We are two testicals short at The Acre this week. Augustus had an appointment with the fixin clinic. He did really well, even the vet that did the operation raved about him. He was all kinds of upset with us when we picked him up from the clinic, but he got over it pretty quick. Until the cone came out.
Doc said no licking the wound, and the first thing he wanted to do was lick the wound, so we picked a cone up at the Pet Smart and put it on him at bedtime.
Willow wanted to play, but he was in no mood.
After the first night we took the cone off and he seemed to get back to normal. Two days after surgery, he was running and jumping and playing like his old self. He is supposed to go a week without RJ&P but puppies gonna be puppies.
A funny "ha ha" from surgery day. While Augustus was under the knife, we came home and cleaned out Deathstroke. City folk may not know this, but a farm truck gets dirty. Cupcake had reached her limit on junk in the truck. We took everything out and scrubbed him down. One of the things we took out to scrub was the folding steps we use to load the Dudley Twins up. Somebody (mentioning no names) got an idea to back the truck up closer to the garage, and backed over said steps. They still work, but now the Dudley Twins are the only dogs in town with a spiral staircase for them to climb. When we picked Augustus up, we put the stairs out and he came over to the truck, looked at them, then looked at us like "I'm stoned out of my mind, but I'm not climbing these."
After the dope wore off, both dogs are back up the steps. No harm no foul.
We have a few food related items this week to report. First, we picked our first real picking of tomatoes from the barn garden. We didn't have enough for a canning, and we had too many for a salad. Cupcake hit on the idea to make a fresh batch of sketti sauce.
And while the sauce was cooking, Cupcake was strolling down memory lane about "Crazy Granny" adding a cup of sugar to her lasagna and calling it 'homemade' and a light bulb went off in both of our heads at the same time. We could use the sauce for lasagna too. The batch made almost a gallon, so we canned up three quarts and left the almost full quart in the fridge until the weekend.
This was NOT crazy granny lasagna. "The Outlaw" would throw rocks at her if he ever got a mouthful of this lasagna. Too bad he's batshit crazy. This is now in the rotation in place of baked sketti.
And speaking of tomatoes for salad, when we want one, we just walk out on the back deck and pick a bowl full of salad.
Other notes food related this week is in the vein of zombie prep. We've been reading up on the prepper lifestyle and found the idea of Civil War 'hard tack' and doomsday rations. During the 50's when fallout shelters were all the rage, the government came up with doomsday rations for folks to keep in the shelters. It's made from bulghur flour. The recipe was simple so we made a batch as a trial run. The government guidelines calls for six bars per day per person. It says it wont win any cookoff contest, but it will keep you alive for weeks at a time. With the current situation, we think we may stockpile a couple backpacks full of the stuff. Just in case.
While we had all the stuff out, we made a batch of hard tack as well. It was a little more labor intensive and the cook time was twice as long, but both recipes are shelf stable forever. Lawman read that Civil War soldiers said the hard tack could stop a bullet, and after trying one for flavor, he believes it. Another funny "ha ha" Cupcake was calling it "heart attack" while we were making it.
The recipe calls for plain flour, but we used wheat flour. As Dr. Sheldon Cooper says..."what's life without whimsy?"
Our last food related note this week.
"The Boy" is going on a fishing trip with three of his buddies this week, and he requested a batch of Lawman chocochip cookies to take with him.
The recipe makes about five pounds of cookie dough. We figure that will last four young men on a boat about two hours?
We ended the week with an earthquake, wings, and a nap.
K&K
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