7 inches. 7 heavy, penetrating, soft, dreamlike inches of… SNOW! (What did you think I was talking about, pervert?) I don’t mind being cold. As long as there is snow. I don’t mind the overcast, dreary days of winter. As long as there is snow. I don’t mind being stuck at home because of the … More 7 Inches
I am a terrible chicken mother. Two weekends ago, our family brought home 13 chicks from the local farm and feed store. We’ve raised chickens before but haven’t for the past couple of years. To be honest, raising chickens from chicks is a royal pain in the ass. We swore up and down that we would never cross … More Bad Chicken Mother – Shut Yo Mouth!
A week and a half ago, approximately 30,000 honeybees were delivered on my front doorstep. I have to admit that I was a little surprised to see my purchase of three, 3-pound boxes of bees delivered. I must have a ballsy mailman. Bees in shipment are notorious for picking up “hitchhikers” or other honeybees in … More Amateur Hour in the Bee Yard
My little experiment has begun! Researching kombucha recipes online, I found that the suggested ratio is eight tea bags to one gallon of water, with one cup of sugar dissolved in. Of course, I can never leave well enough alone and had to tweak the recipe; in order to mask some of the vinegary taste, I prepped my kombucha last … More Let’s Get This Kombucha Started!
I am flipping ecstatic right now! Guess what showed up in the mail today? Huh?! Huh?! No guesses?! My SCOBY! What in the hell is a SCOBY, you ask? SCOBY stands for Symbiotic Colony Of Bacteria and Yeast, and can also be known as a “mother” or “mushroom”. Don’t be confused; this is no fungi, but a … More It Has Arrived!
Describing my dad’s garden in Brussel Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave must have got me in the mood for my garden, because last night, after the kids were in bed and the dinner dishes done, I couldn’t wait to start my seeds for this year’s garden. Armed with a pair of tweezers and … More You Say Toe-may-toe, I Say Toe-mah-toe
We started our chicken adventure in the spring of 2013. We bought six chicks, each member of the family picking out and naming their own. My husband and I tried reasoning with Alaina, the oldest. The scrawny little chick she picked out probably wouldn’t even make the truck ride home, we tried telling her. It … More Chicken Shit and Eggs
… My husband drives a snow plow as a profession, and I am the one shoveling eight inches of snow off a 1000+ square foot drive….
It is the same thing every winter – around mid-February, I start pleading with Mother Nature to please, please warm up. Don’t get me wrong… I have learned to accept the cold, being holed up in the house, the lack of daylight, and the occasional dumping of snow that accompanies a Central-Illinois winter. I actually, … More The Mitten Monster
