right now :: mexican sour gherkins

It’s heavy duty harvest time.  There’s a constant to-do of picking, packing, and preserving.  It’s intense and hot and beautiful.  But right now, I’m loving these.  They look like little baby watermelons….mexican sour gherkins

Mexican Sour Gherkins, melothria scabra, technically speaking.  They are a relative to cucumbers, but not close enough to create an issue in our seed saving schemes.  We picked them from a seed catalog on a bit of a whim, with the kids of course.  We only have three plants, but they have covered a tomato cage, in the midst of a row of tomatillos and cherry tomatoes.  And they have borne fruit in abundance, none of it larger than the end of my thumb!

I wouldn’t grow these sweet little things for market, but for summer family snack-time – they’re a winner.

The fruit is crunchy, cucumber-y, and yes, when fully ripe, a tiny bit sour.  In the morning, before the sun begins to roast the garden, it is a great pleasure to make this tiny harvest.  If Levon doesn’t eat them all, I may make a jar of pickles from them yet!

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forwarding the fowl

IMGP1799My boy is a chicken fanatic. I know I’ve mentioned that many times before but I’m saying it again now: Ira loves chickens. At this point in his chicken-fancying career, he seems most intrigued by the many different (especially rare) breeds of chickens that are available. He likes to place a big chick order from a hatchery each year. Then, once those chicks have matured, he likes to let all of those strange varieties of chickens cross-breed with one another and set the eggs in his incubator or under a broody hen, just to see what the outcome will be. He says he wants to invent a new breed of chicken and I don’t doubt him. Some of the resulting chickens have been quite strange, indeed. Most of the time, I don’t think his cash outlay gets recouped, unless you take into consideration the entertainment/enjoyment factor, which certainly has its own merit. Especially since we don’t go out to movies or buy a bunch of video games to keep the kiddos occupied. Having activities on the homestead that the children are passionate about, and can learn valuable lessons from, is hard to put a price tag on. IMGP1774In our own chicken rearing, Eric and I have always tended to favor old-fashioned heavy breeds of chickens that lay a consistent supply of eggs. Selling eggs at our market has always been a source of cash-flow for us… some years certainly more lucrative than others, depending a lot on the local fox and hawk population. We can proudly say that our style of chicken rearing produces one mighty fine egg. Arguably one of the best eggs you can acquire. Plus, what the chickens do for the pasture, under our rotational grazing system, is incredible (which is another benefit that is hard to put a value on). For the most part, we enjoy keeping chickens and we certainly enjoy gourmet omelets.

But, sometimes, unexpected things happen. LIke a broken leg. Or maybe an unplanned pregnancy. Or a father-in-law enduring cancer treatments. Sometimes all of these things collide and leave a person feeling winded and over the top.

And then sometimes… sometimes we reach a breaking point and something’s got to give. Sometimes, we have to stop beating our heads against the wall and make a change. Don’t we all know that sometimes change is a blessing?

Over the weekend, Eric and I sold our flock of about 100 laying hens to a fellow farmer.(Thankfully, a sweet farming family that were thrilled to find organically produced, pasture-raised, very healthy hens. I know our hens will be well cared for.) We just had to let something go. It was the first big step in lessening our chore load right now. We can always get more chickens, and I’m sure we will again someday. But as it was going, that one more chore might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back.IMGP1773Then, there are those moments we suddenly see what was a burden turning into an opportunity. A win-win situation developing from a severe headache. Or… killing two birds with one stone if you would rather. We have a child that currently has eighty-some-odd young chickens of his own. Eighty-some chickens that are getting bigger and bigger and requiring more and more space to range. We always raise our chicks down around our homestead for the ease of caring for them, but as soon as they are big enough, they get moved up on the hill to the pasture where there is more than enough space. Down in the hollow, our space is quite limited and eighty-ish chickens quickly learn that the outdoor kitchen is a great source for all kinds of treats. Like the shiny perfect tomatoes that were intended for our lunch. Or the melons in bins that might have made their way to our freezer for winter smoothies. Or the cat’s food. Have you seen the resulting mess when a whole slew of chickens have a gorge-fest? Have you ever had to clean that resulting mess up out of your kitchen? Gross. Ira’s chickens were driving me so crazy that I’m afraid to admit that I threatened the use of the shotgun as an option in curbing their errant behavior. (You know I’m only kidding, right?) What I wound up doing was having Ira put a net fence around our outdoor kitchen to prevent his chickens from walking freely into that space. Not perfect, but better than the shotgun. Also understand that my patience might be slightly more compromised than usual as I am seven months pregnant, it’s ninety-five degrees each day with no A/C and I can’t get relief from swims in the creek because I have a broken leg and a hot-as-hell cast. IMGP1781With all of this said, our light bulb moment came when we realized that liquidating our flock would not only lessen a chore and put a little cash in our pockets, but would leave our coops vacant and available to a little boy and his fledgling chicken operation. (This also results in no more chickens in my kitchen!!!) So that’s just what we did. Ira immediately moved his flock up to our coops in the pasture and has officially taken over the Bugtussle poultry operation. In exchange for the use of the coops, feeder, fencing, guardian dog, guardian geese, and solar charger he just has to manage his birds according to our standards (with a little help from Papa, I’m sure) and give us some eggs to eat once his chickens start laying. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

Oksi is even excited about her new charges...

Oksi is even excited about her new charges…

 

two girls, two sweaters

IMGP1804 In addition to all of the baby things that have come off my knitting needles lately, I’ve not forgotten my two girls that also love mama’s hand knit garments. Or at least they give me that impression so as to not hurt my feelings. Whatever the case, the girls each scored a new sweater during this time that I’ve been out of commission. Not that they really need wool sweaters when it is 95 degrees outside, but hey, surely the heat won’t last forever. IMGP1805 I saw this sweater pattern and absolutely loved it, particularly the sweet little pockets that are worked into the hemline. Just right for little shy hands or precious loot. The pattern is “Puddle Duck” by Melissa Schaschwary. {http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/puddle-duck} (I am still having trouble with my hyperlink function, but if you want to look at my Ravelry notes, my handle is bugtusslemama)IMGP1806The yarn is Knit Picks Wool of the Andes. We get that catalog in the mail and I let the girls pick the color they wanted from the broad palette of colors in the glossy catalog picture. Opal poured over the choices for a very long time and settled on gray. “Gray?” I asked… “Yep, gray” was her sweet reply. Livi looked at the selection for all of two seconds and quickly jabbed her finger on the Rooibos heather and walked away. I’ll say, those two small gestures are very indictitive of their two very distinct personalities…IMGP1808