To cap off March is All about Eggs, t! has graciously provided his famous French Toast recipe: Ingredients Bread. Of course. Eggs. Happy Egg Month! How many eggs you need will depend on the bread’s size and absorbency. Unfortunately, due to inconsistent egg sizes on the part of our girls, and Jan’s pioneer spirit in [...]
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March is All About Eggs – Week 4: French Toast
Posted in cooking, recipes, t! on Friday, March 26, 2010 | 3 Comments »
We lost one.
Posted in chickens, homesteading, t! on Thursday, March 25, 2010 | 4 Comments »
by t! Several months ago now, soon after the first significant snowfall of this winter, Janice came in from her morning coop inspection and told me: “One of the chickens is dead.” Or words to that effect. I don’t remember the exact phrasing any more, but however it was phrased, the chicken was no longer [...]
What the books do not tell you about killing chickens.
Posted in chickens, homesteading, t! on Monday, November 9, 2009 | 8 Comments »
by t! When you raise chickens for meat, the logical endpoint of the raising is, of course, the slaughtering and butchering. And you have two choices about how this will be done: (A) by you, or (B) by someone else. We have decided to kill our chickens ourselves, and the several books we own which [...]
Needle and thread
Posted in crafting, quilting, t!, tagged adaptive clothing, sewing, snow, t! on Friday, November 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
On Tuesday I came home from my regular visit to my father in the nursing home with a half-dozen of his shirts. He hardly has any mobility left, so the nurses/aides have to dress and undress him. I’ve been asked to modify his shirts to make this easier on everyone involved. So I spent a [...]
Some words from The Husband
Posted in t! on Tuesday, October 7, 2008 | 7 Comments »
I go to bed with the sound of coyotes off in the distance, calling. Morning, dawn, drive to the city through the fog, thick fog, Nature’s version of the 3-second rule is when you can only see 3 seconds in front of you. This morning I slowed down to watch the wild turkeys cross the road, wondering if [...]
