I was cleaning out my fridge yesterday, emptying Tupperware and ziploc baggies filled with leftovers, when I got a brainstorm. None of the food was moulded. It smelled ok to me, but I didn't think DH or the kids would be happy to see it on their plates again. It was mostly scraps of veggies, potatoes, noodles, a couple slices of pizza the teenagers forgot and was dried out, half a baked potato and a half pattie-melt sandwich from a restaurant. I'm usually pretty good about estimating how much my menfolk eat at a meal, but y'know.. sometimes they just didn't like the seasoning, or there were too many brussels sprouts.
So I got out my food processor, put the slicer blade in and ground up about a quart of miscellaneous leftovers into chicken sized treats. I emptied the bowl in a line (keeps the girls from crowding the offering and stops the pecking at each other) under the lilac bush and just stood back to watch them have fun.
Happy hens!
So I got out my food processor, put the slicer blade in and ground up about a quart of miscellaneous leftovers into chicken sized treats. I emptied the bowl in a line (keeps the girls from crowding the offering and stops the pecking at each other) under the lilac bush and just stood back to watch them have fun.
Happy hens!
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