Folding diapers a couple nights ago, I picked up a diaper and shook it out. What appeared to be a piece of bark or a large moth flung backward and landed on my shirt. I’m not huge on insects and the cats have been known to bring in moths, so I was on the verge of freaking out. A quick look down proved it was not tree bark or a moth, but actually a live mouse. I commenced flinging my shirt out and flipped the mouse back onto the ground, where Jesse nabbed it and took it outside. I *almost* panicked there for a moment. Jesse said he saw Jojo pawing at the diaper pile earlier but then lost interest, so he figured she was just having fun in the diapers. Dang cats.
A few weeks ago, I bought a bushel of apples and a bushel of pears. The pears were finally ripe enough to use, so I ran them through the food saucer and started simmering them on the stove to reduce their liquid. This should not suggest it was an easy process. The pears were very juicy and my pot was not huge, so I had to keep waiting for the sauce to reduce in volume before I could add more pear mixture. This whole process took many hours, but I was super excited for the end result so it was worth it. I had just put the last batch of milled pears into the pot when it was time to leave for my birthday dinner (sushi!) so I put a lid on the pot and turned off the burner.
After we got home the mix was still hot, so I turned the burner back on to get it back up to simmering. Pretty soon Mom mentioned there was a burned smell to the air, but some pears had splashed out earlier, so I wasn’t worried, just thought they were burning off. Big mistake! I had turned up the burner too high and had scortched the entire bottom of the pan, and if you’ve cooked often you’ll know that scortched flavor permeates every particle of the mix. I was so pissed at myself for making such a rookie mistake! And the killer is, that pear sauce was delicious under the scortched flavor! Jesse chided me that I shouldn’t have tried to reduce it more, and that I should have just canned it like it was because we could have used it in smoothies… *sigh* Lesson learned, but still, that was probably almost 8 hours of work, literally down the drain.
The next day I made more marinara sauce because I am a glutton for punishment. Ezra loves to help when he sees me get the food mill out, but usually he can’t quite turn the handle all the way around so this time I hit upon the idea of having him help me smoosh the tomatoes.
While Mom and Jim were here we went to Gardner Village. It’s this little boutique-type area, and they have these witches posted all around the shopping area. There was a scavenger hunt to find certain witches, and you could take in the results to this bakery and get a cookie at $.35 instead of $.90! I have to say, it was not really our thing. I mean, I like Halloween but I don’t shop at boutiques and the $.55 is not a great incentive to come on down! I’m glad we went so we could see what all the hubbub is about. I hear they do something for the Christmas holiday as well. Here are some photos of the witches we found:
While mom and Jim were here, we celebrated the October birthdays:
I’m feeling less and less like our doe is going to kindle. I put in a nesting box and filled it with hay, but she just seems like she’s eating all the hay and not really interested in the nesting aspect. Of course, maybe I’ll go out there and be surprised. But if after another five days there are no babies, she’s getting bred again.
I saw this image not too long ago:
This is so valid! Our hens are laying more than we can eat, so I’ve been selling some to my sister, and will try to sell some to my coworkers. A part of me thinks that $3/dozen is high, and my mom sure gave me grief that I was charging my sister *anything*, let alone $3/dozen, and sure you can buy crappy factory-farmed eggs for much less, but the nutrient quality is so much higher with pastured hens. You can read more on the subject here and here and here.
My point is, as a people, we’re willing to pay for a cup of coffee and not think twice, but we think we’re being held up when it comes to eggs or other farmed items. It’s a weird mindset.
On completely other and perhaps TMI news, Ezra peed in the toilet for the first time! I praised the heck out of him and he thought that was great, but then didn’t give me a repeat performance. Perhaps this will be the beginning of potty training. I definitely don’t want to pressure him, so I suppose we’ll just have to keep a weather eye for signs.