Friday Food: Delayed Shepherd's Pie

Friday 

Short version: Milkshakes, vegetarian fried rice

Long version: Second try for passports, which required a 100-mile drive to the post office in the small city. Our appointment was for 2 p.m., although we were about twenty minutes early. The post office employee was very efficient, and we were out out of there within half an hour. Then to the grocery store, and then to Sonic for the milkshakes with which we bribed the children to travel that far on the first day of their weekend for something not very fun.

We got home around 5 p.m. and I used leftover rice and eggs, plus pickled onions and frozen green peas, to make fried rice. Not that anyone ate too much. They were still pretty full from their milkshakes.

Saturday

Short version: Burritos, sausage, radishes, grapes

Long version: Dinner went all wonky this day. I had originally planned to have shepherd's pie, and made one in the morning. But then the football player had to be at the field early to set up for the varsity game and it was pretty hot, so I decided to save the shepherd's pie for the next day.

I gave the football player a burrito made with cheese and leftover chili at 4 p.m., before he left. But of course, everyone else wanted one, too. Three burritos, coming up.

Then the eldest came home from work just after that, and he wanted to eat. So he got a burrito and also two jalapeno/cheese sausages.

And THEN, when I got home from dropping the football player off, A. and one boy had the rest of the sausage. Boy had one leftover hamburger bun. A. had tortillas and cheese. Both had radishes. Poppy and everyone else had grapes.

Food and people everywhere, but everyone fed.

Sunday

Short version: Not shepherd's pie

Long version: Another dinner that was not what I had expected. This was the day of the branding when we went into the ER in the afternoon. Everyone ate a late lunch at Sonic, so no one was very hungry for dinner. I hadn't eaten much in town, so I had the leftover fried rice. Anyone else who was hungry got themselves bread and peanut butter.

Monday

Short version: Finally shepherd's pie, not fried lemons, chocolate pudding with cream

Long version: Shepherd's pie is technically made with lamb, and this was made with beef which I guess makes it a cottage pie. I feel like that's unnecessarily pedantic, however, and everyone can assume I used ground beef in my shepherd's pie.

Anyway. We finally ate it.

I also sliced up a bunch of yellow squash I had been given and roasted those while the shepherd's pie was in the oven. One son came by to investigate dinner, saw the squash, and said, "Oh, fried lemons."

I guess I can kind of see it, but no.

I had made the chocolate pudding on Saturday for our Sunday dessert. However, given the milkshakes everyone got at Sonic on Sunday, I decided to save the pudding for this night instead.

Tuesday

Short version: Pizzas, cucumbers, ranch dip, leftover pudding

Long version: Baking bread, making pizza. Since everyone in the family now seems to like vegetable pizzas, I made one pepperoni and one with vegetables. This time I used finely chopped collard greens, leeks, and some banana peppers from commodities. I didn't think they were too spicy, and they weren't very spicy when they had baked on the pizza, but the skin on my hand burned for hours after removing the seeds from and slicing two dozen of those peppers (mostly for the freezer, not the pizza). They definitely had some capsaicin in them.

Good pizza, though.

Wednesday

Short version: Leftover pizza, more cucumbers, soup, zucchini bread

Long version: I made soup mostly for myself because it was rainy and cool and I wanted it. I used chicken stock from the freezer, some extra ground beef and vegetable mixture from making the shepherd's pie, onion, garlic, tomato sauce, carrots, and an expired can of Veg-All I found in the pantry.

It expired just a few months ago and smelled and tasted fine. Don't worry.

I also threw in a can of green beans and some of the instant potato flakes we keep getting from commodities. And as so often happens, the soup completely filled the pot.

Like the stone soup story. Except no stone.

It was a good thing I made the soup, because there wouldn't have been enough leftover pizza for that to be all of dinner. But the pizza and the soup together was enough.

Pizza and soup is actually a really good pairing.

I had made the zucchini bread when I was baking the shepherd's pie on Monday, to use a single large zucchini-like squash I was given. Poppy had been asking when I would make zucchini bread again, and I promised her I would when I had zucchini. I used this recipe, making a recipe plus a half because I had three cups of shredded squash, and baking it in two smaller loaf pans. I don't put the sugar on top. No one misses it because I've never done it.

Thursday

Short version: Homecoming tailgate food, leftover shepherd's pie at home, peaches

Long version: The school we have a sports co-op with had their football homecoming this week. This night was a pep rally tailgate party at which hot dogs, hamburgers, and chips were provided. I don't always go to homecoming events at this other school, but I went this year because we have a football player again. Poppy came with me. The three at home had leftover shepherd's pie.

We also had quite a few cans of peaches from commodities, so I put some in the refrigerator and everyone had some when we got home from the pep rally.

Refrigerator check:

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

A Different Branding

Branding is a big part of life in this cattle country that we live in. New Mexico takes brands very seriously, and everyone who has livestock needs a brand. We even had to register for a brand with our tiny sheep flock.

Because of the number of cattle ranches here, and the number of calves born on those ranches every year, every year sees a lot of branding. It's most commonly done in late spring, mostly May, and those weekends get very busy as every ranch brands all their calves.

Sometimes, however, there are summer calves that need to be branded in the fall. That's what happened for a small part of our friends' herd this year. I got a call on Thursday that they had about a hundred small calves that needed to be branded and they were hoping we could bring the boys to help flank on Sunday.

Flanking refers to grabbing the calf and flipping it onto its back, and then holding it, so the branding, vaccinating, ear tagging, and castrating (if necessary) can all get done. Flanking is a two-person job. The person in the back grabs one of the back hooves and holds on so the person at the head can flip the calf onto its back by grabbing the opposite front hoof. Then the front flanker pins the calf by its neck while the person holding the back hoof hangs on and leans back. In this way the calf is (mostly) immobile for the people with the branding iron, needles, and knife or bander (depending on if the castrating is going to be an immediate cut-'em'-out or a banding job) move in to do what needs to be done.

Flanking is very hard work. It's dirty, physical, and somewhat dangerous, especially with bigger calves. Mostly when the calves are bigger, the preference is to have draggers on horseback. They rope the calf around a hind leg and drag it to flankers to hold and flip.

These calves were very small, and this ranch doesn't use horses, so these calves were just grabbed and dragged by the flankers. This process is known, amusingly, as "mugging."

This ranch is owned by a family we know fairly well. Their son is just a little younger than our youngest son, and he wanted to try flanking for the first time. He wanted our youngest son, who is now almost 12, to try for the first time too. Our older two boys have flanked already, although always with horseback draggers. So we brought everyone down to the ranch right after church on Sunday to help.

This ranch is waaaay out on a dirt road. We drove 40 minutes from the village on a dirt road before getting near the branding pens.

Adventure Van has a very dirty windshield.

Our son's friend came to meet us on his four-wheeler when we were close to the turn-off to the pens, so he could lead us there.

Follow the four-wheeling leader.

The pens were just in the middle of the range off a dirt track.

Good old Adventure Van, still adventuring.

The calves were split into two groups of about fifty each, in separate pens.

The second group waiting their turn.

There were a lot of people in the work pen. Besides three teams of flankers, there were two older men who helped with the more frisky calves, and about six women and girls who did various jobs like vaccinating, a nasal spray of some kind of medication, castrating, ear notching (to identify steers and heifers at a glance), and ear tagging.

Crowded in there.

Because there was no electricity there, the branding iron was heated by a generator. What with the bawling calves in the pens, their mooing mothers outside the pens, and the generator, it was very, very loud. Also very dirty and smoky, as the crew working in the dirt pen kicked up dust and applied the smoking brand.

Our older two boys worked as a team, younger at the heel, older at the head.

Workin' hard for the money.

The youngest boy and his friend worked as a team, too, with the smaller calves. They learned how to grab and flip the calves pretty quickly, but they were too light to hold the calves themselves. The older men stepped in to help with that. Weight is important when one is wrestling and holding an animal.

Poppy got conscripted into notching ears. She could only do this with the heifers, who apparently had thinner skin. The bull calves were harder. A slightly older girl did those, along with the ear tags.

A. and I were pleased to stand outside the pen to watch the action and hand over water to the children at intervals. Until just after the second fifty calves were in the pen and the eldest son got kicked in the hand by a calf. The hoof hit right at the base of his thumb, and then he couldn't move his thumb at all.

Dang it.

Injuries are not uncommon at brandings. Almost everyone winds up with a bruise from getting kicked. Some people get broken bones. We were really hoping this wasn't a break, given the small size of the calf that kicked him, but of course, the only way to be sure was an x-ray.

A. stepped in to take his place as flanker while a lady who does wilderness search and rescue splinted son's thumb with a cleverly cut piece of a water jug top and some bandages. By the time we got him splinted, the branding was almost done, so we waited until the last few calves were done before driving to the hospital to get his hand x-rayed.

Of course, driving to the hospital was not as quick as it could have been, given our location. We had to follow that same dirt road another forty-five minutes in the opposite direction before getting to a paved road, which we drove on for another forty-five minutes before getting to the small city that has an ER.

A. dropped the patient and me off at the ER and took the other kids to the Sonic right next door for lunch.

The hand was duly x-rayed.

On a nifty mobile x-ray machine.

It wasn't broken, just sprained. Thank goodness. He got a brace and a pain pill and we were out of there within an hour. 

Despite the unfortunate injury, everyone had a good time. Brandings are actually pretty fun. Kind of like a work party. The kids love them, and I'm sure we'll be going back there again in the spring for their bigger branding.

We'll just hope there aren't any high-kicking calves with good aim next time.

Snapshots: Flowers and Flame

We have far too many boxes of macaroni and cheese, thanks to commodities. I tend to use the pasta from the macaroni and cheese and not use the packets of cheese powder. So the last time I dredged pork chops in egg wash and flour, I mixed the extra egg and flour with some of those extra packets and microwaved it quickly, topping it all off with some nasty grapes. For the chickens.

Surprisingly colorful. They loved it.

 It was quite cloudy and dim on Wednesday morning when I woke everyone up for school.

And that means breakfast candles!

I like it when I can have both fresh flowers and candles on the table. The light from the candles is much more mellow and orange than it shows in the photo, and it lights up the flowers very nicely.

The next morning, the older two boys left at 4:15 a.m. to go with their FFA chapter to the New Mexico State Fair. I didn't have to get up with them, but I can't sleep if there's movement and light in the morning, no matter how early. So up I got to say good-bye to them. And then I had a LOT of time for my coffee.

No sign of dawn out that window.

I am pleased to tell you that Odin's gross wound that he kept licking has healed. It required several sessions in the dreaded t-shirt. He kept getting it off, and then we'd have to put it back on and try to pin it more securely. Eventually, everything healed up enough that he stopped fussing with it.

The great Odini, happy to be wearing no clothes whatsoever.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.