We were woken by the sound of the wind howling, yelping and positively screaming around the house this morning. The alarm clocks were blinking and, when I got up to see what kind of havoc the storm was wreaking on our rickety old maples, I found that I couldn’t see out of many of the windows for all of the snow blown on them. Here’s a view from this morning:
The WorkHorse immediately considered the drive home. Not me, I’m just thinking about another day of totally justified laziness. Yesterday I did so little that if there were an olympic event in slothery I’m fairly sure I would have medalled. It’s not my fault. The kids and the WorkHorse went into town to get some raccoon traps (more on that in a moment) and I was gloriously alone in the house. After an hour of so of reading/obsessing about the garden (my seeds were delivered this week) I flipped on the TV where Patrick Swayze was just about to tell Jerry Orbach that no one puts baby in the corner. That morphed into the last hour of Becoming Jane, followed by the entire Pride and Prejudice, which I cannot resist ever if it’s on. So went my day yesterday. Tough Mudder training started this week, and the additional cardio, plus some heavy deadlifts had left me sore and exhausted. Thank goodness I have 8 months to get ready for this challenge – I think I’m going to need every minute.
I did pull it together enough to supervise the Girl in making some cookies with a batch of gluten free healthy cookies (they smell like dog food and taste only marginally better) for me. For dinner I made my new favourite recipe. I make two chickens because I eat a LOT of meat and the leftovers make me happy.
We get a lot of root vegetables in our winter CSA, so I roast them too – delicious. And I’ve gotten into a very delightful appetizer. Have you ever heard of watermelon radishes? I hadn’t, until we got them in last year’s winter CSA. I’d never been a fan of radishes, but then I read Molly Wizenberg’s A Homemade Life, and I have to admit that she converted me. There are many radish references in her lovely book and I decided to give them another chance. Now I’m loving them. Particularly a watermelon radish, sliced as thinly as my $5 farm mandolin will allow, drizzled with good olive oil and fleur de sel. I ate this last night while the chicken was cooking. And then I ate the other half of the radish. The WorkHorse was in another room and I didn’t exactly offer to share. Can I justify my radish hogging by whining about my gluten (good cookie) free existence? I’m going to try.
Today’s adventure had to do with our (so far fruitless) attempts to trap the raccoons who winter in our summer kitchen (it’s an old, uninsulated addition to the house where I guess they used to cook in the summer). They summer elsewhere, it seems, but in the winter we can hear them going about their raccoony business and we can certainly smell them when we’re in the summer kitchen. This weekend we decided to try and trap them. The WorkHorse had read that cat food was their drug of choice, so he got a couple of traps – one where they enter the summer kitchen (under our kitchen porch stairs) and the other in the kitchen itself. This morning we found the trap in the kitchen politely moved aside and the food eaten. Under the kitchen porch was a very unhappy trapped cat. Here’s the WorkHorse freeing the feline offender.
Once released, that cat moved so fast I actually couldn’t capture it on film. Of course, I’m a clumsy photographer, so there’s that – but that cat was hauling ass off our farm. At least one of us was moving this weekend. The quest to become raccoon free will continue. Mostly it’s just giving me more reason to want to renovate the summer kitchen into something like this. Doesn’t a big stone fireplace, lots of windows overlooking the fields and endless comfy seating sound better than trapping raccoons? I think so.