I have fallen into good fortune. Amazing wonderful good fortune.
A couple weeks ago, Bob and I discovered a source for free icken-chay food. A source that is so abundant in my city, it's more plentiful than geriatric gamblers.
It's eer-bay ash-may, which is leftover spent grain from the eer-bay making process. It turns out that it is perfectly suited for icken-chays and is 30 percent protein. In other cities, farmers pay for the spent grain from eweries-bray, but in this city, there's no market for it so they just send it all to the landfill.
Unless you show up with your own containers and they just give it away. My girls love them some eer-bay. We've been feeding it to them for 2 weeks, along with oyster shell, cracked corn, and all my table scraps, and our production is above where it was before we started. Even my old menopausal en-hays popped some out.
The only issue is that it comes wet from the eer-bay making process, so I tried to dry it out to increase the longevity and that didn't work. We discovered that our climate is so dry that it didn't even mold up after a week of being damp, so we figure a weekly run to the ewery-bray will keep us going.
I told Bob this will probably stop working once it gets hot. We'll have roaches the size of rats if we try to dry it out in the summer.
The ash-may is different depending on the type of eer-bay they are making. My girls like pale ale better than stout.
I cannot even begin to tell you how amazing it is to be taking something destined for the landfill and turning it into something we eat every day. We are absolutely geeked beyond words.
You know what this means, right?????? Oh, heck yes. I'm ordering meat icken-chays. There will be some neck yanking in my immediate future.
I'm dreaming big now, ladies. If I can grow all our meat for free, I might be able to put one half of one kid in braces. Are you with me??????
Okay, don't tell anyone or I'll have to run you over with my car. This is just between us.
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My husband and I are talking all the time about having ickens-chay, but our homeowners association won't allow it (buttheads). Anyway, I'm always telling him about your developments. By now he thinks you're one of my long lost friends who just happens to live in egas-vay. We really should meet IRL someday so he doesn't think I'm just azy-cray.
I talk about you all the time with my husband too. I call you "my fake friend from Vegas". We are on a juice cleanse right now and I'm searching all over for food co-ops or something like bountiful baskets in our area. But it seems their aren't many that service San Diego. I wonder if that's because of our labor unions or what?? The way we are going through fruits and veggies I need to fall into a great fortune of my own.
LOL! How awesome that it's freeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
just as a fyi..."yangin" might be a key search word. I want ickens-chay so bad. There is an area in Central Houston we could move to (not too far from our house) that would allow it. Is it worth is to sell? Prob not....sad panda.
good grief, I misspelled it...."yanking"
Try your local grocery. They sort through all their "old" veggies and toss them. I go once a week and pick up their "Scrap" box for free. It's enough to feed my 5 layers for almost a week.
ADOC- I'm all over that one! Thanks for the tip!
You have to talk to the produce manager, and sweet-talk them. Some stores have a "no scrap" policy, so you may have to ask a couple different places. Helps if you know someone who works there.
ADOC- I totally know someone that works in produce at a store I go to all the time. I was heading over there today anyway, so it can't hurt to ask!
rats. I was hoping this was going to be about the librarian.
Great score!
In my house, you are referred to as "crunchy granola."
But do those icken-chays stagger around intoxicated? Oh, who cares, really. They at least will be living happy, if brief, lives.
my husband is a homebrewer and our chickens love the mash! When he first dumped it in their pen I was wondering if he lost it, but the birds are happy.
How about I ask my son-in-law who works at Sunflower? He must be good for something!
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