Pickled Beets!

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I love pickled beets. The only problem is, it takes HOURS to make them! Fortunately, I was not alone and was, in fact, talked into embarking on the project by my lovely future son-in-law, Toryn. So, with all the decks cleared, we started with tons of beets from Michell’s Farm Market down the road (all of ours went into our customer goody boxes – doesn’t that just figure!).

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First step was to sort the beets into piles that were more or less the same size. The smaller ones we cooked whole, larger ones were chopped up a bit first. We boiled them for about ten minutes after first topping and tailing.

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After boiling, we doused the beets in cold water. That makes the skins slip off quite easily.

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THIS is a great tool!

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Dunking the beets in cold water.

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Due to popular demand, we sliced them all (instead of doing some in a chunkier style…).

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We added a malt vinegar and water mixture after we’d added a spoonful of pickling spices to each jar of sliced beets.

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At this point, the whole house smelled like vinegar and beets and all the windows were fogged up. Lids went on and the jars were gently lowered into a boiling water bath.

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Beet juice and sharp knives everywhere! It was about halfway through several batches that I got a phonecall – “There’s a stray horse down at the barn!”

I sprinted down the hill and found a pony with some serious attitude pulling faces at my horses through the fence. She has visited our place before, so I knew where to take her. Leaving T. in charge of the beets, I hiked down the road with pony in tow. Fortunately, farming neighbour Mitchell happened to see me and gave me a ride back so I didn’t miss too much.

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After T. left for work, I finished up the last batch. It was one of those situations where I could either have six very full jars or seven not very full jars and I opted for the former. Mistake! You know the part where they say ‘”leave plenty of head room?” There is a good reason for that… Fail to do so and your jar explodes due to all the super hot expanding liquid in the jar. Which is what happened in the last batch.

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The good news was that only one jar was lost. And, bonus, the bottom blew out very cleanly – no splinters or missing chunks of glass. So, the hogs were happy – they got some fancy beets as a treat!

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Not only did the bottom blow out, the whole jar flipped upside down in the water bath.

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Fortunately, all the other jars sealed without trouble…

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We couldn’t wait the recommended three weeks before testing… so today after everything had cooled, we opened a jar.

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Grampy tries a beet… the ultimate taste test!

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Fortunately (because we have a lot of them!) the beets passed muster and made their way into a cheese and beet sandwich. As the rest of the beets sit in their jars they will absorb more of the vinegar and spice mix so the taste will be stronger, but even in their premature state, they are pretty yummy! Will throw some into the salad tonight!

Farmers’ Market Etiquette

Excellent suggestions to keep in mind next time you visit the farmer’s market.

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When I lived in New York, my Saturday morning routine went like this: wake up, go for a run, grab coffee, go to the farmers’ market. The run and the coffee were negotiable depending on the weather, my mood and a variety of other factors, but skipping the farmers’ market was never an option. It was the highlight of my week. It still is, only these days I’m selling more than buying.

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I Know it’s not Duckling Season

Duckling!

… but I came across these photos while I was preparing for my school presentation about kids and farming and since at least one reader (hi Photoleaper!) thinks ducklings are cute I thought I’d post them.

Toby Duckling

My nephew bonding with one of this year’s babies.

 

Last year's crop of Muscovy ducklings.

Last year’s crop of Muscovy ducklings.

They are certainly cuter than the photos of the exploded pickled beets jar I was going to post… I tell you, it’s a thrill a minute around here!

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One of these things is not like the others…

One of these things is not like the others...

There are a couple of opportunistic drakes who have decided it’s worth being chased by piglets if it means they might score a stray grain or two from the hogs’ breakfast…

Where the Chicken House Experiments Began

Chicken House #1

We’re going to replace the small wheels with larger ones to make the house easier to move.

We’ve been playing around with chicken house designs for a while now. The first version was low-slung with two wheels at one end and two handles at the other. It can be moved easily by one person as long as the terrain is reasonably un-bumpy.

The whole roof is hinged and inside there’s a single perch and four nesting boxes.

The whole roof lifts open for ease of egg-collecting and cleaning.

The whole roof lifts open for ease of egg-collecting and cleaning.

We found it was the perfect size for bantams, though we have also used it when we needed to segregate a few Light Brahma hens with Bill during breeding season. This solid house has a locking door for security at night. That door opened into a wire chute, which led to one of our hoop-house design wire runs. The whole thing (house plus attached portable run) is easily moved and, for a few bantams, provides lots of protection from birds of prey (we have trouble with eagles, ravens, and hawks). They get fresh grass and safe outdoor living while being protected. But, it was really too small for full-sized chickens on a long-term basis.

So, we built a bigger chicken house and a larger attached run-out, which will be the subject of a future post.

Pippi standing beside the chicken house for scale - not that this helps if you don't know how tall she is! If you haven't met her in person, she is just a bit taller than my knees. If you haven't met me, that's not particularly tall.

Pippi standing beside the chicken house for scale – not that this helps if you don’t know how tall she is! If you haven’t met her in person, she is just a bit taller than my knees. If you haven’t met me, that’s not particularly tall. So maybe putting the dog in there wasn’t very useful at all!