Saturday was an interesting day, as I am now making myself open to whatever happens and not beating myself about the head and shoulders over not focusing on my list(s). I had a good start - four loads of laundry done, sea salt & dark chocolate granola made, refrigerator pickles tucked in the new fridge, water buckets cleaned and refilled, weeds wacked, when I chanced on a Freecycle listing for kombucha scobys. Woot! My poor scoby, which I had so carefully dried to keep it on hand, did not rehydrate well. The offer was limited to that day, so I bundled the dogs into the car and off we went. I am so glad we did! The woman's house was in Vermont, down a gravel road to a dirt road to the dead end. The only house on the road, up in the mountains. It was like driving into Eden. She gave me the largest, most healthy-looking scoby I have every seen. She was in the middle of canning, but took the time to share her vast kombucha knowledge. She was great! It was also great that she didn't have chickens, as I took along a dozen fresh eggs as a thank you gift.
Everything was put aside as I rushed home to brew up some sweet tea. I now have a half-gallon burbling on the counter, with the other half of the scoby in a scoby 'hotel'. That took a large chunk out of the middle of my day, so I settled for steam cleaning the living room rug (Sylvie's coming!) and cleaned bathrooms, counters and swept mounds of orange fuzz. Speaking of orange fuzz, Bertie, aka The Yam, will most likely be going to his new mom this coming weekend. I have, not surprisingly, conflicting emotions about it. But it is definitely for the best, as he deserves a good home with someone who will love him without reserve.
|For Mama Pea - my new|
fridge in all it's packed-solid glory.
The recipe is from Half-Baked Harvest and turned out wonderfully, even with my ever-present alterations. I did not have feta so used ricotta and shredded Pepper Jack, and I added some cooked corn to the filling. I also got to use my new favorite baking dish, purchased for an amazingly low price while shopping with my sister in NH. And it is NOT made in China!
|My grape tomatoes and basil, Marianne's heirloom|
tomatoes. In my beautiful dish.
|Zucchini ravioli on their way into the|
|Zucchini ravioli on their way into me!|
Sunday I made scones for National Scone Week and took them to the barn crew with my homemade blueberry jam. They are now scone converts, having never had a scone before. Speaking of my homemade jam, I have now begun the Great Purge.
|Part two (of many) of the Great Purge|
Sunday was also the day we celebrated my dad's and my second dad's (my neighbors) birthday. Dad will officially be 95 on Wednesday, while Ray was 93 the previous Wednesday. My sister's house was the perfect venue (I love her house) and most of our family gathered - we were only missing my nephew from NH and his family, but they were there in our hearts. A local woman and friend provided live music and it was a very nice get-together. Martha is a very accomplished violin and fiddle player and has a wide circle of musician friends that she can call on for small gatherings. This time she was joined by a delightful and talented young man who played the flute. At my sister's birthday, three years ago (!!) she was accompanied by a keyboard. It was wonderful!
|Tuning up on the beautiful|
|L-R My Aunt Josie (Mom's sister), Bea (Mom#2, |
Mom, Dad, my youngest sister. Foreground:
our fourth sister, Barb, my nephew, Austin and his
lovely new bride, Rachel.
|On the right: my dog-nephew, Jasper, with my BIL, |
and Dad2 in the hat.
|BFFs, Bea and my mom|
|The old cutie, Dad, with his loot.|
I had to laugh - I have been stalking that tomato for days, waiting for it to turn red. It is an orange tomato. LOL!
It's going to be another wild week of unproductive (in list-shrinking terms) days, but I have two friends scheduled to drop by tonight - hopefully during chore time.... then my BFF is coming into town from Maine and I have taken Friday off. Then Bertie goes home with Cynthia Saturday... then, POOF, the weekend is gone! I do still have Sunday, but there is a big festival all weekend at the town just south of me and some of the activities are just too alluring...
Before I sign off, I would like to say a little about a wonderful chicken. Lacy passed away yesterday at the ripe old age of 10. She was an all-around excellent hen. Lacy was a silver-laced Wyandotte that I adopted when my dear, sweet, Rosie had to disburse her flock. Lacy was the matriarch of the henhouse for years, until this one. She had been demoted to the bottom, but the other hens were never hard on her. I will miss seeing her rocket out of the coop in the morning. I will miss her gentle burbles and clucks as she followed me around. Bon voyage, sweet girl.