Monday, September 15, 2014
What a beautiful sight.
My weekend goal was to finish the tomatoes. Finito. Over and out. As I hefted the last of the diced tomatoes out of the canner, I did a happy dance. Now the real challenge - going through the stock and sorting out the old from the new, the never-will-be-touched, from the eat-all-the-time. I am gearing up for a challenge - to not set foot in a grocery store for a year. To not buy anything but coffee, oil and grains for a year. I imagine meals will get pretty interesting in the latter months of '15.
It turned out to be a perfect fall weekend. Saturday was mostly rainy - fine for indoor work (of which there was plenty). I picked up feed and stopped to walk with a couple of friends just before the rains started. I did not do my overload of cooking this weekend, deciding to work on emptying the bushel baskets that were haunting me. I did manage to check off a few of the to-dos on my list - clean out the small coop, laundry, clean the cat's room, vacuum. While turning the sheep out into their weekend paddock, I happened to look to the far corner of the front fence. That darned Linden. I finally found where he had broken out - he took down the corner t-post, brace and reinforcement and squeezed his tubby body under the fence. They were in confinement the rest of the weekend - and until further notice. Until I get the time to repair the fence, that is.
As I sat down with a glass of kombucha, enjoying the end of the canning, my dog alarm went off and a friend stopped by with a large bag of plums. Sigh. As soon as the cherry tomatoes are out of the dehydrator, looks like plums are next up.
I still have to deal with the plethora of beets, kale, chard and my winter supply of applesauce. Oh, right. And the peppers. Looks like I better keep the canner out.
Kramer took advantage of the empty planter and brief sunshine on Sunday.