Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Is A Presidential Pardon In Order?



The children woke up to snow yesterday, which caused an unbelievable amount of excitement.  I have never seen them get dressed so quickly.  Snow in Las Vegas causes that kind of excitement.

It put a giant kink in our morning routine, which caused Greg to tell me I was bipolar at one point, when people were stripping off wet clothes and shoes and we had FIVE MINUTES TO LEAVE.

They were so sad to leave the snow in the backyard and go to school.



I wasn't the least bit sad.  Fly away my little birds, your momma needs a break in the nest.

Tomorrow I am going to have to remember to post about the new terrible phase Austin is in.  He is giving me a run for my money and it is wearing me down.



This much snow was far too dangerous for the children to play in, so they were ushered into their classrooms immediately for their safety.

I zoomed away from the school and went to survey the crop damage on the urban farm.


Being a farmer is so risky.  Farmers were the first real gamblers after all.



Everything was fine.  It is all ready to eat, RIGHT NOW.  Like this very minute and I do not have enough freezer space.



This is the first year my cauliflower did not get all moldy.  I think going to the drip system really cut down on the mold.



I went across the street to check on my girls.  Look how lovely my Barred Rock looks now that Carrot Top is dead.  All her feathers are back in.  Those girls must be so much happier now.  That's our turkey, Christmas.  As you can see, he did not make it to the dinner table on Christmas.  Bob decided he wasn't big enough and we would wait and eat him for Easter.

But GUESS WHAT?

The most remarkable thing happened.  Christmas is A GIRL!!!!


And she is laying eggs!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?????!!!!!!!!!!!  Which means we ate her sister at Thanksgiving, because those two looked exactly alike and had no waddles.

And does anyone remember me saying over and over and over how nice and tame and lovely my turkeys were?  That's because THEY WERE GIRLS.   We bought those at the feed store too, so I do not get it.  You do not normally raise female animals to eat.  When you have a piece of chicken or beef, those come from male animals.  You do not raise females for meat.  Males are bigger and meatier.  Females are used for breeding and only a select few males are kept around to sire the offspring.  Make note of that you patriarchal freaks.

So, wow.  I would keep her forever if she didn't weigh 30 pounds and eat as much as a large dog.  Should she get the Presidential Pardon?  What should we name her?

Turkey eggs are totally edible and supposedly delicious too.  I would estimate the size of the egg at a little bit larger than a double yolker.  Now I can't wait to have a broccoli and cheese turkey egg omelet today.  I will crack that baby open as soon as I am done with this post.

YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I told you being a farmer is a gamble!

17 comments:

  1. Your broccoli and cauliflower are GORGEOUS! And the omelett idea made my mouth water. Lucky you!

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  2. susanr6:21 AM

    I am laughing out loud about that amount of snow being "dangerous" for them to play in so they were immediately ushered into school. I'm in Michigan, so that is truly funny!

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  3. Ah, turkey eggs! We ran a turkey hatchery when I was young so turkey eggs were a staple. My Mother used to make turkey egg-salad sandwiches. They were delicious- the only kind of egg my now-38 year old son would eat. Maybe his Grandma's touch had something to do with that.

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  4. And PS- I agree- your broccoli and cauliflower are gorgeous.

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  5. How do you keep the bugs off the brassica plants??? I hear that's the biggest problem with growing them here, and that's what I'm most interested in having in my garden this spring! Pain in the butt!!!

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  6. adgrow10:53 AM

    I'm so bitter. I planted a fall garden in GA, and right when my broccoli, cauliflower and lettuce were ready, SURPRISE!! we move cross country. I did not get to eat one single bite.

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  7. I can't wait until you get an ostrich. Those eggs are ginormous! LOL! Wow, snow in the desert, looks like a riot!

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  8. Anonymous12:08 PM

    We loved the snow too here in Vegas.
    I let my kids stay home for a few hours to play in it.
    Life is too short and since we NEVER get snow to play with it seemed like the right thing to do.

    We got up played in it and then get dressed, hot breakfast and then took them off around 10:00.
    This is the chance of a lifetime and we took it!

    Snow was melted by 11:00 so I'm glad I did.

    Can't wait to read about Austin.... what is that little cutie up to?

    Sue from Vegas

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  9. Anonymous12:19 PM

    seriously, those were your very own broccoli and cauliflower plants? or were they photos from the internet? crazy perfect -

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  10. Loren- we don't really have bugs. I do get caterpillars on my cabbage, but they die when we go below freezing. The Crazy Tomato Lady uses diatanaceous (sp?) earth diluted in water as a spray. You just have to make sure it is food grade.

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  11. Anon- Those are genuinely mine. This is my best year in a long time. Last year was a flop and my cauliflower was all moldy. If you need a perfect broccoli or cauliflower photo, feel free to steal mine. :>)

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  12. Anonymous1:46 PM

    Oh, poor Thanksgiving! Nobody on your poultry boards ever mentioned those looked like hens? I am glad she didn't get bumped off. You can buy both hens and toms in your local freezer section, of course. We always get a hen because there are only three of us here. I am trying to think of a transsexual name and all I've got is Rue Pauline?

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  13. Oh you have to keep her now! She can be the big neanderthal sister to all your poor pecked upon hens!

    And no comment about the snow. Big wussies.

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  14. Anonymous3:54 PM

    Hey, will your remaining rooster be hitting on that turkey girl? It might be funny to watch him try. I never knew they crossed boundaries like that, but didn't you say you acquired some turkens?

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  15. Anonymous12:06 PM

    never dawns on me how addicted to your blog I am until I go to read the day's post and there isn't one! OMG - withdrawals - thinking of you.

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  16. Anonymous9:55 AM

    Actually, chickens raised for meat are called broilers. Chickens raised for eggs are called "egg-laying hens." Egg-laying boy chickies get thrown into the grinder or find another unpleasant end. :(

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