Yesterday was a slow day. I didn’t have to go anywhere. I milked Beulah Petunia. A man came by on the road on a four-wheeler and yelled at me while I was milking her–“Have you seen four cows come by here?” I told him the only cow I’d seen was my cow. When I left with my full bucket, I told Beulah Petunia to keep an eye out for ’em.
My refrigerator is always full of fresh milk, cream, butter, buttermilk, and cheese now, thanks to the BP station.
(I’m planning to order those milk bottle caps!)
There’s always a big bowl of the day’s milk haul.
It sits overnight, waiting for the lovely, rich cream to rise.
The cheese in the two containers stacked to the right of the big bowl is homemade Velveeta. (More on that soon! It’s awesome!!!) And what is that peeking out from behind the bowl of fresh milk and the homemade Velveeta?
Yes, seriously, with all the farm-fresh dairy products in the world here, I buy soy milk for Weston’s vegan girlfriend. I don’t mind. I like her.
I also made her a vegan chocolate cake in the crock pot. (See that post here!)
She brought me swiss chard, beets, cucumbers, and tomatoes from the hothouse at her farm.
Weston brought me petunias for Mother’s Day!
And Morgan cleaned the house for me and brought me this homemade card.
(I’ll have to work with her on how to spell apron.)
I showed her the homemade Velveeta and told her homemade Hershey’s syrup was next. Then I’d be moving on to shampoo and soon we wouldn’t be buying anything from the store! I just say that because she loves her shampoo and it makes her go all huffy like this when I say I’m going to make it.
She’d be a pretty girl if it weren’t that she only has the one eye.
I puttered in the kitchen with homemade cake and cheese and tortillas (the thick and chewy version made with soy milk instead of milk). And no, I didn’t get my fantasy Mother’s Day menu–mostly because my oven is still broken. Plus my kids couldn’t cook all that.
I got everybody else to do most of my animal chores and all I had to do was take cute pictures of the growing ducklings–
–and the growing chicks.
As soon as the chicks, guineas, and ducklings get feathers, they can move to the chicken house. They chirp a lot and Weston complains that they wake him up!
Nutmeg played hard-to-get with Eclipse, so I guess she wanted a slow day, too.
Egg production is down as a number of the chickens have gone broody. The Easter-eggers seem to be doing most of the laying lately. The others are sitting on nests in various locations, sometimes two to a nest as they compete over who gets to be a mama.
Dogs hung out on the porch.
Oh, wait, that one is a rooster, isn’t it? Hard to tell the difference around here.
I like slow days. They don’t happen very often, and maybe they shouldn’t or I’d get bored or lazy from sitting on the porch.
(Not that I could ever get tired of this view.)
I like to putter in the kitchen–to me, a “day off” means lots of time to cook! And yesterday, I got to spend a lot of time in the kitchen cooking aka playing with food.
And cuddling that fat little puppy.
But now it’s Monday. Back to work!
I’m taking time out for that puppy, I don’t care what you say!!!