Candy, that's so funny that she turned out to be a pullet. Of all the odds, the only wheaten one. I swear, we live in the land of irony. But I bet you, if she had come home to my house, she would have turned into a rooster.
I'm running on an energy drink right now, trying to get the stuff done that my family can't help with. I just mixed up some bread and put it in the oven for Russ. It's not quite necessary work, but on Sunday I bought a loaf of bread and just about choked. $4 for a loaf of something that's part cellulose, and didn't even taste good! I hadn't bought bread in so long. So I mixed up a challah recipe with fresh garden dill and some caraway seeds. It's 10 minutes of work, an hour rest, 10 more minutes... not too bad.
Last night, I made it outside to harvest 4lbs of spinach. I hacked it pretty short, and I'm hoping it'll grow back. But it was getting so tall that it was pressing up against the poultry netting, and the chickens were feasting. Plus, they pooped while feasting, so I had to soak the spinach in a sink full of bleachy water to clean it off. I'm going to make a spinach quiche or two tonight, and probably some kind of florentine sauce tomorrow, and if there's any leftover I'll blanch and freeze it.
It's nice to have garden produce, and we're getting a lot of lettuce and spinach right now. But the family's tone toward eating changes when I say, "You're going to have a BIG salad today, and you're going to LIKE it!"