I still haven't made chili, but I made a version of the goulash Mom used to make -- except that my family believed salt and pepper were the only spices most dishes needed. I ramped up my goulash with some smoked paprika, as well as garlic and onion powders. I was too lazy to mince or chop actual garlic and onions.
I used to skip all the shots, but living out here by myself, I am less willing to be sick and have to tough it out alone. Taking care of the critters Sunday was incredibly challenging.
It was a weird day yesterday. Lots of stuff that just seemed odd or unusual, including having the goats knock their waterer off the fence. When I went into the pen to put it back, I realized Greta was stuck inside some wire that was tangled in the gate to the sheep pen.
A closer look revealed Greta had her head and left front leg caught inside a mangled tomato cage. Once I took care of the immediate issue and wrangled her loose, I began to wonder where she found the cage. BTW, goats will ALWAYS back up when you are trying to free them from fences -- and, I guess tomato cages -- when they need to move forward so you can get their curved horns loose.
Then, I realized she and Tessa had torn up a chain link panel to the goat "infirmary" pen so they could eat everything still green and growing inside. It's where I had squash growing earlier this year. They even mowed down the catmint, which they usually ignore. At the same time, they are totally uninterested in the hay I put in their feeder daily.
And, when I was taking a scoop of feed out to the young chickens, I felt something hop on my shoulder. The shy Ameraucana pullet, who usually acts as if I am a vicious killer, rode across the yard like a pirate's parrot, happily eating out the scoop all the way. Arrghh, Gwendolyn!
Most of my human interactions yesterday were also unusual. It was that kind of day.