I'm not Martha Stewart. I'm not even close. I'm not a vegetarian. But I do care about what I'm eating and what I'm spending on eating. So, I'm eating local. I hunt and fish. I buy from the local farmer's market. I grow my own herbs and vegetables. And I'm raising chickens, geese and turkeys.
This is my blog of my farming and culinary adventures.
night we heard chirping. Loud chirping we’ve never heard before in all
our time living in the mountains. Loud enough to hear over the TV and
over the fans as they worked toward cooling down the house. My husband
muted the TV and turned off the fan. Sure enough, something was chirping
out there. But what?
Tonight we had a fire moon.
I call it that because in the summer when the forest fires start up,
the moon glows orange in the sky. I wish it were unusual in Montana, but
it’s just not. Fires and smoke every year is the norm until a “season
ending event.” Which is usually the first snowfall.
current goat kid tally was a bit dismal: five bucklings and one
doeling. While I don’t have anything against male kids per se, everyone
wants females and bucklings are considered undesirable since they don’t
tell you a secret if you promise not to tell. My sister thinks I’m a
great gardener when in fact, I’m pretty lousy at it. It doesn’t mean
that I don’t get things to grow. I just never get the garden I’ve always
wanted. But, I have learned some tricks that I’ll pass onto you.