New Feature: POW Bunnies

The chickens get free run of the grounds because they lay eggs. But they’re either too dumb to leave, or they actually like it here.

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  1. cubeland mystic says

    btw how are the eggs compared with grocery store eggs?

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    Firmer whites. Oranger, thicker yolks. A little more richness. But not as good for baking! Unless you let 'em age a few days.

  3. CM,

    Our chickens went on strike during the butt-ass bottom of winter – say -15 degrees around Jan. 3-4.

    We were forced to go store-bought.

    Since then, they've made a great recovery and so have we.

    I concur with Matthew's review – and would only add that one other downside of fresh eggs includes occasionally getting more than you bargain for:

    1) A fried egg turns into an involuntary chicken veal fricasee – when the egg happens to be rather well along in the fertilization process. It's not the feathers that get you, but those little eyes looking up from your red hot skillet – and all you wanted was an egg to put on top of your leftover chili…

    2) Dammit, I will NOT eat green eggs, Sam. One smell does it – you're put off eggs for at least a week. We're still not sure whether it's due to the egg getting lost in the shuffle during collection, a bit of bad potatoe skin devoured by its mother, or the local witch putting random hexes on our chickens. We call it playing "Russian Omelette."

    3) Red blebs (zygotes) in the yolk suck most of all. They gross me out; nonetheless, they're still the only edilbe downside – and so I force myself to cook – and eat – through them.

    Speaking of rabbit cages – a poem on the very subject (Matthew was expecting this – so I ought not disappoint…)

    Rabbit Cage

    It’s not the burning bush of a backyard brush fire
    That tells me, nor the powder char and tarnish
    On one’s war steel, the green scurrilous taint
    On memorial bronze and brass, nor my ex-wife’s
    Demanding, demeaning looks at the past,
    Odiferous as eels left to rot in their pots –

    It’s rather the slow realization that the gods
    We thought were in our corner from the first
    Are not only no longer real, but never really partook
    Of the reality of situations, not even
    For one inexcusable piss-ant of a star
    Twinkling in night’s more puissant quadrants,

    And not for the bending of one grass-blade beneath
    Naked teenagers, holding each to each long ago,
    Nor for an ad hoc burial of one frozen bunny, our daughter’s,
    When after an eerily early September snow storm
    And inadequate prayers to gods of memory,
    I forgot to cover the rabbit cage the night before.

  4. Cubeland Mystic says

    Nice finish on the poem. The god's of closure were on your side here.

    Mrs. Mystic's aunt came from Italy once. She grew up on a farm during the depression, war, and well most of the rest of her life. She's down with the earth. The store bought eggs disgusted her. She complained like an Italian. We had to drive out to the campo to get some real eggs. That's why I am asking about the eggs. I spent 3 weeks on a her little farm in Italy around 2002. It changed my life. The food in the states sucks so bad, you can't imagine. Our brains acclimate us to the suckiness of the food. You no longer taste the overwhelming grease, smoke, and salt flavors in everything. After the big three, the default flavor is stale. Even the mass produced artisan breads taste like the mass produced artisan raisin bread baked earlier that morning.

    JOB, I am curious if you are off the grid enough at your farm that when you get a dose of corporate food, that you can tell how "off" it is. Please share if you can. I'd love to know.

  5. CM,

    I don't know about "off the grid" – but I do know that our shopping expeditions are oftentimes comparable to the old time "monthly trip to town for staples and sich." Bags of flour, sugar, etc. and lots of canned goods.

    We hardly – if ever buy food-from-a-box (except cereal – and even that, the missus just made a heap of granola last night – the waft of maple syrup and toasting oats fills the air…).

    I can't say I can tell much about the diffy between mass produced and homegrown – except as I indicated with the eggs, despite my rant, I do prefer them. The same with raw milk (shhh!) and garden vegetables. Tomatoes especially. You forget sometimes (during the winter) that a tomato should have flavor – but it all comes flooding back at harvest time.

    (I think Matthew's got a picture he posted some time ago of salsa I make – everything pretty much from the garden, etc.).

    I have to admit, I'm not so much an organimaniac as I am just a Berryist – buy it local, conventional or organic (I go to our local organic food store more often for their better selection of brews than for the food.) We live in organic ground zero – neighboring Vernon County in home to Organic Valley, etc. So I don't kick against the pricks on organic – that it's so expensive, etc. Here, it is a little more expensive, but not so much – especially if you're buying in season.

    Still, I just want to know WHERE it's coming from – not necessarily which side of the aisle is growing it. (Organic farmer friends tell me that organic is every bit open to the irresponsible scammers as conventional farming is – so there you are…).

    At any rate, I hope that helps.

    JOB

  6. cubeland mystic says

    Thank you JOB. I hope some day we will be able to trade herb lore over a beer.

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