They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
We have been talking extensively about the modern western economic system in Men's Group recently. Suffice it to say we have a few critiques. I thought about sharpening up my pitchfork, but decided to make sauerkraut and read "Cathonomics" instead. Man invented usury, but God gives for free. I wonder if we can make wine… Continue reading Lord’s Day Dinner: Man Style
Mommy and Evie were fully engaged in Swiss Kids Kamp. I wish I had some pictures of it, but I wasn't there and they were both pretty busy the whole time. Swiss Kids Kamp is an annual kids camp held at the Swiss Sportsman's Club in Bonney Lake, where kids can stay for a week… Continue reading Sunday and Monday Fun
Had a couple of failures with the duck prosciutto. Pulled the last one out of the fridge on Monday June 23rd. It had a final weight of 0.13 kg. Initial weight of 0.26 kg. 50% weight loss. However, when I unwrapped it, a cloud of mold spores flew up and it smelled like a stinky… Continue reading Duck Prosciutto Part 3: failures
Cooking with the kids is so much fun! (Most of the time). Winnie is pretty sure she is big enough to do everything. If you tell her she is too small she assures you with complete confidence "I know how to do it." What she lacks in size, she makes up for in attitude... except… Continue reading Another Food Post: Pie, Breakfast, Duck Breast
We salted and hung five wraps of duck prosciutto on June 3rd. We came back from our Tennessee Travels on June 18th, so I checked on the Prosciutto, June 19th. Initial weights were written on the tape attached to each breast, but I did not record them here so I will have to check on… Continue reading Duck Prosciutto, Part 2
One of the best things about butchering day... The big mess of fried heart the next day. In this case fried in butter with onion, pepper and garlic. Evie and Winnie are both fans of it. Seppi is not. Ellie thinks that it is about the worst thing that ever happened. The daikon radishes bolted… Continue reading Duck Confit and Prosciutto
Little Farm in the Big City 