This is the time of year when during meals we can't help noting the source of all the ingredients. I'm sure more accomplished homesteaders eat their produce in a more blase manner. But I still get giddy.
Yesterday we found our first duck eggs (I was hoping I had another couple of weeks to work on the nesting box) and ate them for breakfast. We had beets and potatoes out of the garden with lunch and blanched and froze a bunch of swiss chard and broccoli.
But it was Obadiah who demonstrated the most radical commitment to being a localvore. A couple of days ago he took it upon himself to harvest a bunch of Hungarian wax peppers out of the garden. He was soundly disciplined for this presumptuous activity, but we had to admit that they made a beautiful centerpiece until we were ready to pick the rest and make hot pepper jelly.
Then last night he got hungry and decided to try one out. The funny thing is that he took two bights. That apparently is how long the delay was between the exposure to the heat and his mental apprehension of it.
We'd like to say that what does not kill Obadiah makes him stronger, but mostly we just find that what does not kill Obadiah only gives him the runs the next day.
2 comments:
baby Bowden once ate cat poop out of our cat litter box in St Albans. Our cat had worms too!
That is gross! However, Obie shared an oatmeal raisin cookie with a goat today.
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