Go check out what Jenna has to say about our adventure thus afternoon.
The other day I posted a link to my current favorite recipe, pannukakku, or Finnish oven pancake. I made it again today because I’m on a pannukakku kick.
Rebecca at Foodie with Family describes this dish as “the love child of pancakes and custard.” You should go check out her site.
Now that our new oven has a window and an oven light, I get to take time-lapse pictures of the pannukakku baking. It puffs!
I wish you could smell what it smells like while it’s baking.
It starts to deflate as soon as you take it out of the oven. Check out that texture!
Not glamorous, but just as good as most peasant foods are.
Go make some, seriously. I recommend doing the variation with 4 tablespoons of sugar and a dollop of vanilla. Baked in a big cast iron skillet, if you have one.
The girls had to spend a little while in a rabbit cage while I cleaned out the brooder.
They’re hard to take pictures of.
Amelia is always checking me out. There she is, looking at us. Captain is right behind her, looking like a small ostrich.
Can I fly out of here?
What about walk through this funny wall?
For some reason, only the Rhode Island Reds are photogenic. The Brahmas and Wyandottes kind of all blend together.
They look like chickens!
Amelia checking me out with her right eye…
…and then her left eye.
What do you think?
Can you tell the difference between a diamond ring and a freeze-dried mealworm? Good, then you’re smarter than a chicken. Luckily, the ring is firmly attached to my finger, otherwise the girls would be playing a grand game of keepaway with my favorite piece of jewelry. Even the shy ones tried to pull the ring off my finger, just in case it was actually a mealworm. (And… yet another sentence I would never have expected to type.)
I mentioned yesterday that I’ve been in less-than-optimal condition lately, what with the toe and my back being sore. Well, I solved the problem of how to bring wood into the house for the woodstove yesterday. Here’s how I did it. There seems to be a law of nature that if a woman asks a man to carry something for her, especially with the implication that he is bigger and stronger and would be rescuing her from a bad situation, that man will almost always comply. Our friend Steve was here working on the chicken coop, and generously carried in enough wood for at least a day or two. This morning the outside temp is 29 degrees and the inside temp is 52, and I didn’t even hesitate to light a fire. Hey, we use whatever resources we have available to us, right? Thanks, Steve!
I’ve been trying to avoid having to light a fire in the woodstove. Lighting a fire means carrying in wood, and with a recovering toe, a sore back, and an absent wife, I don’t want to carry firewood. I managed to convince myself that 55 degrees isn’t so bad. Just put on a sweater, some wool socks, it’s fine. However. This morning when I came downstairs and saw that the INDOOR temperature is 50.4 degrees, I capitulated. There is a lovely fire going in our woodstove. The animals are all deeply grateful, and so am I.
So, two new fun games I’m playing with the chicks. I needed some cheerfulness, so I went and sat by the brooder/tub for a while. Amelia has decided that this is her signal to hop up on my hand, which she did several times. Every time I put her down, she would just come right back. At one point I managed to coax Captain onto the other hand, so I had Amelia on one hand and Captain on the other. If only I had a camera attached to my head, that would have been a great picture for this post. They’re very sweet. The Wyandottes still think I’m the devil. We’ll get there eventually. Not-Captain, hereafter to be known as Uhura, was okay with being held, and the Not-Amelias #1 and #2 also seem okay with it.
Then I brought out the freeze-dried mealworms. (Never would I have thought to be purchasing, using, or writing about freeze-dried mealworms, but life takes you in surprising places.) I’ve been waiting until I thought the girls were big enough to handle the mealworms, and I decided they could have a few tonight. At first I just threw a bunch down in the brooder, but the girls didn’t really get the significance. So I picked up one at a time and tossed them. A little more interest. Finally someone got the idea, grabbed a worm, and started squawking and running around the bathtub. That is when the fun started. Whoever had a mealworm would run and yell, and everyone else ran after her and tried to get it. I started handing out mealworms like candy at Halloween (doesn’t that make you want to come trick-or-treating at OUR house, huh?), and eventually we had mealworm-frenzy chicken bumper cars. It was wonderful.
And people wonder why I don’t watch more tv.
We got some startling news yesterday. Not exactly good, and not exactly bad, but news that means more change for us. I can’t be more specific yet, but I will when I can. There’s been a lot of change in the air and in our lives lately, and it shakes me up every time. Some people recover quickly from those kinds of things, and some of us take longer to adjust.
What it comes down to, and what I cling to, is that I trust Weez, who is my rock; I trust our marriage, and I trust the team we make when we face things together. And above all, I trust God, by all the names we call Her, and I know that there is an abundance of goodness in the world. We will always have everything we need, if not everything we want.
Weez’s version of her weekend home, with lots of pictures.
The Rehab team from work went out for drinks and dinner after work on Friday. I decided on the way back to Lexington to throw a few things together and head home. I just couldn’t wait til morning. I arrived home about quarter to 11. The lights were on and Tanner and Zelda met us at the door.
Even the Maeve and Nisha came racing down the stairs. The homecoming was on. Except for my wife. I had arrived after pumpkin time and she was sound asleep upstairs and never heard a thing! She eventually made a bathroom run much later and realized I was home.
I’m used to the whole a party is happening but dead to the world for 3 or 4 hours after first falling asleep thing since my sister was exactly the same way. I swear there are some people who are so susceptible to the…
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