Thursday, July 31, 2014

Walk With Grandmama


Christian and I get to work in the garden and the yard in the evenings and this cute little girl gets to take a walk around with her grandmama.  She better watch her toes!  Those turkeys like pink little baby toes!  Good thing her grandmama keeps them covered up. 



The turkey's like my mom because she brings them food.  They also seem to be under the impression that her apron has food on it.  They love to peck at the red flowers. 




Sweet scrunchy sleepy baby face.



Finley will inherit these silver bracelets of my mom's.  My mom insists.  This is also the first of many butt and bracelet shots. :) 


Friday, July 25, 2014

The Beauty and the Horror


I don't know that I really need to say much more.  As you can see, our turkeys exhibit both qualities. 






Monday, July 14, 2014

Homemade


We bought a half bushel of green beans from our local farm market Messicks.  We did not grow green beans this year for some reason but the peas we grew were delicious.  

My mom and I have been on a canning spree lately and what we haven't canned we have frozen for future meals.  We bought a vacuum sealer when we processed the meat chickens and have been using it  for saving our extra Costco cheese and meat. 



These are dilly green beans and below are the makings of crispy bread and butter pickles. 


Christian had the smart idea of gathering the wild blackberries that grow on Sharlene and Frank's property and in the back of our property.  Sharlene made a delicious pie with them. 



With all the extra canned goods around we needed a place to store them.  We fount this cabinet at an Antique store in Catlett Virginia.  The husband of the women who owned the store made it from wood salvaged from an old smoke house. 

We are now storing bread and butter pickles, cucumber marmalade, sweet and spicy pickled yellow squash, dill pickles, and spicy dilly green beans.  



I collect brass animal figures and I couldn't resist this goose at the same antique store.


We made pasta two nights when Sharlene and Frank were over last weekend.  These are orecchiette.  In Italian they are "little ears." 


Here is Sharlene's pie prior to baking and the haul from the garden. 



We are drying a lot of the tomatoes and packaging them for the freezer for sauce in the cold winter months.  Yum :)   


Friday, July 11, 2014

This is Red


I realize now that I never did a post about Grace.  But just to be clear this is not Grace.  This is Red and she doesn't hold a candle to Grace.   Grace was the one chicken from the broilers that we "pardoned" because she was so sweet we couldn't bear to off her.  I might have to go back in time and do a post about her.  The sad part is that I never took that many pictures of her.   She was a friendly chicken who would make her way over to you on purpose to be pet.  She was soft.  She was beautiful. She was a big sweet chicken.  Sadly she ended up someone's meal after all... a fox's.


We haven't quite decided if Red is a nice chicken or a chicken who is out to peck us to death.  She comes over to us and gets real close making a kind of low pitched chicken groan/whine. If we try to touch her she looks like she might bite our fingers. 



For now she is the only "friendly" or at least interested chicken.  I can't tell her apart from the other Rhode Island Reds but maybe the more we see her the more she'll stand out.  She might even become nice... but she'll never be Grace. :)

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Pickles and Chickens


What do you do when you have 9lbs of cucumbers... you pickle!  

I have never canned anything in my life so I'm excited to see what happens in two weeks when we get to pop one open and sample the goodness.  I hope they are crunchy.  



My mom loves jars.  She likes all kinds of glass storage containers.  Since she started visiting she has been removing labels from used jars and recycling them into my storage container drawer.  She also likes multiples... and collecting.  I walked to the table with just one of the pickle jars to photograph and she immediately said "wait, why just one? Don't you want to show ALL of them?"   She says its the Mormon in her (even though she's not Mormon)... the love of having lots of things stock piled.  I'm like that too.  We both are never so happy as when we have at least three months worth of toilet paper and paper towels stashed away. 




I love collecting too.  Two of these three white chickens were bought for me by my mom.  The smallest one she bought while I was walking around downtown Fredericksburg in labor killing time until I thought they would admit me at the hospital.   



One of the things I love most about my old farmhouse is the fact that the previous owners kept the old wood siding that was once part of the porch they enclosed.  

 For now, I am done collecting white candy jar chickens but my mom, a true collector, wonders why not a few more.  :)