Thanksgiving was a success; we had a green vegetable medley with fresh cabbage and leek and frozen green beans; I also made my pumpkin pie recipe with our own eggs and squash, and a cherry tart with the last of the freezer cherries (which were more than a year in the freezer). Along with our turkey, stuffing, gravy and mashed potatoes and our friends' three delicious side dishes, we even had a glass of home brewed currant wine. I ate and ate and ate...
On Sunday (the only day I can usually collar the son) we went up to the allotment to pick all the remaining beets, mostly small but a few big ones left: about three pounds altogether. Once home I immediately dumped these into my big slow cooker to cook for later pickling. I also brought home five or six turnips, another big mini daikon (I need a better name for these--mini implies small, but they aren't small! How about just white radish?) and a nice big leek. I also cooked and seasoned the turnip greens (the chickens got the frostbitten radish leaves); the roots are for cooking during the week.
At school the daughter learned a song about Five a Day (she's four years old). I try to serve her and the son five veg a day, and most if not all is homegrown; she really enjoys counting out our daily veg, and often it's even more than five. Sometimes she says she doesn't like something, but almost always eats it anyway.
But on a sad note, we lost one of our rescue hens last week; we adopted her cohort of four in September of 2023, so she was with us for just over a year. She and the other three we christened the Specklies, as we gave up individually naming hens many years ago; we were sorry to say goodbye to this Speckly, and hope the rest of her flock mates will stay with us for a good while longer.
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