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In the Garden: Cucumbers

Lately I am having a heck of a time keeping up with the tremendous output of cucumbers in the garden.  Somehow, despite the onslaught of squash bugs and cucumber beetles that have been plaguing us for weeks, the cukes have done pretty well.  Only now are they starting to show signs of the bacterial wilt transmitted by those pests, which all of my other squash plants have fallen prey to.

Growing an organic garden is a challenge. Even in a good year, when pests aren’t that awful, it is a chore.  Every evening you’ll find me out among the squash, smashing squash bug eggs and their adult counterparts in an effort to pare down the population.  Japanese beetles get collected in a mason jar every night, shaken well (to stun them so they don’t fly away) and fed to the chickens.

But this year.  This year has been something else.  I knew it would be bad; the warm winter we had meant that bugs would be numerous.  Even so, I was unprepared for the epidemic that we’ve suffered.

Basically, I’ve given up on the squash.  If I had known just how bad it was going to be I’d have invested in some Neem oil,
but I’ve had such success in past years by simply picking off eggs and bugs that I hadn’t bothered.  They are just so incredibly out of control, and it has been in the 100’s here for a few weeks so I was unable to spend as much time as I’d like to keeping them in check.

The good news is we’ve gotten quite a substantial crop of cucumbers despite the bugs.  We’ve also had a bumper crop of surprising little things called “Mexican Sour Gherkins”.  These are tiny sour – tasting cucumbers that look like mini watermelons.

They are terrific for snacking and for salads.  I may even pickle them, which is what I have been doing in mass batches with the bigger cukes.

My favorite pickles are refrigerator pickles, and my favorite recipe for them is adapted from Jam it, Pickle it, Cure it by Karen Solomon.

I slice up my cukes however I want them (I like to do some jars bread and butter style, some spears, some halves).  I stuff each jar with cukes, a spoonful of minced or crushed garlic, a dash of ground cinnamon (the recipe calls for one cinnamon stick per pint jar) , a teaspoon each of yellow mustard seeds and brown mustard seeds, a tablespoon or better of dill, a teaspoon or better of red pepper flakes (more if you like heat), a couple grinds of black pepper, and a few teaspoons of kosher salt.  Exact science, right?  You’ll get to know how to adjust these for taste after your first jar or two. Since you’re not canning it the recipe doesn’t have to be perfect.  It is more important that you end up with the taste you want.

 

Then I fill up half the jar with vinegar (generally you use white vinegar, but I’ve used apple cider vinegar to great success.  I imagine champagne vinegar works nicely as well) and the rest with water.  Then seal and let it sit in the fridge for 48 hours before eating.

They are supposed to last in the fridge for about a month – but let me tell you, we generally eat them all before that.  I’ve had a couple of stray jars hidden in the back of the fridge that go unnoticed for around three months and were still just fine.

 

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Fleeting Puppyhood

I stopped by the farm for a few minutes a few days ago to see how Mister Orzo is growing.

I can’t believe how huge he and his litter mates are!

And don’t tell Susan, but I think I’ve got the BEST puppy in the litter.

Just look at that speckled nose!

Look how nicely he sits and poses for the camera!

Look how he shows off his nice long tongue while his brothers try desperately to get my attention (hey! hey! Look at me! Over here! ME!  Take MY picture!)

Calm and cool.  That’s my boy.

See how all the other puppies want to be JUST like him?

Yup.  I got me one heck of a good puppy.  Too bad we can’t keep him this snugglable size forever.

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Impromptu Post – Storm Party

We had a pretty epic storm Friday night.  Maybe you heard about it?

I was reading in bed and heard the sound of really, really hard rain, and I began to worry about the chicks in the chicken tractor out front – I didn’t want them getting flooded out.  So, I went downstairs to see about getting a tarp or something and happened to glance out the front window, only to see there was no rain.  That pounding, howling, roaring sound was WIND.

Paul had run out to fold up the patio umbrella to keep it from flying away (didn’t matter, it flew anyway), and I ran to help him close the door on the back coop that had come open.  The wind was like a freight train, and above the deafening roar if it we could hear the cracking of trees all around us.  It occurred to us how lucky we were that all of the questionable trees around the house had already been removed. As we were making our way back into the house the WHEELBARROW blew into me.  That was when I started to panic.

Happily, after an hour or so of all of us huddled together in the downstairs hallway the storm passed on, leaving us with power and house intact.

Unfortunately, Juniper Moon Farm lost power, and our our friend Lisa lost power and had her 200 year old oak split and fall on her car.   She’s still negotiating with the power company to come out and remove the power line that is still draped across that mess.

The thing is, we all have wells with electric pumps.  No power equals no water.   We couldn’t let Susan be without water because the temperatures were expected to be up near 100 again, and the livestock would not have made it through the day.

Off went Paul with the big generator to hook up her well.

I couldn’t let Lisa suffer with no water or A/C either, not least because she has a 3 year old and is pregnant.

I stocked up on snacks and Susan took all of the now – thawing meat out of her freezer, packed it over to our house and met Lisa here for a chance to get some relief from the heat.  Caroline, Charlotte and Zac came along (Zac cooked an amazing meal!) as did their farm stay guests who we did not want to leave sweltering when relief was so close.

It wasn’t the happiest weekend for everyone, but we made the best of it and got to enjoy each other’s company and some great food. These impromptu gatherings are actually my favorite kind because you don’t have any lead-up time to fret over a planned party, and there are no expectations that things will be perfect.  We all pitched in to make the best of it for each other, and it made an otherwise terrible weekend rather nice.  Fortunately Juniper Moon Farm’s power came back on later that night, and Lisa has a place to stay with family until hers is sorted out.

This is what community is about; if you don’t have a connection to people near you that you can rely on and who can rely on you, I strongly suggest you make it a priority.  It makes life so much better, even during the tough times.  Especially during the tough times.

 

 

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The Shape of Things To Come

Summer isn’t moving by quite as laconically as I’d like.  It’s almost July already and I have barely tackled anything on my summer to – do list.  This can be blamed partially to my own laziness, partially to the landscaping going WAY past deadline, and partially because we’ve thrown another project on the heap (Paul doesn’t need his home office anymore, so I am cleaning it out in preparation to make it my new sewing room!).

Of course there has been plenty of swimming since we opened the pool this week, and since I have to be out with the kids (as the only adult) that has further slowed me down.  I have done A LOT of reading while they’ve been splashing about.

In more exciting news, though, I ordered a darning needle a few months back for my sewing machine, and I managed to get my patchwork quilt from last summer almost done.  All that is left is the binding.

It’s not the neatest or most precise quilt ever crafted, but I did it ALL myself. And it made good use of all the beautiful Heather Ross scraps that I had hanging around.

Okay, so I might have had a little help from someone with 7 toes on each of his massive paws.

I have told myself I will finish the binding once the new sewing room is all set up (I’ve already bought paint – I can’t wait for it to be done!).  My current sewing spot overlooks the back yard, and it can be a bit distracting watching the work going on out there (and soon, livestock grazing!).  My new spot faces the front, but it will have more light, so fair trade.

Soon I will be able to sit in the dining room with my coffee and see my animals.  We are very, very close.

A few days ago the view looked like this:

As of today it looks like this:

That field back there is deceptively huge.  Our main portion of land sits in a little hollow – a fact we didn’t really realize until we started clearing.  It’s odd; we have our own little micro – climate here.  All of my plants bloom later than my neighbors, who are on higher ground around us.

I kind of like being in a little hollow.  I should have called the farm “Magpie Hollow”.

Hmmmmmm.  You never know.

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In The Garden : Zucchini

Happy Father’s Day!  We’re spending our holiday weekend buried under squash.

The garden has gone fairly berserk with zucchini and yellow squash.  Every year I overgrow them and every spring I always forget and do it again.  This year I am making a note in the farm journal to plant LESS summer squash and more potatoes and peppers instead!

So squash.  We had several days of rain last week and I didn’t venture out to the garden at all.  Once the clouds parted and I could get back out there I discovered some monster zucchini growing under the jungle – like leaves.  I don’t like them getting too big – they’re not as flavorful; but they are funny.  Here’s one next to a normal – sized zucchini:

The same day I harvested the squash I also pulled some carrots and peas.  I can’t tell you how excited I am to grow carrots!  They are far more “carrotty” than any store bought variety.

But while the carrots and peas have been coming in at a slower pace the squash has been taking over everything.  I’ve been sneaking it into people’s cars when they are foolhardy enough to stop by.  I’ve grated some of the zucchini and frozen it in ziplocs for baking later.  I have blanched and frozen slices of squash for use in soups later.  And I am still overloaded.  Fortunately we love squash on the grill, and I also have a smashing recipe for zucchini that even the pickiest ones around here love.  It’s adapted very slightly from Cooking Light.

First you roughly chop up about 8 cups of zucchini (I slice it, then quarter the slices).  Along with it, chop up half a medium sized yellow onion, and toss them in a stock pot with about half a cup of vegetable broth.  You can also use chicken stock, but I have a vegetarian in the house, and it doesn’t make much of a difference in the final dish.

You’ll want to boil it, covered, on medium heat until the squash softens up.  Then remove it from heat and mash it slightly.  Drain any excess liquid.

While the squash is cooking make 2 cups of rice.  Combine the cooked squash and rice in a large bowl and add a cup of sour cream, about a cup and a half of shredded cheddar (we like cheese around here!), a quarter cup of grated parmesan cheese, a quarter cup of breadcrumbs, 2 eggs, salt & pepper.  Mix it all up and spread it into an oiled or sprayed casserole dish.

Bake for about 30 minutes at 350.  You can also broil it at the end to get the top nice and crisp.

Super easy, super yummy, and it uses up a good amount of zucchini.  And if you don’t have any, come over and get some!

 

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The Heebie-Jeebies

I have a problem.

I have 50 meat chicks arriving next week (possibly Monday) and I need to clean out the goat shed to use as a brooder.

There’s a ton of hay and pine shavings and goat and chicken poop in there.  Also a dog crate.

These things are not a problem.  I did a lot of work over the winter breaking up the really packed – down and hardened portions of it.  Now it just needs shoveling out and some shop vac work to make it habitable again.

I have today, Friday, and the weekend to get it done.

No problem, right?  I might even white – wash the inside walls.

I waited until the hot portion of the day had passed, went out with my shovel and began to work.

Until.

That thing is fully the size of my hand.

Paul took these pictures after I ran screaming out of there.  Then he tried to kill it, whereupon it got away and disappeared.

You understand I can’t go back in there now, right?

No seriously.  I know you think I am being funny or dramatic for blog’s sake, but no.  I really can’t go back in there now.

You see the problem?

50 chickens?

No place to go?

Useless goat shed?

You think Paul will let me burn it down and build another?

I didn’t think so either.

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In the Garden: Spinach

Right now the garden is bursting with all manner of leafy greens.  Lettuces, kale, spinach.  Even the beet greens are beginning to cry for picking.  SO many greens, so little time!

This week we are still enjoying an overabundance of kale but also we are able to mix things up with the spinach that is beginning to take over.  I am rather fond of spinach myself: for all my talk of loving growing and picking kale, I think I may actually prefer the spinach!  There’s an unending variety of things you can do with spinach: soups, dips, Spanakopita!  I like to use fresh spinach in place of shredded lettuce in my tacos.  It does well in a regular ol’ salad, and even better in one with strawberries!

This week I made my go -to dish for any vegetable for which I have too much: risotto.   I am a sucker for risottos of all kinds, but my favorite is just a simple white wine and parmesan, plain – as – they- come risotto with some chopped up and sauteed veg thrown in.

To start I gathered a large bunch of spinach from the garden – around the same size as those bundles you see in the produce section of the supermarket.  They weigh probably around a pound. It looks like too much, but it cooks down and reduces A LOT.

I like to thoroughly wash my greens, and not because they are dirty.  In fact, I am completely sure the greens from my garden are far cleaner than those that have been picked in some other state, loaded onto a truck, driven for miles and miles, loaded onto display and handled by various shoppers.

I clean each leaf because of this:

I don’t want to eat bug litter.  You know, if a few little bugs escape my notice and get cooked up, so be it.  But wads of webbing? No thank you.  A hidden chrysalis?  Even worse.  But worst of all, this bit of webbing could (and did) conceal this:

Yeah, you’d notice that big guy in your finished meal.

(The risotto I make is pretty common, and a good, detailed recipe can be found HERE.)

So – I thoroughly wash my spinach, and then chop it up with half a yellow onion.

I saute the onion and some garlic in a bit of olive oil until the onion starts to become translucent, and then I add the spinach.

I don’t want to cook the spinach too long – just long enough to wilt it a bit and reduce it somewhat – then I remove it from the heat and transfer the onions and spinach to a warm plate.  You don’t want to leave the vegetables in for the entire cooking time or they will overcook and lose a lot of their texture and character. We’ll throw them back in at the end.

Meanwhile, I have a pan of vegetable or chicken stock simmering on the stove on low heat, waiting for its turn to be added to the pot. You want it to be hot when it is added to the rice or it will slow down your cooking time dramatically.

You can use either kind of stock for this recipe – I prefer the richness of the chicken stock, but since my oldest is a vegetarian I tend to use vegetable stock whenever I can.

 

Next I add a touch more olive oil to the pan that the spinach has just vacated and I add the dry, uncooked rice.  The idea is to get it coated in oil and saute it for about 3 or 4 minutes – until it starts to become translucent-ish.  Then I give it a good splash of white wine.  I tend to be generous here.

Here’s the thing about wine in cooking: I don’t use “cooking wine”.  I use straight up, run of the mill, whatever’s on sale wine.  I cook with wine fairly frequently so I always keep a couple of bottles of cheap whites and reds around.  You don’t have to be as picky with it as you would if you were going to drink it (although sometimes even that super cheap stuff can be very drinkable!).

Once the wine has mostly been absorbed into the rice you can start adding a bit of the simmering broth, a little at a time, waiting for it to be almost all absorbed before adding more.

It should take around a half an hour to use up all of your stock and for the rice to become soft.  It will start to look almost creamy, and then you know you are ready to finish it up.

At this point you’ll throw your spinach and onions back in along with some parmesan cheese, salt and pepper.  Honestly, I tend to add extra parmesan and leave out the salt.  If you wanted to you could throw in some steamed and chopped asparagus at this point as well.  Artichokes also make a nice addition.  Okay,  I am making myself very very hungry right now.

Once everything is mixed in and heated through you are ready to serve.

A nice and simple risotto like this can make a fine meal all on its own.  Or you can add a fried egg with a runny yolk right on top and make it extra special!

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Interruption By Puppy!

And now, instead of the “In the Garden” post I was going to do, I had to share puppy pics instead.  I put them up on Facebook and realized I couldn’t not share them here as well.

For those of you who hadn’t heard, this past Saturday was Maryland Sheep & Wool.  Susan, Caroline and I drive all the way up there to meet some friends and partake in the wooliness.  Three hours in the car.  We no sooner got there than Zac called and announced that one of Susan’s Maremmas, Lucy, had just had a litter of 7 puppies.  Needless to say we did not stay in Maryland very long.  Which is why I have next to no pictures of the event to post here.

Instead I have adorable puppies to show you:

Maremmas are a livestock guard dog breed that hails from the Maremma region of Tuscany in Italy.  They are big, friendly working dogs that live their whole lives with the livestock they guard.

The best news?

We got to reserve one for us!!!!

I cannot tell you how absolutely thrilled I am and how excited we all are.

Especially the chickens.  They’ll have a full time guardian!

PS – for more puppy pics, click here for Susan’s blog.

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Prison Breach / Chicken Surgery

All of our hard work creating the chicken prison?

The foxes (or foxen, as Jenny Lawson hilariously calls them) laughed at us.

This past Tuesday we awoke to fresh carnage.  Something had obviously made a grab at the chickens as they slept on the perches (which were long sticks hanging in the corner of the chicken prison).  You could tell by the feathers all stuck to the wire at that spot.

Then that same something dug under the wire and crawled under the two feet it extended along the ground into the prison.  This was also the point where it dragged out Prim, as evidenced by all of her feathers left behind:

Everyone else was present and accounted for, but unfortunately Fleur was badly hurt.  At first I thought she was just a bit torn open under her wing, and sprayed her with Blue Kote thinking she’d be fine, since Tevye had similar wounds after his foxen encounter.

Then we noticed under neck.  And down into her breast.  All. Torn. Open.  Her crop was even torn open.  You could see her dinner still in it, dropping out in clumps whenever she’d move.  Not something Blue Kote was going to fix.

I told Emily things didn’t look good and we should keep her comfortable as best we could until…..you know.

Emily didn’t take it well.  SHe sat in the garage with Fleur and cried as Paul and I tried to figure out what the #$*% to do next (the chicken proceeded to poop all over Emily AND lay an egg on her).

First off: no sleeping perched in the corners.  Second: secure the ground wire better.

Paul wanted to line the entire ground area with wire so nothing could tunnel in.  I was worried about the chickens not being able to scratch the dirt if we did that.

While he brainstormed that, I looked up “torn hen crop”on the internet.  Turns out, incredibly, it is totally survivable.  With surgery.

Crap.

Because you know I had to give this hen a fighting chance at least.

In related news: can you believe most pharmacies do NOT carry dissolving sutures?  In fact, every pharmacy I called acted like I was looking for contraband.  I joked with the nurse at the local doctor’s office later that it’s like they thought I was doing open – heart surgery on my four year old.

I managed to get some dissolving sutures from the local dentist (shout out here to Dr. Mera – thank you for helping me save my chicken. You are my daughter’s hero!).

Then EMily and I went to work.

Blindly.  Completely, “I have no idea how to do what I am doing” blindly.  All I knew is her crop needed to be sewn shut, and it was now or never.

No, I did not take pictures.

Emily held her while I used a lot of saline to clean it out, sewed up what I thought needed to be sewn, stitched her breast skin back together, sprayed a shit – ton of antibacterial wound spray on her, gave her antibiotics, and set her up in a clean space in the garage.

That was Tuesday.

This is today:

She is still eating, drinking and pooping (which I hope means I didn’t actually sew her crop completely wrong, thereby preventing the food from ever leaving it) but she is not making much effort to leave the box .  My guess is having your chest stitched back together without anesthetic makes you pretty damn sore and you don’t want to move much afterwards.  The skin at least does not look puffy or swollen, and it looks to be healing over.

She also gets upset when she sees the neighbor’s outdoor cat wandering around (the cat has adopted us, apparently, and has no interest in chickens) and she bawks madly, puffing up and pacing around frantically.  She has also started fighting me when I go to give her her antibiotics.  I think she may actually make it.

As for the prison – Paul decided yes on the welded wire covering the ground, except at the very center.  Where he made them a sandbox to scratch in.  Then he built a frame for perches over top of it.

I am not saying nothing will get in.  I will not tempt fate again.   I also don’t know if I will ever be able to free – range them again either.  Which is sad, because i will miss those dark orange yolks from all the grass.

They come at too steep a price, though.

 

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Lizzy Project Complete!

A month or so ago I teased y’all about a project I was working on with Lizzy House’s  Hello Pilgrim.

Well, it’s done!  And I am pretty darn happy with the results.

The pattern is Sew Lisette’s Traveler Dress, with mods.  The shirt dress pattern was the closest I could find style – wise to what I had in mind, but the skirt wasn’t quite full enough.  I didn’t want a straight shirt – style, nor did I want a too – full skirt, so I added a slightly flared panel on the sides.

My only complaints are that I made it not – quite long enough (another inch would have been my perfect length) and the top isn’t quite as fitted as I’d like around the collar and underarms.  Otherwise I am quite pleased with it.

It’s darn comfortable and I adore the fabric, so I think it will get plenty of wear this summer, especially as it works well with my farm boots!

Then again, Hunter boots do look good with just about anything!