I'm taking this afternoon and evening off. I spent the afternoon going through collard recipes, and I'm taking a big pot of collards and kale with bechamel sauce, bacon, heavy cream and garlic to a women's potluck this evening. Who said collards can't be gourmet food?
Clay is coming down to button up the chickens. He promised to get here a little earlier than he did the other night. It was so dark that he couldn't count the chickens and was sure there were at least six of them missing. I was pretty sure they weren't, although I hadn't counted when I let them out in the morning. He was so worried about it that we stood in the drive and counted them as they picked through the weeds in a little stand of trees. Have you ever tried to count chickens while they are busy foraging? It took awhile, but finally we agreed that there were in fact still 15.
This morning I wrapped soap. It takes about five weeks for the pH level of cold process soap to get down to the proper level. You see, I want my soap to remove dirt, not the top layer of skin! I have the neatest curing rack. Previous to my trip to the bread store, I was curing them on any kind of rack I could find, putting papers down in the spare bedroom so I could put the racks on the floor.
And by the way, what better gift than soap? It's unique, it's useful, and it gets consumed. My mother used to say, once she had reached about 80 years old, "Please do not give me something that I can't use up. No live plants - fresh flowers that I can enjoy until they wilt, and then throw onto the compost heap. No knicknacks - I will just have to dust them and I have no more room on shelves. No pictures - I'm out of wall space. How about toilet paper? I always need that, and it gets used up." That was my mother, infinitely practical.
Well, no chicken count now. That is Clay's job. I'll let you know tomorrow.