tried and true" recipes, hours are spent researching preserving methods/recipes. I spend almost all of my waking hours contemplating food, between cooking all the meals for my family and preserving. Some days, it gets old, and I wish I could just do things that normal people do, such as, oh you know, sit down (thank you Mom for the rubber chef's floor mat - it's a lifesaver!). Go to the park and relax . Go shopping for more things that I don't really need. Then I remember that what I'm doing is normal - I'm growing my own food and preserving it so I can feed my family over the winter. In a basic sense, I'm doing what people have been doing for thousands of years. And no matter how tired or defeated I feel, it never fails to thrill me when I see those beautiful jars lined up in the basement, the freezer packed full of produce. It's inspiring.
As the year progresses, I have a renewed appreciation for seasonality. Summer is busy, a flurry of activity. Winter is for relaxing, for resting and refreshing. I'm looking forward to that period of rest right now, just as I was looking forward to the flurry of activity last winter. The rhythms of the year are comforting... when I am bone-weary, I know that summer won't last forever. Respite is coming. And just when I can't take any more of winter, spring will arrive in all it's glory, so we can do it all over again.
My pickling cucumbers went bonkers and before I knew it, there were 24 quarts and 6 pints of pickles in the basement... not counting all the jars I gave away. We like pickles around here, but I'm not sure if we can eat that many. Family members beware: you may be receiving a jar of pickles for Christmas.
Snap beans were planted a bit late this year, so we're just starting to get a harvest. A rather disappointing harvest. Perhaps it was the drought. Maybe it was the spider mite infestation. I'm not sure, but I do know that we're not getting many. In the garden at my old house, I could fill a big colander every other day from my 1 row of beans. Here, I'm just getting a handful of beans each day, despite the fact that I have 4 rows of beans. I have "Blue Lake" pole beans, "Pencil Pod" yellow wax beans, and "Royal Burgundy" snap beans. The "Blue Lake" pole beans are my favorite (did I mention I hate bending over to pick bush beans?). My little experiment of growing pole beans on sunflowers seemed to work, but I wonder if the sunflower leaves shade the bean plants too much? Next year, I'll experiment more.
The flowers I planted throughout the garden are thriving and seem to be attracting a multitude of pollinators. When I walk in the garden, I can hear a low buzz of bees and wasps at work. Several of them are my honey bees, but most of them are insect species I have never seen before. It's fun to watch! The sunflowers are especially beautiful and cheer up the whole house when we make cut flower arrangements. We're going to try saving the seeds and roasting them.
THIS is why we garden. You've heard it a million times, but there really is nothing quite as tasty as veggies you have grown in your own backyard. Sweet corn goes from "Yummy" to sublime when it's picked just minutes before you eat it. Tomatoes are irresistible, even for someone like me, who is not a huge fan of them (but I'm quickly changing my mind - heirloom varieties like "Brandywine" and "Cherokee Purple" are out of this world!). So many tastes and flavors bursting with freshness.... it's a sensory overload. THIS is what we dream about all winter long. We are living the dream right now, gardening friends!
Harvesting tomatoes, with Cooper (former art students - yes, I still wear an apron all day. Ha!). Look how tall my tomatoes are! Goat compost is magical stuff, I tell you.
Oh, I know.... it's not all dreamy. There are tomato hornworms to deal with, blossom end rot, cucumber beetles, birds eating my sweet corn, the crippling drought, and all manner of annoying, icky things. However, being the optimist that I am, I like to forget about all that stuff and just enjoy the good.
The garden is reaching it's apex and I've been busier that ever, scurrying and rushing to harvest and preserve the bounty. My days consist of harvesting, canning, freezing, dehydrating, dishes, dishes and more dishes. Food is all consuming. Since I'm new at preserving and don't have any "tried and true" recipes, hours are spent researching preserving methods/recipes. I spend almost all of my waking hours contemplating food, between cooking all the meals for my family and preserving. Some days, it gets old, and I wish I could just do things that normal people do, such as, oh you know, sit down (thank you Mom for the rubber chef's floor mat - it's a lifesaver!). Go to the park and relax . Go shopping for more things that I don't really need. Then I remember that what I'm doing is normal - I'm growing my own food and preserving it so I can feed my family over the winter. In a basic sense, I'm doing what people have been doing for thousands of years. And no matter how tired or defeated I feel, it never fails to thrill me when I see those beautiful jars lined up in the basement, the freezer packed full of produce. It's inspiring.
As the year progresses, I have a renewed appreciation for seasonality. Summer is busy, a flurry of activity. Winter is for relaxing, for resting and refreshing. I'm looking forward to that period of rest right now, just as I was looking forward to the flurry of activity last winter. The rhythms of the year are comforting... when I am bone-weary, I know that summer won't last forever. Respite is coming. And just when I can't take any more of winter, spring will arrive in all it's glory, so we can do it all over again.
Half of the day's garden haul
We have produce coming out our ears. Some days, it's overwhelming. Why did I plant so much? What am I going to DO with all of this? And then I remember, I asked God for this. When we were searching for Third Day Farms, I kept praying desperately that God would provide a place for us, a place full of bounty so that we could be a blessing to others. Be careful what you wish for! We've got bounty all right. Now, I'm trying to figure out how to bless others with it. Some days, as I work in my kitchen for hours on end, I wonder how I am blessing others by holing myself up in the kitchen. Is all this time spent focused on food what God wants me to be doing? How can I be bringing God's kingdom to earth when I'm stuck in my kitchen all day?
And then the people stop by. Lately, we've been averaging 1-2 visitors a day (and I LOVE it). So THIS is how He wants me to bless others! My visitors seldom go away empty handed. There is always produce to send home with them, perhaps a jar of pickles, some jam, or a pint of berries. All those hours toiling in the kitchen and garden? They now have purpose. That long afternoon laboring over tomato basil sauce? Perhaps that will become a gift to someone in need or used to make a dinner for a family with a new baby. This is my calling right now, and I'm doing my best to follow God's leading, as He teaches me the joy of giving.
There is also the stewardship issue - I want to do my best to care for and use all the gifts that God has blessed me with. It seems like a shame to let anything go to waste. He gave me this bounty for a reason - now it's up to me to be a responsible steward of this great gift. Thankfully, we have 3 pig hungry pigs and a cow in the backyard that are more than willing to help take care of any extra produce that lays around too long. I don't feel bad about giving it to them - they're converting that "waste" into delicious meat.
So what exactly have I been laboring over? Mostly tomatoes. Remember those 45 tomato plants I planted in May? Well, almost all of them have done exceptionally well! We started getting a steady stream of tomatoes in early July and things have not slowed down since. I've canned a few batches and made a batch of tomato basil sauce, but mostly I've been freezing them whole (cut out the stem and flash freeze on a cookie sheet before dumping into freezer bags) so I don't have to think about them right now. I'll dig out those bags come winter and cook down the tomatoes for sauce or tomato soup. We've given away about half of the tomatoes - no one seems to turn down fresh tomatoes, especially those to-die-for "Brandywines".
We get this many tomatoes about every other day.
Snap beans were planted a bit late this year, so we're just starting to get a harvest. A rather disappointing harvest. Perhaps it was the drought. Maybe it was the spider mite infestation. I'm not sure, but I do know that we're not getting many. In the garden at my old house, I could fill a big colander every other day from my 1 row of beans. Here, I'm just getting a handful of beans each day, despite the fact that I have 4 rows of beans. I have "Blue Lake" pole beans, "Pencil Pod" yellow wax beans, and "Royal Burgundy" snap beans. The "Blue Lake" pole beans are my favorite (did I mention I hate bending over to pick bush beans?). My little experiment of growing pole beans on sunflowers seemed to work, but I wonder if the sunflower leaves shade the bean plants too much? Next year, I'll experiment more.
A variety of snap beans
The flowers I planted throughout the garden are thriving and seem to be attracting a multitude of pollinators. When I walk in the garden, I can hear a low buzz of bees and wasps at work. Several of them are my honey bees, but most of them are insect species I have never seen before. It's fun to watch! The sunflowers are especially beautiful and cheer up the whole house when we make cut flower arrangements. We're going to try saving the seeds and roasting them.
Sunflowers
Yesterday, my son and I pulled up the onions. Their tops had fallen over, the signal that they are ready. We left them in the garden to dry and cure. In a week or so, they will be ready for storage. I wish I had planted more. They look great and smell ever better!
"Cortland" and "Rossi di Milano" onions
I made the mistake of ignoring the carrots - they were doing so nicely and didn't need me fussing over them. By the time I went to pull them, some were over sized and bitter. Babette the cow was more than willing to take care of them for me! We still made out with many good carrots. I dehydrated a bunch of them and plan on throwing them into soups and stews this winter. I may freeze some as well, but we're going to try storing most of them in our basement. Our basement is old (1880's) and there are some cool damp corners that would work well for long term storage. We plan on trying the "carrots in a bucket of damp sand" method. Hope it works!
My daughter holding a variety of carrots. Such a good little helper!
Oh, there are more things that we are harvesting right now - sweet corn, celery, sweet peppers, hot peppers, tomatillos, basil, lemon cucumbers, watermelons - but I've bored you enough. Stop by and see us! Remember to bring a bag to take home some goodies.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Chicken Butchering
* Disclaimer: This post is not for people who believe that meat animals are magically transformed into neatly wrapped packages that end up in the refrigerated section of the grocery store. If you are a "boneless, skinless chicken breast only" type of person and get grossed out at the thought of your meat having bones and skin, then you don't want to keep reading. You've been warned!
Ahhh, chicken butchering.... Somehow, by performing this act, I feel like I've crossed the line from "organic, eco, green, foodie" person into real-deal "homesteader" territory. Not too many years ago, you would have not caught me dead even considering butchering an animal. No siree, not me. My meat came for the shiny clean grocery store in nice little packages, requiring me only to heat it up. Heck, I didn't even have to touch it - just dump the individually frozen piece of meat from the bag into the pan or baking dish. The thought of cooking a whole chicken, with all the parts intact, left me feeling queasy. Why on earth would I want to be reminded that I was eating an animal that had at one time been a living, breathing creature?
I've come a long way since those years. When I pondered my relationship (or lack of) with meat, I never considered going vegetarian, but completely respect those who do, for their various reasons. However, I did start to examine the implications of eating meat and didn't like what I discovered. Most of us of are far removed from our food sources these days. We have no idea where it comes from, how it was raised, how it ended up on our dinner table. We take meat for granted, rarely stopping to think about how costly it is (financially and emotionally). I began to realize that there is a certain sacredness and spirituality to eating meat - in order for us to live, something else has to die (sound familiar, those of you that are Christ-followers?). All eating requires sacrifice. Now this extends to plant life too, as cutting a head of lettuce from the ground is akin to slitting the throat of an animal, but the imagery is more powerful when you are talking about a breathing, moving animal. I remember hearing my dad, the biology teacher, say more than a few times that "nature is all about sex and violence". Truer words have never been spoken. Even the "gentle" plant world is full of sex and violence. Life (and eating) is violent. Sorry Alicia Silverstone, there is no such thing as "kind diet".
Eventually, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted to continue consuming meat, I needed to make sure I was being a responsible and respectful omnivore. I found this book, "The Compassionate Carnivore" by Catherine Friend to be helpful and entertaining guide. We also came to the decision that we simply could not buy meat from the grocery store anymore. My husband and I began in earnest to seek out meat from animals that had been raised in a manner that we valued - preferably animals that were grass-fed (in the case of beef) and pastured (in the case of chicken and pork), no antibiotics (except when needed for a sick or injured animal), fed chemical free feed, and no hormones. And what we discovered was that while it was fairly easy to locate a source for grass-fed beef (we buy ours from Karin and John, owners of Woodbridge Dairy Farm), finding "happy" chickens was a real challenge!
Up until our big chicken butcher, I had been buying whole chickens at Byron Center Meats, which are labeled under the "local" section. When we pressed them about how the chickens were raised, all we could find out was that the chickens are raised on an Amish farm near Muskegon, MI. I wanted to know more, but figured buying the chicken there (supporting a local farm and a local butcher shop) was better than buying at the grocery store. My quest for happy chickens continued. I came to the conclusion that my husband and I were simply going to have to raise our own meat birds and butcher them ourselves. However, the thought of adding another project to this year totally overwhelmed me. Since May, we have installed a 4,000+ sq ft garden, started a small orchard, fenced in two acres for a cow and 2 goats, bought 3 hogs to raise for meat, raised 12 new chickens to add to our existing flock, bought 2 beehives to maintain.... what else am I forgetting? Oh yeah, a kitchen remodel. Anyway, the point is, we're exhausted and over extended. Adding meat birds to the mix just wasn't going to happen.
So imagine our excitement when our like-minded, wanna-be farmer friends, Dan and Katie, announced that they were going to be raising meat birds this year! I eagerly volunteered us to help out on butchering day, figuring it would be a good chance to see how much work butchering is, so we could decide if we wanted to do it ourselves. Also, we had an adopted laying hen, which the kids named Sweetie, that was getting old ( I think she was at least 5 years old) and not laying well anymore, so it was time to cull her from the flock. She will be turned into soup/stew meat,as I hear that old hens are quite tough.
Sweetie, our old laying hen, waiting her turn
We started early, meeting at 6am on beautiful summer morning. 45 meat birds, a breed called Freedom Rangers, were milling about in the barn, blissfully unaware of their fate. We had about 6-9 people working throughout the day (some people had to come late/leave early). After coffee and chit-chat we started to get down to business. Now, let me be clear. Most of us had no idea what we were doing. Oh, a few of us had butchered animals before and Dan had even butchered a few of the meat birds (one broke a leg and had to be taken care of), but this was mostly uncharted territory for us. With the aid of a few YouTube videos (what can't you learn on YouTube?!?) and my trusty book "The Small-Scale Poultry Flock" by Harvey Ussery at our side (the book includes very precise step-by-step butchering instructions with clear photos), we plunged right in.
Step One: Retrieve chickens. Dan would head to the back room in the barn and grab a few birds at a time to bring to the slaughter area, keeping the other birds out of view of the slaughter. This helped to keep the chickens as stress-free as possible. The birds had been on pasture for much of their lives, but were moved into the barn a few days before slaughter to make retrival easier. Here are the Freedom Ranger birds waiting their turn. I believe the birds were around 10 weeks old and most dressed out at around 3-5 pounds when we finished with them.
Freedom Ranger chickens
Step Two: The slaughter. There are several ways to slaughter a chicken, including the classic "head on the chopping block" method. And yes, a chicken will run around with it's head cut off. Since we were not too keen on witnessing that, Dan opted for the "killing cone" method (I wish they could come up with a better name for it). The chickens are placed head first into an upside down cone. As soon as they are put in the cone, they become very calm and relaxed. Their throats are quickly slit and the chicken is allowed to bleed out for a few minutes. The cone keeps the chicken from flopping about.
Chicken in the killing cone ready to be slaughtered
Step Three: Loosen feathers. All those lovely feathers must come off. Dipping the (dead) chicken in hot, but not boiling, water for about 30-60 seconds makes the feathers pull out easily. We used a turkey fryer filled with water to dunk the birds.
Loosening the feathers in hot water
Step 4: Pluck the feathers. Some people choose to pluck their chickens by hand, but since we were doing 45 birds at one time, my husband decided to get creative and design his very own chicken plucker (he's a handy one! I think I'll keep him). The book "Mini Farming: Self Sufficiency on 1/4 Acre" by Brett L. Markham has a good plucker design, with instructions on how to build it, as well as a parts list. After studying this design and watching several YouTube videos displaying various plucker styles, John built this plucker featured below. I won't go into all the details (because I don't know how he built it - I'll make him do a guest post to explain it), but let's just say it worked great!!!! The white PVC drum spins and has little rubber "fingers" that grab the feathers and fling them to the ground. We were able to remove most the feathers in this manner. There was still some hand plucking to do, but the plucker saved us hours of work.
The "Pluck-O-Matic 3000", as we dubbed it
Step 5: Eviscerate. I won't go into detail about this part. If you want to know more, then get "The Small Scale Poultry Flock" book and study that. Basically, it goes like this - cut off head and neck. Cut off legs at the joint. Remove oil sac from base of tail. Lay chicken on it's back and cut slit into abdomen. Reach into slit with your whole hand and scoop out the entrails. Done.
Chicken feet
Step 6: Wash and package. After evisceration, the birds were hosed off outside. Then we whisked them into the house and they were dunked into a sink of cold water with a tiny splash of bleach to kill any bacteria. After another thorough rinse with plain water, they were bagged, weighed and set in the fridge to chill.
It took us about 5 hours to butcher 45 birds. Not bad for a bunch of beginners. Since it was the first time for most of us, there was a definite learning curve. Also, I think the process took longer because we didn't have specific stations or duties. Most of us wanted to try each station a few times, so we could master the skills required. Next time, I suspect we will assign stations to make the whole process run more smoothly.
Surprisingly, it was a very fun day. I would never say that killing animals is fun, but being with like-minded people, working towards a common goal, is fun. At one point, Dan laughed and said something along the lines of, "This is awesome, to see all these other people who are willing to help out and want to be here. It almost makes me feel like I'm normal". And of course I piped up, "You need to read Joel Salatin's book, "Folks, This ain't normal". According to him, we are normal! We want to know where our food comes from. That's normal!"
John and Nate at the butcher table
As payment for our labor, Dan and Katie gave us with a few chickens to take home for our freezer. We were thrilled with this arrangement! I'll work for food any day. After purchasing a few more from them as well, our freezer is stocked with enough chicken to last us at least half a year. My search for "happy" chickens is complete.
John and I have decided that we are going to try raising our own meat birds next summer. Let us know if you want to help butcher. We'll pay you in chicken.
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