Monday, May 4, 2009

The New Season


I've been getting grief from a ton of people over my absence on the Quarter Acre blog. Well, some people. A few. Okay, my mother wants me to start again.

So- here is what's growing in the Quarter Acre Farm, and what's for dinner.

As a side dish-
LOTS of carrots that I allowed to get too big. So I cut the outsides off the woody cores drizzled them with olive oil, tossed them with herbs and red pepper then roasted them at 450 degrees until they caramelized which took about 45 minutes.

For the main dish, a frittata-
I sauteed red onion (the onions that I planted in early winter are not huge, but now have little red bulbs on them. In using them I chop up the ENTIRE onion; the green part is every bit as good, maybe better, than the bulb, I think) with sage and thyme in olive oil in a large frying pan.

I also have bunches and bunches of spinach in the keyhole beds that I whack down every few days and still I can hardly keep up with it. I used a pound of it, removing the heavy rib and chopping it before adding it to the onion and sauteing until it released a lot of its moisture.

The goose, Jeannette, the duck, Sunny and both chickens, Kalliopi and Klio are laying now. I beat a goose egg, a duck egg and two chicken eggs, (which translates into about 7 chicken eggs) with 3-4 oz shredded asiago cheese, and poured that into the greens mixture, letting the mixture cook on the stove-top without stirring for just a few minutes to set the bottom.

As the carrots were finishing up I put the entire fry pan with the frittata mixture into the oven until the top of the eggs was set. The biggest danger to this is forgetting the fry pan has been in the oven after you've taken it out and grabbing the handle while it is wicked hot, as a friend of mine would say, but the lesser danger is over-cooking.

Let the fritatta cool a few minutes before cutting it into wedges. It helps it hold its shape and lets it release from the pan, and it tastes better.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I'LL BEG IF I WANT TO

On my birthday I put a sign up in the front yard. "It's my birthday- Help me Weed!" The only non family member who actually yanked a weed from the dirt was my 10 year old neighbor who is a wonderful boy who came over to bring me some birthday flowers. I asked him if he had seen the sign in the front yard. He nodded and looked a little worried. Rightly so because I announced he could be the FIRST person to help me weed (So much fun to whitewash a fence!) I pointed out a few and he pulled them. I didn't make him slave for hours. Really. My friend Carol, who encouraged me to put the sign up (as we laughed at the idea on the bike ride) promised to help me weed for 10 minutes if I gave her a 15 minute tutorial. (Fishy)

I DID get this great card (made by eldest son), however.

Within which were promises to weed. Yahoo!


Louis pulled this one for me. No wonder they are so hard to pull with roots like that.

CANNING-PALOOZA?

An exhausting weekend. Melissa and I got together to make grape jelly. Louis began cutting the grapes that grow over our back patio. He brought in grapes, and grapes, and grapes.

I de-stemmed and cleaned SINKS full.

Melissa chopped and put the goo (I believe she referred to it as snot) through the food mill.

This is what we ended up with. Bags of juice, 3 cups each. We stopped here, froze the juice, because there is a limit to what a human being can take.

Next day- I picked the paltry harvest of apples, apple-pears, and pears. Peeled, cored, spiced, simmered.

Enough chutney to last all winter.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

I LOVE MY CHICKENS!

Yes, they are laying. I have been gifted four eggs in three days. Go girls!


Here's a picture of the chicken tunnel, the chicken boat in the background parked a little askew.


And here are the wonderful chickens. Calliope, we have found, is a trick chicken. She jumps! We hold food over her head and she goes from stock still to magically launched about eight inches in the air, plucks the food from our hand- WOW, we are so impressed with her. Poor Clio, she is a wallflower. Quiet where Calliope hums. Doesn't jump...gets pecked if she finds something Calliope wants, even though she is the largest chicken. She's been watching Calliope leaping for the last few days and today, I was almost sure I saw her give a tiny little practice jump. We'll see.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

THE CHICKEN BOAT IS FINISHED, FILLED, AND NO BREAK-OUTS YET

Here is Sam who so very kindly agreed to paint the Chicken boat. Beginning the primer coat-


Finished primer coat.


Painted in a beautiful satin blue.


Saturday we went to Sherry and Dan Fields' place (SO beautiful. Garden, grapes, horses, chickens, lots of land. Made my place feel like the shrinky-dink version) We caught, well I herded and lightning hands Dan caught the chickens. Here are Dan and Sherry dusting the production end of the chicken with de-critter powder. You can see our chicken carrier in the background. 2 laundry baskets bungee-d together.


We drove home with the chickens and a good-natured Sam in the back seat, though Sam did say it was a continuation of his hillbilly summer.


Cleo (Red) and Calliope (Barred) in the chicken boat. They seem to be happy, getting all sorts of treats. When it hit the upper 90's I misted them. Hopefully they're thinking they hit the hen spa and aren't wondering why, after roaming the ranch, they're now being jailed in a two by ten space.

I got excited this morning when I heard the "I layed an egg" cluck. Apparently it was the "I'm thinking of laying an egg" cluck. I am putting the finishing touches on the chicken tunnel today. Pictures tomorrow.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

SNAIL DETERRENT

What's this you say? A snail after having tried to cross the coffee corridor! They cannot get through, for , as you might be able to see, their slimy undersides collect the fine grounds rendering them incapable of gliding, and more important, incapable of making it to my tender little bean plants.

CHICKEN ARK

The chickens are coming, the chickens are coming! (And, in due time, EGGS!) So we need somewhere to put them. I came up with my own chicken ark plan.


First, we get a sheet of plywood.


Cut it into shapes.


Get the Garden Cart out of the side-yard.


Put the chicken ark together IN the garden cart.


Almost done. All that is left: hinges, paint, nest boxes, and, of course, chickens.

Erm, and the chicken tunnel, straw, chicken feed, feeder...waterer... It's always more complicated than it at first seems. Will they like it, get out, lay eggs, what will the geese think? What will the cats think? Will my chicken tunnel plan work? Stay tuned.