Friday, May 28, 2010

Hunting Goodwill

May 23rd - Totally scored at Goodwill!!!  That's right, it deserves three exclamation points!

1. Really cool retro lamp I didn't need but HAD to buy...$1.99
2. Blender jar to replace the one I broke...$2.99.  The motor base had been sitting unused in my pantry for 6 months.  Jars online were $12 and up without shipping.
3. Stainless steel stock pot with pasta strainer insert and steamer basket insert...$12.99.  I've been wanting one of these but was too frugal to lay down the money.  This one still had the original $49.97 price tag on it.  Woo hoo!

Like butta...

May 1st - Shake, shake, shake...shake, shake, shake...shake your butter!  Homemade butter is SO easy to make if you have a source for good milk.  Utilizing the low-tech method, I poured a pint of cream into a quart mason jar and shook it until it turned to butter.  It's a pretty amazing process.  You don't even have to shake hard or fast, just a gentle back and forth motion does the trick.  While watching a movie, I shook my jar for about 35 minutes, and just when I thought nothing was going to happen, the cream started to feel like it was sloshing softer.  That was the first stage...basically whipped cream that clings to the sides of the jar.  Keep shaking and you begin to get a cottage cheese consistency as the milk fat separates from the "buttermilk" and starts pulling away from the sides of the jar.  Keep going and the fat globules start sticking together and turning yellow (I read that the natural yellow color is from the chlorophyll the happy, grass-fed cows ingested).  Once you see those yellow globs sloshing around in milky clear liquid, you can stop shaking!  Strain off the buttermilk and save it for another use.  Put the butter in a bowl, run cold water over it while pressing it against the side of the bowl.  This washing removes the rest of the milk and helps prolong the life of the butter.  Once you squeeze all the water out of the butter, you can salt it to taste and refrigerate it!  Yum!

Things I know now, and will try next time:  My butter may have taken longer because my cream was fresh-out-of-the-refrigerator cold.  It can be made in a blender or with a mixer in much less time.  I've also read that the butter has more flavor if the cream sits out at room temperature for 8-12 hours to culture.  Guess we'll see next time!


Props to Brown Family Dairy for supplying my milk and cream.  They don't pay me, but I love their products and will continue to pay them!


Here we go 'round the mulberry bush...

Bush?!?  Does anyone else think that's a severe understatement?  When hub and I bought our house, I wondered what kind of HUGE tree was in our backyard.  After some research, I thought I had my answer, but I had to wait until the following spring to be sure.  My regret is that I didn't harvest the mulberries that first year.  But I've wised up since then.  Mulberries are DE-LIC-IOUS!  Especially when eaten straight off the tree or mixed with strawberries for jam.



So your city doesn't recycle glass and you drink a lot of wine?

What do you do with the empty bottles?  Throw them away?  No!  There are too many bottle DIY projects (other than the ubiquitous Southern bottle tree) out there to waste your resource.  Here's my interpretation of one.  Wish I could claim the idea as my own, but I saw it in some magazine a couple of years ago.  The bottle border:



Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Balcony gardening

May 19th - Gardening setbacks:

  1. Too little sunlight in my front yard to effectively grow vegetables that aren't 12 feet of foliage in their attempt to reach said sunlight.
  2. Fenced back yard has too many dogs who will eat ANYTHING, including mulberries, pecans with shells, avocado peels, you name it.  Okay that's only one dog, but the other two don't really respect the garden plants I've tried to grow in their domain.
  3. My general laziness.  (Maybe this should have been setback number one.  Oh well, I'm too lazy to move it now.)  I have an unfenced area of yard that receives plenty of sunlight and was historically used for a garden.  Problem is, it needs to be bushwhacked, cultivated, and fenced to keep the deer from having a buffet.  And I have three jobs.  Sometimes more.  (WARNING: Rant impending.  For those of you who don't appreciate rants, please feel free to skip this section!)  I'm tired of working for money.  I'm ready to work for a living.  And by living, I mean actually living...not being stressed out about what I might be forgetting at one job because something came up at another job.  Or wishing I could help more with my hub's business.  Or wanting to simplify and feeling unable to do it.  Jeremy Rifkin wrote in Time Wars, "We have quickened the pace of life only to become less patient.  We have become more organized but less spontaneous, less joyful.  We are better prepared to act on the future, but less able to enjoy the present and reflect on the past."   Amen, brother!  Preaching to the choir here!  I crave simplicity and time spent more productively.  Like gardening.  (Okay, I'm back on track now.  Please continue reading.  If anyone out there is actually reading.)
Because of said setbacks, and thanks to dead decorative plants on the balcony at my office, I've decided to garden on the balcony!  The plants needed replacing anyway, so why not plant fruits, vegetables, and herbs?  So I did.  The balcony faces west, I'm watering about every other day, and so far, the plants are thriving.  I have two tomatoes (Arkansas Traveller and Black Krim) planted with parsley, nasturtiums, and marigolds, two bell peppers planted with basil (Red Rubin and Sweet) and oregano, two Climax blueberries, and a pot of rosemary and thyme.

After watching stunted shade growth, it's really exciting to see happy plants!  Hope I get to harvest something soon.



Strawberry Season

May 17th - Picked strawberries at a local farm and got home just before it poured down rain.  My strawberry jam supply has run out, so it's time to replenish the larder.  I would like to take a moment to thank all the strawberry pickers of the world.  As my sore legs and back reminded me, it ain't easy work.