Butter update: Since starting the kids on a no-sugar, no-refined grains, a la Nourishing Traditions, just in time for the holidays seems ill-judged, I'm reigning in the butter consumption in the Pitkin-Kennedy household.
However, I'm fired up for January. Since I do have some trust issues with the Nourishing Traditions cookbook, I was very happy to find a source for similar information that appears more credible: http://www.traditional-foods.com/ It all seems a bit more scientifically and common sensically grounded.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking long and hard about homeschooling. In theory, I think it would be great for Forest.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Life looks different through doom colored glasses. (See this post to understand why I'm sporting a pair.) Glasses of doom do not, as one might expect, have drab depressing tints. In fact, they are rather psychedelic, intensifying perceptions and emotions. Especially when you first start wearing them, especially when what is doomed is Life As We Know It and involves lots of people dying. (Of course, the numbers of people who die depends on how quickly we can get our act together on cutting emissions. And even if we all stop driving and switch off our computers right now there will be more "extreme weather events" that will kill people. The longer we keep the devices, the cars, and the appliances on, the more people will die.) Whatever the case, these glasses are so intense most people shut their eyes and/or perform all manner of mental tricks to get them off. That response is
Monday, November 26, 2012
Two important things about eating lots of butter
All butters are not created equal, and I have been on a grueling quest to find the right butter for my family. Of course I want butter from raw milk, but I also want the best quality fats available. This means butter made out of grass.
Here are some of the butters to be found in our fridge:
As you can see, the large block of butter in the back is much yellower than the other two butters.
When we started getting eggs from our chickens, we were amazed by the color of the yolks. Our chickens roam around all day eating whatever they can find. The eggs that
Here are some of the butters to be found in our fridge:
As you can see, the large block of butter in the back is much yellower than the other two butters.
When we started getting eggs from our chickens, we were amazed by the color of the yolks. Our chickens roam around all day eating whatever they can find. The eggs that
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Our Goose is Cooked II
Same basic idea as my post, just more comprehensive: Tom Zeller Jr. on the Huffington Post. Highly recommended reading.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Our goose is cooked
One of the three geese in our freezer is now cooked, and it was tasty--more like roast beef than chicken--but leathery. There is a real learning curve to cooking wild game. But I'm glad to be getting my kids used to tough, gamey meat because barring a radical, geopolitical shift, it looks like our collective goose is cooked. It is entirely possible that someday they may have to rely on hunting to feed themselves.
I used to think my future grand kids
I used to think my future grand kids
Thursday, November 15, 2012
I like it raw, baby.
I haven’t had my cholesterol checked, but my butter &
cream diet is working for me in one regard: my clothes are fitting better*.
Eating such rich food is so sating. In part, I think there is an Atkins-esque
effect which dampens my appetite so that
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Per-week butter consumption in my family = several pounds
So, why the butter and cream diet? Well, this is phase one
of a new restrictive diet we are rolling out in our house. We also have reduced added
sugars to almost none and switched our dairy to raw and non-homogenized.
I’m putting off rolling out the next phase: no refined grains, since I'm not
ready to say goodbye to pie crust. That, and all the extra work I anticipate.
Why this new diet? Primarily for the kids’ health, but also
for ours. The reasoning behind this new dietary experiment follows.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Sleeper and tarts
I am now on a butter and cream diet. So naturally, I keep
thinking of that scene in Woody Allen’s Sleeper
when he learns that all the foods he thought were nutritious are not, whereas all
the forbidden foods have proven wholesome and healthy.
For years, I read in the nutrition rags that sugar is
nothing to get too worked up about—not nutritious calories, but not harmful
either. Fat, on the other hand, was almost always to be minimized. I never
thought the day would come that I’d be following Moosewood, Silver Palate, and
Victory Garden recipes without reducing the called-for fat, while skimping on the sugar. But here I am, and boy, it’s a
yummy place to be. This also explains my new obsession with tarts.
I'm still working on mastering pie/tart crust.
I guess I didn't add enough water this time.But thanks to the pie crust pointers Phyllis of Dash and Bella shares here I have greater confidence when things don't come together just right. I had to press lots of loose crumbs into this and generally smush it together. Nor did I manage to roll it big enough to fill the pan.
We brought in the remaining tomatoes from our three tomato plants, including the green ones, before getting a hard freeze. I've never cooked with green tomatoes before.
Conclusions:
Green tomatoes are surprisingly sweet.
Amateur tarts are surprisingly delicious.
More on why I’m eating so much butter and cream soon.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Forest's only hunting expedition (for now)
Forest is not down with killing animals. Last night he told Aaron he only wanted to trap if they could look at the animals and then let them go, not if it meant killing them.
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I am curious if he will start questioning eating meat.
Aaron and Forest came up with a new plan: go "hunting" with a camera and play hide and seek in the woods.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Forest’s first hunting expedition
Shortly after Forest’s third birthday, he wandered out of
the house moments after Aaron had slit the throats of two cantankerous
roosters. Aaron’s face was sprayed with blood, and one of the roosters was
still convulsing. Forest stayed with Aaron while he processed the birds, and he seemed unfazed by the death and gore. But after they came back into the house, Aaron saw Forest
studying himself in the mirror and saying, “Now I'm different.” Did Forest really see his first
encounter with death as so significant, or are we simply over-laying our
impressions on a random comment from him? Whatever the case, we never saw any
signs that he was distressed by what he had witnessed.
Now, at just over four-and-a-half, Forest went on his first
hunting trip last weekend. With enough time to make it home for lunch,
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Where we live and what we do for fun
As the leaves fall off the trees and vistas open up, I'm re-amazed at how beautiful it is around here.
Our backyard isn't in the running for any beauty prizes, but I love it regardless. Aaron has been building a fort with the boys in our backyard. We all worked on it this weekend. SuperDuperUperStorm Sandy didn't hit very hard here, but it has been windy enough that we wonder how our fort has fared.
Hunting season started on Saturday, hence the orange caps.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
More evidence that patriarcy is effective
I recently heard a piece on NPR about new research on social mobility (or lack therof) by economic historian Gregory Clark.
"If I just know that you share a rare surname with someone who was wealthy in 1800, I can predict now that you're nine times more likely to attend Oxford or Cambridge. You're going to live two years longer than an average person in England. You're going to have more wealth. You're more likely to be a doctor. You're more likely to be an attorney," Clark says.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Heartfelt thanks
It
took all day for Aaron to process the three geese. Mostly, I was busy with
other chores, but I did take pictures and do some plucking. The other birds I
plucked, some chickens for a friends’ farm wedding years ago, had long clear
worms in some of the feather follicles, and many little gnat-y, itchy “chicken
fleas” that leapt of the chickens and onto us as we plucked. Iggy, iggy, iggy. The
geese were pest-free and oddly endearing. I think because their feathers are so
soft and because their beaks have a little up-turn at the base, so they appear
quite cheerful about the whole affair.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Our goose ain't cooked
Last Monday, Aaron went goose hunting and shot a Lesser
Canada Goose:
Of course, when you kill the animal yourself, it takes a
while to get to the cooking
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