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Juise, when I make granola bars I use natural peanut butter and honey, after I mix it all together I pack it back into a sheet pan and bake it for 8-10 min or until it starts to brown. Then I let it sit overnight on a cooling rack and cut it into bars/squares in the morning with a serated knife. About 3/4 of the bars stay together and the rest becomes loose granola for yogurt.
Thanks! I am going to give it a shot.
I lost 2 more of the eggs my broody has been sitting on.
She can't seem to figure things out on her own & is always the last to go anywhere they go
Sarah, one of our cats was this way when they were kittens. He would get lost in the basement and cry until someone came to get him, ("Zomg! I'm in the playhouse and I can't figure out how to get out!") he would try to jump up onto the bed or couch... and miss completely.
While running upstairs he would frequently suddenly just run into the front of the next step instead of jumping, and he took a number of tumbles down the stairs, too. He took forever to figure out the cat door, he would stare at the other cats when they came in or out, and you could totally see him thinking, "SORCERY!" He would wait and cry at the door until someone opened it for him, or shoved him through the cat door.
As they started getting older, and he siblings began bringing in mice, moles, birds, etc, Nate (his name is Nate,) started bringing in pine cones and sticks... When his siblings started bringing in rabbits and bluejays, Nate started bringing in grasshoppers and butterflies. One memorable time he actually quite proudly brought me a rock.
He's still not the brightest crayon in the box, but he is not nearly so bad now. He doesn't (usually) run into things, he doesn't (usually) miss a landing, and he doesn't (usually) fall off things. While all the other cats can weave through a bunch of things on the mantle and not so much as disturb them, he goes through them like a bulldozer, and seems surprised when things fall over, though.He doesn't catch as much as anyone else, but he does catch things now, even if he does still being in the occasional butterfly, grasshopper, or pine cone.
He's a great big lug of a sweetheart, though.
Maybe your little chicky will get better at life as she gets older, hehe.
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As I sat drinking coffee with Granny this morning we started taking a stroll down memory lane.
Opa, we used to have a lot of fun with our grandparents milk chute, mail flap, coal chute, and, oh, man the attic stair that was disguised as a closet and we were forbidden to go in. We went up there all the time, of course. I
did start working when I was 11, and while part of that was because my mum ran a business, another part must just be that those child labour laws aren't enforced very well. Aside from landscape labour for my mom, I worked the blueberry fields, and when I was 12 I even taught an extracurricular class for the school system here, and I was on the official pay roll and got a real paycheck and all that.
I've had milk in plastic bags, but that was in Canada where it is still not very weird, hehe, and I did have milk that needed to be shaken, but that was because many of my relaatives are dairy farmers. If I had warm milk, it wasn't warmed up, if you know what I mean.
Does anyone do homebrewed kombucha?
I haven't yet, but I have been thinking about it, so if you don't mind sharing your experience....
I roasted the oats and the nuts/seeds for as long as it told me but everything is still light colored. Shouldn't it be more golden?
Just roast those suckers until they are as roasted as you like them! Just do keep a close eye on them near the end, those suckers go from "
almost there..." to "OMG BURNT" in like two seconds flat.
