Friday, May 22, 2020

Friday Food: It's Scape Season!


Friday

Short version: Chicken stir-fry, rice

Long version: A. bought these huge bone-in chicken breasts when he was last at the store. I was kind of grossed out at how big they are, actually, imagining what the chicken that carries around such a breast must look like, but it is convenient that I only needed to cut the meat from one up into chunks for the stir-fry. It ended up being two whole cups of meat, which I marinated for a couple of hours.

The rest of the stir-fry was frozen stir-fry vegetables with some sliced onions I had cooked the day before and extra frozen green beans. The sauce was soy sauce, vinegar, garlic powder, ginger, and peanut butter.

Jack was very happy.

Saturday

Short version: Chicken tacos with homemade corn tortillas, refried beans, green salad with ranch dressing

Long version: I poached the remaining two giant chicken breasts and then shredded the meat from them before combining that with some sauteed diced onion, two tiny cans of tomato juice from Miss Georgia's box of food, and a packet of taco seasoning from the same source. The seasoning didn't actually have any sketchy ingredients in it, but the combination of the tomato juice and the seasoning packet made for some pretty salty chicken.

I adjusted the amount of salt in the tortillas accordingly, though, and it was fine.

Sunday

Short version: Breakfast sausage patties, fried eggs, bread and butter, carrot sticks, banana "ice cream"

Long version: We woke up to the year's final lamb this morning. It was a nice big boy.


Both boys smiling.

So this year's final lamb count: 4 girls, 1 boy and no ewes left to deliver.

My original plan for dinner included a soup made from the sausage and the liquid from poaching the chicken, and peanut butter cookies for dessert. But then I spent some time chasing wandering sheep in the late afternoon and I was hot by the time I got them all in and had to start dinner, so I nixed both the soup and the baking.

Monday

Short version: Chicken-rice taco skillet

Long version: It's been awhile since we've had meat+rice+cheese, but here it is! Courtesy of leftover taco chicken, leftover rice, and the ten-pound block of cheese I get from Sysco.

Tuesday

Short version: Crispy chicken and rice burritos, carrot sticks, frozen green beans

Long version: One of Miss Georgia's deliveries included a large package of flour tortillas. My children were THRILLED, as I do not ever buy flour tortillas. They've been happily eating them for breakfast and lunch. There were just a few left, so I heated up the leftover chicken and rice, rolled it into the tortillas, and fried them for a minute on each side until they were crispy.

I was pretty sure the children would like this, but I wasn't prepared for how much they liked it.

From Cubby: "Well, this is the best food ever."

From Jack: "I could eat a million of these."

From Charlie: "Delicious and nutritious."

From Poppy: Silence, because she was too busy stuffing her face.

Too bad for them the tortillas are all gone.

Wednesday

Short version: Tuna thing, fresh bread and butter

Long version: I made bacon for breakfast, and there was quite a bit left over. So I started by cooking diced onion in bacon fat, then throwing in the leftover diced bacon, a 12-ounce can of tuna, a couple of tablespoons of mayonnaise, some frozen peas, and about a cup of shredded cheese.

It was really quite tasty, although I have no idea what to call it. "Tuna thing" sounds appetizing, right?

Thursday

Short version: Sheep stew with pesto, bread with pesto, asparagus with pesto

Long version: Yay, garlic scapes!


A few of the many rows of garlic A. has.

Charlie started counting all the garlic plants but stopped at about 1,400 plants. Some of those are smaller and won't be producing usable scapes, but we still have many, many scapes to use.

I started with pesto.

I used the food processor to combine scapes, a few lamb's quarters plants we pulled up in the pasture, a handful of walnuts, and olive oil to make a pesto.

Then I put it in everything.

The lamb stew was just stew meat from the wether with a lot of sliced onion, a small jar of pureed tomatoes, the liquid from poaching chicken for the chicken tacos (it wasn't really a stock, because it was literally just the water and chicken), and some carrot and potato chunks. To that I added a few spoonfuls of the pesto, and the whole thing turned out really well.

As did the bread for the children, which was simply slices of bread with butter and pesto spread on them and then broiled.

And the asparagus, which was store asparagus that A. bought when he had to go get hay. I just cooked it covered in some butter, then added the pesto and a tiny bit of shredded parmesan that's been sitting around in the refrigerator forever.

Pesto makes everything better.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Mars and Venus


Yesterday all four children were playing a game and Charlie came to me very upset, saying Poppy was ruining the game.

"How?" I asked.

"It's a gorilla game, and she keeps saying she's the mommy gorilla!" Charlie told me in great agitation.

Poppy was right behind him, chanting smugly, "I mommy gowiwa! I mommy gowiwa!"

"NO, YOU'RE NOT!" Charlie yelled back at her.

"Okay," I said calmly. "What's the problem with her being a mommy gorilla?"

To which Charlie replied, "She ALWAYS wants there to be mommies and daddies and we ALWAYS want to play killing games! THERE ARE NO MOMMIES IN KILLING GAMES!"

Right.

It's hard to be the sole female sometimes.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Back to the (Sur)Real World


We received notification quite suddenly yesterday that there would be Mass this morning at our church. There were, of course, rules regarding how many people could be in the church--in our small church, that's 33 people--and everyone over the age of three was required to wear masks.

I must admit that my initial reaction was, "No way. How am I gonna keep four little kids in masks for an hour?"

I can barely manage to get them to stay quiet in the pew on a regular basis, much less expect them to stay in the pew, stay quiet, and keep their noses and mouths covered the whole time.

However.

When I suggested that maybe I should stay home with the younger ones, Jack immediately said that he wanted to go, and of course Poppy wasn't going to be left behind. So we had to come up with masks for all of us.

We have one fabric mask our neighbor made and gave to us, two hospital-grade N-95 masks that A. bought about a year ago to have on hand for sanding projects and so on, and a lot of large cloth napkins.

The professional masks are actually pretty hard to breathe through (props to the medical professionals who wear those every day), and we weren't expecting to be in close proximity to anyone, so I decided not to use those.

Charlie wore the one fabric mask, and the rest of us wore the cloth napkins, tied bandito-style around our faces.


Not technically required to wear a mask, but not about to go without one if her brothers had one.

We had a really fun few minutes before leaving for church when we were trying to figure out who would wear what, and the children complained that the (clean) cloth napkins smelled funny, so we tried rubbing them with lime, and then I put a tiny bit of the perfume I never wear on them.

Chanel Number 5-scented bandito masks are the latest word in luxury.

I found my napkin-mask extremely hard to tie because of all my hair that kept getting tied up in it, and I also found it very hard to keep up because it stretched out just a teeny bit. The kids did really well, actually, although they did all escape with me halfway through the 35-minute service when Poppy announced she needed to pee*.

There's no bathroom in our church, so I had to bring her outside to the village's public bathroom. The three boys all came with me, and as soon as we got out the door, ripped off their masks and started gasping theatrically.

But they did keep them on the whole time with minimal complaining, although with a lot of slipping and readjusting. We need to get real masks with elastic to go around the ears, because I guess this is the new normal.

* She also informed me, at full voice in a quiet church, that she needed to poop. Two-year-olds are not known for discretion.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Saturday Cooking School


This week's ridiculous episode with baked beans, chronicled in irritated detail in yesterday's post, resulted in two smart women who know what they are talking about telling me what I did wrong.

Hooray for smart women.

And now, so we can all be smart people ourselves--at least when it comes to baked beans--I will share their wisdom with you.

The MiL was the first to weigh in, telling me it was most likely the vinegar that was the fatal ingredient. The MiL actually worked at the famous Boston restaurant Durgin Park when she lived there. She has eaten and made many authentic baked beans, and I should have asked her before I made any baked beans, obviously.

Confirming evidence came from a reader, Tara, who very kindly e-mailed me to let me know that she "knows usually random science trivia" (her words), and told me this:

. . . while the age of the navy beans might have been an issue, it was likely more the addition of the vinegar to the sauce pre-baking that caused the eternally unbaking baked beans problem. Acids do something to the seed coat (outer layer) of beans that makes it tough and generally impervious to water. It's like putting a rain coat on each bean. So if you add some vinegar at the start of the cooking, you can cook forever and still have nice firm almost-uncooked beans. The solution is easy -- just add the vinegar (or whatever other acid you might be adding, like that squeeze of lemon juice) after the beans have hit the texture you want. Naturally, this doesn't help your current pot of beans, but next time! :)


So now we all know: Stay away from the vinegar until your beans are soft, or they will never GET soft.

The end.

Friday, May 15, 2020

Friday Food: Cursed Baked Beans


Friday

Short version: Curried split peas, garlic bread, fried eggs, roasted carrots

Long version: Unsurprisingly, the children who ate the curry--that is, all of them but Charlie--very much enjoyed dipping their bread in their curry.

I was considering making sourdough naan, but then I remembered the pita bread and decided to save myself the shrieking of the smoke alarms.

Saturday

Short version: Carnitas-style pork, rice, green salad with ranch dressing

Long version: The pork was this giant package of pork A. picked up at the grocery store a few weeks ago that was just labeled "pork for tamales." It was big chunks of what looked like pork butt, and it cooked up very nicely. I appreciated that it didn't have a bone in it, so there was actually very little waste.

Literally just as I was about to start dishing up dinner, another of our elderly-lady neighbors (not Miss Amelia) called and said she had some cheese she wasn't going to eat and would we like it? So A. sent the boys over there with a loaf of bread, and they came back with the cheese and TWO ENTIRE kitchen garbage bags full of food.

"Some cheese," huh?

Included in that spectacularly generous haul were two avocados. One was too far gone for us--the chickens very much enjoyed it--but the other was fine and needed to be used right away. So we had an avocado in our salad, and it was very exciting.

Sunday

Short version: Same pork, oven fries, same salad (minus the avocado), chocolate chip cookies

Long version: When I was about ten years old, I remember at a restaurant my dad telling me I had to order something besides salad and french fries. Because that's all I ever wanted to eat.

And now here I am thirty years later, and I still just want to eat salad and fries.

Therefore, I made myself some salad and fries for Mother's Day. Plus some leftover pork, to make it a bit more balanced. (Happy, Dad?)

The chocolate chip cookies I had actually made several days before, but I froze some for Sunday so I wouldn't have to bake again. I let each child have two cookies this time, and they were gratifyingly amazed at my largesse.

One of the ewes very appropriately had a lamb this night, and I took a picture for you:


Okay, so it's four days old in this picture already, but still: AWWWWW.

Monday

Short version: Pulled pork sandwiches, frozen green beans

Long version: Is this the same pork that I cooked on Saturday? Yes, it is. Made more exciting by cooking the leftover pork with barbecue sauce this time.

Tuesday

Short version: Not pork! Cheese pizza, green salad

Long version: Since I was making bread, I used some of the dough to make one pizza. It had green garlic and fresh basil in addition to the cheese. This time I decided to try a method for the sauce that the person who wrote about it swore made for the best pizza ever. The tomatoes aren't cooked into a sauce before they're put on the pizza, but rather just drained and spread on raw.

Since one more pan to make pizza sauce sometimes feels like the proverbial straw on this pizza-making camel's back, I thought I would try this.

Yeah, no. It just made the crust soggy and didn't taste as concentrated and good. As I suspected. Never again.

The same neighbor that gave us the cheese+bags o' food dropped off yet more food this day. The county delivered a box of food to every senior citizen in the county, and she said she couldn't eat it all herself, so she gave some to us.


My favorite is the can of spinach that's called "Freshlike." Not really fresh, but freshlike.

Wednesday

Short version: Bunless hamburgers, oven fries, frozen green beans, and the g--d--- baked beans

Long version: Can we talk about the baked beans? I really need to talk about the baked beans.

It all started with the white navy beans that were in the box of food Rafael gave us a month ago. These are traditionally used to make baked beans, although I haven't felt motivated to actually start with dried beans and make baked beans.

But then! Early on Monday, I decided I was ready to make baked beans. So I quick-soaked half the bag of beans, added all the stuff to them (bacon, onion, vinegar, maple syrup, ketchup), and put them in a 300-degree oven. There they stayed for six hours, at which point they were most definitely not done. Not even soft. So I took them out of the oven and simmered them on the stove for another three hours.

Still not done.

Nothing daunted, I cooled the pot down and put it in the refrigerator overnight, pulling it out in the morning and putting it back on the stove. Where it sat simmering ALL DAY. Like, ten hours. And were they done at the end of those ten hours?

Kind of.

I mean, they were soft enough to eat, but not, like, falling apart and making the beans all saucy, like baked beans are supposed to be.

Just how old WERE these beans?

Cubby and Poppy actually ate some with their dinner, and they tasted pretty good, but I was kind of mad that they were still not as soft as they should have been, so I determined the next morning to simmer them until they were REALLY SOFT, by God.

I put them on the stove, turned the burner to like medium-high to start them simmering, and then . . . got in the shower.* Leaving the beans on.

By the time I got out of the shower and remembered them, they were most definitely scorched. And not soft. I took the top layer of beans out of the pot and put them in another one (leaving the scorched layer on the bottom of the pot, and let me tell you how fun THAT pot was to clean--it was my enameled cast iron one, so it can't be scrubbed hard). And then I just left them there, because honestly, I was SO DONE with the beans.

I still heated them up and served them at dinner, though, even though they STILL weren't as soft as they should have been and definitely tasted scorched. None of the children seemed to notice, though.

After all that effort with the beans, I was almost tired enough to conk out on the front steps with the dogs:


Except Jack beat me to it.

Thursday

Short version: Breakfast sausage, pasta, frozen green peas

Long version: The school Sysco program has started offering five-pound tubes of pork breakfast sausage, which my children were very excited about. It's loose sausage, obviously, so I just fried it as patties.

The pasta had just butter, cream cheese, garlic powder, and pepper on it.

I ate some leftover vegetables with the singular leftover hamburger patty, because I don't actually like breakfast sausage all that much.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

* In my defense, sneaking off for a shower is a delicate operation due to Poppy's possessiveness of my time and person. So when I see a window of opportunity when she's distracted, I have to make a run for the bathroom and get in the shower before she notices I'm gone.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

No More Pencils, No More Books


And this officially ends the most bizarre school year ever.

School ended this year via distance learning on Zoom, because that's what life is like now.

Charlie had his last Zoom class meeting at 8 a.m., during which his class had a pet show and everyone got to show off their pets. The other five students in his class all showed off their dogs. Charlie chose to introduce everyone to Dorito, the chick that Charlie named and that we're pretty sure is a rooster. Not a pet for much longer, I guess.

Cubby had his last Zoom class meeting at 10:30 a.m., during which his class showed everyone the kites they were invited to make and fly this week. Cubby insisted all week that he didn't want to make a kite--it wasn't required, so I didn't insist--but then decided an hour before his meeting that yes, he DID want a kite.

It was made from a coat hanger, a trash bag, and duct tape, and amazingly, actually flew about twenty feet for ten seconds on his sixth try running down the road to launch it.

Jack had his last Zoom class meeting at noon. His preschool class had "Cowboy Day" for their last class, which was hilarious because the teacher showed a bunch of photos from her own ranch and all the kids basically dressed in their, uh, clothes. Since 80% of them actually live on working ranches.

Jack's cowboy outfit is not his everyday apparel, but we do at least have all the correct items.


He was very excited that I let him borrow my hat, which I do not ever let my children use unless it's for a very specific purpose. Because anything they use gets broken.

Then we celebrated with some banana bread. I felt like I should make them a treat since they were missing their end-of-year sugar-binge parties.

And that was it. It was pretty anticlimactic. 

Our daily lives will change very little now, except I no longer have to nag the older two to do their math or force my very reluctant boys to sit still for Zoom meetings on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Ah, summer. You came none too soon.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

For All the Mothers (Ovine and Otherwise)


We have a brand-new mother around here, and for once it isn't me. One of the full-to-bursting ewes had a lamb three days ago. It's another girl lamb, and it was lucky enough to be born during our warm spell and thus did not require any shepherd intervention.

Do I have a picture of it for you? No, I do not. But! I do have a picture of the Megaton cabbage plantation!


Cabbages are just as cute as lambs, right?

Because it is Mother's Day and I get to do what I want, I spent the morning planting out almost all of the starts that were in the kitchen grow box. There are now 12 tomato plants and two pepper plants out in the backyard cells A. prepared for me. They are protected from our vicious winds with the most aesthetic of objects:


Our house is definitely going to be on the next Home and Garden Tour.

I got the idea for the tires from the lady we used to buy milk from. She said they work really well, and you can just keep stacking them up as the plants get bigger. God knows, we have plenty of old tires on our new (abandoned) property. I'm also hoping the heat absorbed by the black tires will keep the plants a bit warmer and happier during our cool nights in the summer.

I also planted out the remaining eight basil seedlings in various places. Those have some attractive plastic milk jugs around them, too.

A. spent the morning cutting up and hauling away the board fence that used to be where that stone wall is in the above picture. It was big, heavy, and awkward, and has been sitting in the middle of the yard near my lettuce for months now. His gift to me was two hours with a chainsaw and wheelbarrow to get it off the ground and out of my way.


Beautiful bare ground, just waiting to be planted with something. More cabbages, maybe?

Cubby nailed up some of the wood to cover gaps in the fence to keep the dogs from racing around that yard and over my carrots. He also used some hinges that had been on the section of fence A. cut up to actually afix the gate to the post to that yard, so now I have a fully-functioning gate there, instead of various propped-up pieces of wood that were always getting blown over in the wind.



After Poppy's nap, A. took all four kids (and the dogs) to our neighbor's canyon so I could sit here in a quiet house. Except it's not all that quiet, because I'm listening to music on my computer. I love music, but I absolutely cannot have it on when my kids are around, because they make too much noise of their own and the combination of them and the music just makes me crazy.

So for now, it's just me and Gary Allan.* And both of us are right where we need to be.

Happy Mother's Day to all my sisters in arms. I hope the day is exactly what you wish it to be.

* It occurs to me that I should be taking advantage of my children's absence to listen to something not appropriate for their innocent ears. Pink, coming right up!