Thursday, November 27, 2014



Happy Thanksgiving, my lovelies. Go forth to eat, drink, and be thankful.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Monster I've Created

The other morning both Cubby and Charlie unfortunately stumbled downstairs at 5:45 a.m. I myself had just come downstairs and none of us were at our most chipper. Cubby, as is his habit, immediately requested breakfast. I couldn't face turning on the stove and cooking eggs yet, so I spread some peanut butter on rice cakes for them, poured them some milk, and braced myself on the counter to blearily drink my coffee.

Cubby ran to the table, took a look at my breakfast offering, and said, "That's not breakfast. It's not breakfast unless you cook something."

You heard it from the little emperor first: Unless it's a hot breakfast, it's no breakfast at all.*

* I must admit that I agree and a breakfast of a banana and peanut butter or cold cereal or something is not the way I prefer to start my day. But at least I cook my OWN breakfast instead of demanding labor from others first thing in the morning, CUBBY.

Monday, November 24, 2014

I Hope the Baby Likes Chili

I am now less than one month from my December 20 due date. I haven't washed the diapers, cleaned and set up the baby's room, or purchased any nursing apparel yet, but I do have two and a half gallons of venison chili in the freezer.

And the world's worst photo to prove it.

Yesterday at 10 a.m., A. retrieved the doe from the barn and got to work. He skinned, cut up, boned, chopped, and browned the entire deer (minus the backstraps and tenderloin, which we panfried for dinner). Then he chopped three pounds of onions and two entire heads of garlic. He dumped in several large cans of tomatoes, I added a large amount of chili powder, cumin, and epazote, and by 7 p.m., we had an enormous pot of chili.

So if you've ever wondered, one doe equals 2.5 gallons of chili. I'm sure that calculation will come in handy for you one day.

A. also made a couple of gallons of stock from the bones. I still have to find room in the freezer for that. And enough jar lids.

Then I need to wash diapers, clean the baby's room, and buy nursing apparel. But at least I have the chili. Priorities.