Wow… I am still up and the gears are still turning at 10:30pm. I feel like such a night owl! I just wanted to get some brain clutter out of my head before bed and so that I have a few seemingly random thoughts to refer to in the morning when I actually write a cohesive blog post.
This evening I went to my very first Weston A. Price Foundation meeting. Was is a meeting? Sure. It was all about preserving “real” food. Man, the things you can learn just by listening to someone talk for two hours. Thank you Chara and Ann for being fast talkers. I’m glad I brought a notebook because now I have things to test out regarding preserving food: smoking meat, other uses for a dehydrator, actually getting around to building a solar oven, what the heck a solar oven even looks like, and the truth behind water bath canning vs. pressure canning. It sure helped that my buddy, Traci (with the dairy goats), was sitting next to me snickering over silly homestead nonsense.
I ate ox tail. Like as in the tail of… a cow. Wha? More on that later.
I may be considering trying out the GAPS diet. Not for “diet” reasons as the name may imply, but for my own digestive health. This girl has to keep that pancreas in check. (Please comment here if you have any experience with it.) I have to do more research on the subject and how it works exactly. And to see if I can go without some of my favorite foods for a little while.
There is something big living in the brush pile. Here in Tuolumne county, California, we burn excess leaves and small branches instead of having a “green barrel” like in the cities. Anyhow, there is a rather large tunnel leading into the brush pile and it looks a little scary to walk by. Maybe raccoons? I doubt any kids would have made an ashy pit into some sort of fort –then again. Either way, if you smell a foul barbecue on the west coast, it’s just us lighting up our burn pile and whoever is inhabiting it. Sorry raccoon/bobcat/rat-zilla/neighbor kid… it’s a burn day. Just kidding! Kind of.
And lastly, before Trevor gives me that ‘Will you just put that iPad down already?’ look, one of the books I just purchased is going to get me in so much trouble. Evil Trevor looks kind of trouble. The Encyclopedia of Country Living has everything I will ever need to know in it. My next endeavor will certainly be making vinegar. Or growing coffee. Or properly burying a body (yes, that really is in there). No matter what project I find next, it will be getting me in trouble with my husband and if it does end up involving a “body”, I’m sure one or two of you would be more than willing to
conspire with me help me out. *wink, wink*
Wow, I’m feeling a little dark tonight.