Our two or three followers know we've lost over forty chickens this summer to a bobcat. That's forty eggs a day we will not be gathering this winter, so our egg business will take a hit until next fall when we can try to raise another batch of chicks to egg producers. To protect the birds we have left, the bobcat had to go. This week his number came up. Lawman reached out and touched the bobcat with his big scary M4 style AR-15. One shot, one kill. So for all those who foo foo and spew the MSNBC horse shit line that nobody hunts with an AR-15, we say "nuts".
No chicken dinner for you |
There's a new victim out there somewhere. Welcome to the club, we meet on Tuesdays.
The rest of our week was almost all food related except for Kattie Grace and her feller. They carved a couple of pumpkins this week. That ranks as our only project.
We did try a new meal this week. Beef ribs. We've smoked pork ribs for a few years now, but we could never find any beef ribs that we wanted to try. We found a pack of beef ribs at the Christiansburg Wade's that looked pretty beefy. Last week we treated the ribs and let them sit in the fridge until Thor's Day, when we made our red meat offerings to the God of Thunder.
Nothing like a wood smoker on a frosty morning |
There were no leftovers |
And the end of the month is always the crazy time for Cupcake at work. We don't usually leave the house the last three or four days of the month, this caused us to miss a dress up Halloween party and our Friday night out on the town. We stayed in and made a pizza from scratch. Pappa John can kiss our behinds. We don't understand why everyone wouldn't want to make their own pizza.
Pizza crust, from scratch of course |
Home made pizza sauce from the garden |
Pepperoni, mushroom and onion |
Brush the crust with olive oil |
There were no leftovers |
We are gearing up to dig our potatoes and plow under the garden and pumpkin patch next week, and we have tickets to the IMAX opening of "Dr. Strange" so that's happening.
We ended this week with wings.
K&K