Saturday, October 29, 2011

Merry Christma..., Um, No. Happy Halloween!

Brrrr. Oops, we mean Booo.
I'm one of those people.  Those people who just shudder when they walk into a store and see Christmas items before Halloween is even over.  It just burns my britches.  So imagine how a good snowfall three days before Halloween makes me feel.

I just got in from snow blowing the driveway.  That's right, snow blowing.  I'm still in denial about all this.  Our weatherman said earlier this week we might get snow from a Nor'easter that was heading up the coast.  He confirmed it last night with a prediction of a foot to fifteen inches for our area.  It's too soon for snow.  Even more, last winter was so snowy that I really didn't want to see another flake until 2012.  Denial set in pretty quick.

So here we are, snow on the ground.  Snow still falling.  And, Halloween has yet to come.  Ross and I spent the morning finishing the winterizing tasks that I thought we had until Thanksgiving to finish.  Nope. I guess all I can do is get a good fire going in the fireplace and settle down our brains for a looooong winter's nap.

Below are some pictures.  Enjoy or at least be thankful that it isn't you!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

It's the Least Wonderful Time of the Year!

Well it's that time of year again. Time to discard all the potted plants, clean the pots, take the clothe's line down, pull the deer fence off the garden fence... In general, it's time to hunker down for winter.  For everything there is a season, and I don't like this one at all.  It makes me sad to throw all the patio plants into our compost pile.  Ross looked a little sour as he cleaned up his vegetable garden.  On the plus side, the chickens have been dying to get into there all summer, and now they have their chance.  I also made a short list of things I need to finish before it gets too cold (which means the next two weeks!).  If it weren't for the leaf show happening all around us it really would be the least wonderful time of the year.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Freaky Friday

Red Velvet Cupcake
Do you remember the movie where the child and parent switch bodies and live the other person's life?  Well that has happened at our home as of late.

In the past week and a half I made a butternut squash & apple soup, molasses cookies, and, last night, cupcakes.  This from a man who never cooks (the running joke is that when I cook we go out!).  To be fair, it isn't that I can't cook because I can-as long as I have a recipe in front of me.  I just don't usually cook because I'm married to someone who cooks much better than myself (and most others) and doesn't need a recipe to work from.

It's funny how things can drive you to do something.  The soup came about from a new restaurant that we lunched at one day.  They served an apple butternut squash soup as an appetizer.  I had never had it, and it was so good.  I wanted to see if we could recreate it so I could have it whenever I wanted.  And, now I can.

The molasses cookies were a lightning strike moment.  There is a soup place (not the same place as the apple butternut squash soup, go figure) that sells these molasses ginger cookies.  Ross and I will split one every so often when we eat there.  While we were at the Bethlehem Garlic Festival getting seed garlic for our vegetable garden (you plant garlic in the fall) we perused a sugar house's booth.  They had blackstrap molasses.  I had the "Aha!" moment that I could make molasses cookies myself.  They were good.  The next day Ross kept helping himself to a cookie every time he went through the kitchen.  Payback!

The cupcakes...
The genesis of the cupcakes starts with Ross playing with Max, then Ross running backwards from Max, and then Ross falling down and hurting most of his right side (and thankfully not falling on Max).  Last night, as he sat on the couch aching, he asked what's for dessert.  We've been together for almost ten years.  I don't think that question was ever uttered to me in all that time!  Not one to let my guy down, I picked up the laptop and started looking for a dessert.  I chose a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting recipe.  I looked at the ingredients and was mentally thinking what I would need to go get at the grocery-cream cheese, confectioners sugar...  I started going over the ingredients list with Ross.

I have this joke about a woman's purse that it is a gateway to a second dimension.  It's one of those things a woman can put her hand into and pull out just about anything, and I mean anything.

I guess Ross' cupboards are the same.  I didn't have to go to the grocery store for one thing (not cream cheese, not sour cream, not powdered cocoa, not even red food coloring-though the recipe called for a bit more than what we had).  Ross continually leaves me speechless.  Well, I whipped him up a batch of red velvet cupcakes, and they seem to be a hit.  Of course now I'm thinking I better stop while I'm ahead.  If I keep this going he might try to make this Freaky Friday thing permanent!

On another note, we had visited our local potter earlier this summer, and he mentioned that he made pie plates.  Ross and I both looked at each other in astonishment.  How did we not know this?  Of course, to our chagrin, he did not have any at that time as someone had come in and bought every single one he had.  Guy, our local potter's name is Guy Wolff, told Ross to bring in his favorite pie plate and he would make him one to his specifications.  Well, every time we remembered to bring the pie plate we never made it there or he wasn't there himself.  Today we finally got there with Ross's pan and to our luck and amazement Guy had several plates already made that were quite similar to the one Ross brought.  We bought two; the one with the cross hatches was closest to Ross' favorite in size and wall slope while the second was sentimental to me.  It is glazed with the outline of Mt. Tom Pond which is a state park down the road from our house.  The design includes an outline of the pond, Mt. Tom itself, and the tower that sits upon it.  The park sits in three towns (Washington, Litchfield and Morris) which are listed in the border around the pan.  So why is this so special?

First, Ross and I have lived in two places since we moved to Connecticut.  The first was in Washington and the second (our current home) sits in both Morris and Litchfield. These are the three towns listed on the plate.  Second, this park is really close to our home.  We pass it several times every week.  It is part of the landscape that I consider our home.  I look at it every time I pass it.  In every season it is beautiful (my most favorite is at Christmastime when this one lone person on the other side of the pond lights up a single pine tree that sits on the water's edge).  Finally, I have fond memories hiking there with Ross.  Note that we took our blog profile picture while we were on the top of the Mt. Tom tower.  The view from the top is breathtaking.

As I said the pie plate was sentimental to me.  Add to it that our favorite potter made it and Ross is destined to add his own charm to it from years of baking, and you have an heirloom in the making.  I bet the pie made on this plate will taste just a bit sweeter, at least to me!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

She's Still a Tough Bird

Squawk.  Blackie, our Black Australorp chicken, is experiencing her first molting.  Molting is the process that most birds go through to refeather their bodies.  To do this they must first lose their old feathers.  A chicken's first molting usually occurs around eighteen months of age and in Autumn.  Miss Blackie is right on schedule!

If you look closely you can see bald patches on Blackie's tail and hind end.  There are little shoots of new feathers growing in all over her body.  I lovingly described her as looking like a roaster chicken with its head still on (Ross was none too happy about that description).  

Molting is supposedly a stressful time for a bird.  You can't tell with our little girl as she still is ruling her roost.  I guess you can say that all the other chickens aren't able to rustle her feathers (ha, ha, ha).

Friday, October 7, 2011

Wooly Bears are Back!

Banded.wooly.bear.side
It is that time of year when the trees start to change from green to various shades of red, yellow, and orange. I love the change from summer to fall. The excitement of apple picking, walks in the woods, and carving pumpkins brings out the inner child in me. One of my favorite things to see in fall is the emergence of the beautiful wooly bears! Yeah! The other day I saw my first wooly bear as I was walking Max up the hill. I looked down and there I saw it crawling across the road. Of course I had to stop and look at it. It made me smile. I immediately picked it up and put it in the woods so it would not get run over by a car. Some memories from my childhood rushed to me as I saw the wooly bear. The smell of the crisp fall air, running through the woods with my brother on mini hiking trips, and putting dead snakes in our sisters' mud pies.  Don't worry, no wooly bears were in the mud pies. He He! Of course, often you would see us picking up the wooly bears marveling at their brown and black colors while they would tickle our arm or palms as we held them. Thank you wooly bear for the memories!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Fresh Eggs for Sale - Update

We have been asked by several people how our egg sale has been going.  I thought I'd give a general update and let everyone know that today is the first day that we sold out of all our stock.  We sold one or two dozen here and there, but always had more in reserve behind those.  Over the last several days we have been selling a couple dozen eggs a day.  With seven chickens we can safely count on six eggs a day.  Take two away a day for our personal use.  That leaves four a day, or three days to make a dozen.  Ross and I have been talking about increasing our flock to fourteen or sixteen. If the demand keeps up we definitely will have to get more girls.