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Showing posts with label cholesterol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cholesterol. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

An egg, finally.


Finally, my wretched lazy hens have produced an egg. It's been about a month and half since one was laid, everyone was molting so egg laying was temporarily on hold. I had no idea there was any connection between these two events. A friendly 13yr old in my community filled me in on this and another egg-raiser friend of mine confirmed it. Who knew? I suppose in a perfect egg filled world not all the hens molt at the same time but this year mine did. As my egg supply dwindled I felt increasingly panicked, close to destitute egg-wise. I love the hope eggs embody, one little egg makes a nice healthy meal. I was finally reduced to buying a dozen commercial eggs and they were lame to say the least, pale yellow yolks and runny whites. These eggs are no competition to mine except that there is a constant supply of them. Anywho, I hope to rebuild my egg surplus over the next few weeks, my guests at Christmas will expect to eat a few farm fresh eggs and I will be proud to serve them.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Redemption

I was redeemed on Tuesday after my bad mothering morning. I took Pearl to the field after school for a little forced labor. She planted a huge row of carrots, spinach and radishes and on our way home I asked her if she wanted to eat at Nina's Cafe. She answered almost vibrating "you are the best mom ever".

There you have it, redemption. All it took was a little understanding and some fried food.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Wednesday

It's Wednesday. I have migrated north for a few days. The land of hi-speed and buck pizza. I learned today that my cholesterol is high. Fuck. Will have to ease up on the spray cheese and cured meats.

Pancake Wednesdays

The nicest thing about keeping chickens is that you are rarely without eggs. On wednesdays I make pancakes for Pearl and this morning there are no eggs in the house. Not to worry, I will throw on my boots and trundle out to the chicken house. It's still dark but I can hear Gloria and Oscar Sanchez crowing.
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