what year is it
May. 31st, 2019 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7it has been such a hectic week. i have a chicken in the pressure cooker, and i could leave that unattended, but there's also brown rice on the stove and i forgot to set a timer and i don't trust it not to burn anyway.
i should really be making a salad though. i'm not. i'm tired. i'm gonna make a salad. in a minute.
the chicken recipe should be crossposting over from tumblr momentarily. i'm doing it with one entire carcass of a culled layer hen, though, so it's like, a scrawny chicken with bones in, so i filled it out with potatoes because as the recipe said, Bengalis put potatoes in everything, and as a woman of Irish extraction I'm feeling solidarity and also there were potatoes in the house and unusually no other vegetables, so.
also we had no star anise OR bay so I had to improvise. There's lovely fresh curry powder my sister made for something else and I just used up, but I also ran out and cut a handful of everything that smelled good in the picking garden, so we'll see how that goes.
I've been running around like an idiot all week, mostly transplanting things but also using a scuffle hoe to weed around the already-planted things. I need to do the flax but it was too wet this morning; maybe this afternoon I can get it with the wheel hoe.
The yurt has been surprisingly watertight, which is good because it's needed to be, I've had rain every single night.
I also went to a meeting of the local chapter of the League of Women Voters last night, with my mother, since my sister is the member but couldn't go with her complicated logistics of parenthood etc. She went to dance lessons with her daughter, and then her mother-in-law was free to go clothes shopping with (my) BIL, which was what she'd wanted to do with him.
So now he owns a bunch of non-farmy clothes, which is a change, and my sister got an evening free of her mother-in-law.
(M-I-L is driving us all crazy, and we're trying to make our plans for next week and she refuses to say whether she's staying or not. Mom and Dad are going on vacation the week after, and would like to know whether they're on the hook for childcare this coming week or not, but if MIL won't plan three days ahead then neither can the rest of us and that's apparently what she wants, she likes the attention. I'd say just go ahead and send Farmkid out to be babysat and tell MIL she can amuse herself however bc since we can't plan around her we can't leave her the grandkid either, and see if that does the trick to offend her into leaving, but whatever, nobody's asking me. I'd've definitely gotten cut out of the will by now if I were her kid, so, who knows.)
Gotta go make that salad. I have, incredibly enough, gotten some writing done this week, but not a ton.
i should really be making a salad though. i'm not. i'm tired. i'm gonna make a salad. in a minute.
the chicken recipe should be crossposting over from tumblr momentarily. i'm doing it with one entire carcass of a culled layer hen, though, so it's like, a scrawny chicken with bones in, so i filled it out with potatoes because as the recipe said, Bengalis put potatoes in everything, and as a woman of Irish extraction I'm feeling solidarity and also there were potatoes in the house and unusually no other vegetables, so.
also we had no star anise OR bay so I had to improvise. There's lovely fresh curry powder my sister made for something else and I just used up, but I also ran out and cut a handful of everything that smelled good in the picking garden, so we'll see how that goes.
I've been running around like an idiot all week, mostly transplanting things but also using a scuffle hoe to weed around the already-planted things. I need to do the flax but it was too wet this morning; maybe this afternoon I can get it with the wheel hoe.
The yurt has been surprisingly watertight, which is good because it's needed to be, I've had rain every single night.
I also went to a meeting of the local chapter of the League of Women Voters last night, with my mother, since my sister is the member but couldn't go with her complicated logistics of parenthood etc. She went to dance lessons with her daughter, and then her mother-in-law was free to go clothes shopping with (my) BIL, which was what she'd wanted to do with him.
So now he owns a bunch of non-farmy clothes, which is a change, and my sister got an evening free of her mother-in-law.
(M-I-L is driving us all crazy, and we're trying to make our plans for next week and she refuses to say whether she's staying or not. Mom and Dad are going on vacation the week after, and would like to know whether they're on the hook for childcare this coming week or not, but if MIL won't plan three days ahead then neither can the rest of us and that's apparently what she wants, she likes the attention. I'd say just go ahead and send Farmkid out to be babysat and tell MIL she can amuse herself however bc since we can't plan around her we can't leave her the grandkid either, and see if that does the trick to offend her into leaving, but whatever, nobody's asking me. I'd've definitely gotten cut out of the will by now if I were her kid, so, who knows.)
Gotta go make that salad. I have, incredibly enough, gotten some writing done this week, but not a ton.
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Date: 2019-05-31 05:48 pm (UTC)Though honestly I feel like calling that a recipe is overstating matters. *g*