Saturday, August 13, 2011
Today I celebrated my birthday. I am not shy about my age. I turned forty-seven. Somedays, I feel like I am in my twenties. Other days, I feel like I am well into my seventies!
Frank Jr, has been working for the neighbour making hay. He had another break down, so he was home about 3.30 pm. He took over raking for me at that time, so I could process my beets. About five he headed into Manning and purchased for me, the above cake, and a gift (popcorn popper). There was no one in the bakery section to add wording to the cake for him. I told Frank Jr, that it is ok. It makes it more memorable.
I made for supper, the above meal. Everything, and I mean everything was off of the farm. I think that was the best gift for me. Fresh spuds, I made into fries, deep-fried in the lard that I rendered last fall. Rib steaks are from the beef we butchered this spring. Carrots, zucchini and dill are also from the garden. The butter, I made through winter. And of course, my apple wine that I made last fall. What more can a girl ask for?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I harvested some of my herbs today. I haven't really grown herbs before. Oh, except for dill and parsley. There is tarragon, basil, thyme, sage, and oregano. The rosemary didn't make it. I didn't have a 'suitable' place to hang them. So I decided they would have to be hung in my store room, above the freezer. They might be hung to low for the guys. Mind you, the only time they go into the freezer is either for ice, or ice cream!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Today was a busy day. I made another batch of soap. Young Frank and I picked about half of the pea crop this morning. Frank Jr headed out late morning to rake hay, while I started on shelling peas.
I went over to Mr. Walker's at 12.30 to feed the babies and again at 5 pm. One of the black lambs, decided I wasn't getting his bottle to him fast enough, and he jumped over the fence.
Came home, greased the mower and headed out and cut hay for a couple of hours. When Frank Jr was done with raking, he started shelling peas. I don't think he was enjoying that chore, because when I got home from cutting, he quickly relinquished the peas to me. I finally finished shelling peas about 6.30.
After supper, I blanch the peas. twenty-four cups later! Tomorrow, it will start all over! Pin It