IF the yaks don’t work out

Let me begin this post by clarifying that I still love yaks.  I will always love yaks.  They’re cute and they look funny when they run.

However, should yaks prove to be too difficult to keep on a small scale… I’m willing to consider these.

That’s right – Miniature Silky Fainting Goats!  They’re kindof like little, mini-yaks.  And they faint!

The fainting is a hereditary medical condition known as myotonia congenita.   The condition is caused by a defective ion channel gene.  When the animal is startled, their muscles contract.  Because of the defective ion channel, they don’t relax immediately like they should.  This causes the animal to stiffen for about 10 seconds, and is most noticeable in the large leg muscles (fainting goats are sometimes called “wooden leg goats”).  Without control of their legs, the animals fall over.  They don’t really ‘faint’ in the sense that they don’t lose consciousness.  However, they do produce an Oscar-worthy fainting performance.  A mere opening of an umbrella can result in “Bowling for Goats” as the whole herd comically tumbles to the ground.  Take a look!

For those of you that are worried, it’s not painful for the goats, just inconvenient.  Also, the older goats usually learn to deal with it a bit better, resulting in a stiff-legged hobble instead of an all-out tumble.

The breed is still really new, so it’s tough to find information – but I think these little gems are going to be spinnable.  I could make and sell fainting goat yarn!  Even if it’s not spinnable, they look darn cute.  I’ve always had a soft spot for fainting goats – the fact that they are silky and miniature just makes them that much more amusing.  I also like things that are a bit different, and fainting goats in general are a threatened breed.  As a bonus, fainting goats are small and docile and are ideal for small-scale operations (such as the one I am planning!).  The only thing that would make this more awesome would be if they were dairy goats… Sadly, they are meat goats.

I wonder what kind of strange and unusual dairy goats I can find for my farm?  After all, can’t make goat cheese without goat’s milk…

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Spinning my wheels

I’ve certainly had a lot to think about in the last couple of weeks.  My vacation gave me the time to think about my priorities.

On the advice of a friend, I started listening to a self-help audiobook.  This isn’t at all a plug for that book- a lot of his advice is unrealistic (I’m sorry, but I won’t outsource my life to India.  I can make my own dentist appointments, thank-you-very-much).  However, it did give me a couple things to think about (which I’m sure was the friend’s intent).

For one thing, the things that we have to do are never comfortable.

Okay.  I need to keep that in mind.  Next time there are 5 adults in a room all trying to avoid being the one who has to order pizza, I’m going to step up.  Hopefully I’ll step up in other ways, too… not just the pizza department.

As well, I have a strong tendency to believe I’m not capable.  There’s no reason for me to think this, I’m perfectly capable of doing whatever it is I put my mind to.  The trouble is I don’t put my mind to things because I fear failing.  Somewhere there’s a little part of me that worries that I’ll get my farm and suck at farming, or that I’ll get my farm and not like it.

The author points out that it’s not really productive to fret about whether or not you can achieve these things.  People who don’t bother fretting accomplish these things all the time.  Stop fretting and do it.

Okay.  I will.

So now I’m super motivated to do…something.  I just need to figure out what.

Ultimately, the farm is the goal.  So… I know I can do it and it’s not going to be comfortable… but I still have to figure out how to get there.

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Let’s get this rolling again

Alrighty.  Mister, RuRu, and I have returned triumphant from the South.  As promised, here are a few photos from our adventure:

RuRu was very good on the plane!  Our trip was in two flights – Vancouver to Denver, Denver to Tampa.  He slept through the better part of both.

First plane ride!

We had a seven hour layover in Denver, which Mister and I dreaded.  RuRu walked holes in the feet of his jammies he was so busy during the layover.  It kept him happy, though!

Ooops... how did that happen?

Our action-packed trip started out at the Florida Strawberry Festival.  The first order of business?  The Dairy Costume Ball.  I know we’ve all been waiting for these pictures!

Not the best pictures of the competition, but you get the idea. Look how many competitors there are!

Seriously, look! There were at least 20 cows once they were all in the ring

After the Costume ball (Which was won by the cow dressed as the Strawberry Queen, even though I thought the Cowola Crayons were way better) we enjoyed the food the fair had to offer, partaking in chocolate covered bacon, deep-fried catfish, and of course, strawberries.

Next on the agenda?  We stopped in to visit the manatees (no pictures, the water was choppy and they don’t show up in pictures) and then RuRu’s first hockey game!  Tampa vs Ottawa (Ottawa won).  RuRu wasn’t fussed, though…he wasn’t even watching.

Yup. Sleeping peacefully.

That’s right.  He watched the pre-game, then slept soundly through the rest of the proceedings.  He woke up as we were leaving the arena.

The next day yielded a lovely surprise!  An unplanned trip to…

Icicles in this heat?

Harry Potter World!  Mister and I aren’t really fans, but some of our traveling companions were.  Even not being fans, it was really neat to see because it was so carefully staged (and the rides are still fun, whether you know the plot or not).  RuRu had the best time waiting in line to go into Hogwart’s.

Next up: Busch Gardens.  A large part of the day was spent on roller coasters, while RuRu hung out with Nana.  However, in the afternoon Mister headed for the coasters while Nana and I took RuRu to enjoy the day.  He rode his first carousel (unfortunately the pics of this are on Nana’s camera and I don’t have them yet) and got to see many zoo animals!

That’s a hippo, if you couldn’t tell.

We visited Tampa’s gay district, and ate at Hamburger Mary’s.  Not sure if RuRu enjoyed it or not… what’s your vote?

Our final (interesting) day was spent at the beach (we spent another day and a bit poking around, shopping at Target and such).  Siesta Keys has been voted the #1 beach in America, and rightly so from what I’ve seen.  The child wasn’t sure he liked the sand between his toes, but the rest of us had a good time.

Walking with Daddy

Jus' chillin

And so ended our trip to Florida!  The trip home (again in two parts, this time through Chicago and with a much shorter layover) was uneventful.  Our kid’s an easy traveler!

The next morning I woke up confused as to where I was… It didn’t look like my house (I think while I was away I convinced myself it was cleaner than it actually was!).  All the same… we’re still happy to be home.

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From Sunny Florida

Mister, RuRu and I are currently on vacation.

We’re in Florida, visiting Mister’s mommy.  It’s RuRu’s first plane trip and first trip to the US.  So far, he’s been a rock star.

Today we went to the Florida Strawberry Festival – it’s strawberry season here, which is crazy because it’s months away back home in BC.  Strawberries are plentiful and cheap, but still not as tasty as BC strawberries.

The Strawberry Festival is a State Fair type deal – lots of deep-fried foods, exhibits of arts and crafts, salesmen hocking steam mops and never-dull knives, and livestock exhibits.

My favourite is always the livestock (although I did see some amazing crafts today.  I REALLY want to try stained glass work).  Today we were lucky enough to witness the Dairy Costume Ball.  Sound amazing?  It was!

The Ball involved about 30 cows and calves, each accompanied by a child, and some also accompanied by said child’s parent (depending on the age of the child and the size of the cow). Each and every cow and child pair had coordinating costumes.  Yes, you read that right.

Some of the kids had fantastically clever ideas.  There was a mailman and his mailbox, a nerd and a “cowculator”, and Velma and the Mystery Machine (which actually turned out to be her mother’s idea).  We took pictures, but I can’t share them right now.  It will have to wait until I can get the pictures off the camera.  My personal favourite was a cow dressed as a box of crayons.  Fantastic!  I’m thinking about hosting a cow costume contest when I get home.

After the Dairy Ball, we took RuRu to see the chickens (which he found hilarious, and I loved because there were so many breeds) and the rabbits.  I’d like to have both on my hypothetical-future-farm.

I was proud of myself that I made it out of there without crying.  Maybe it’s because it was a different feel than our PNE, or maybe it’s because I didn’t see all the livestock.  Usually the PNE makes me cry because I want that lifestyle so badly.

I’m going to get there.  Sometime this week I’m supposed to talk to a friend of MIL’s that’s an urban farmer.  At least the MIL is backing me!

Stay tuned for pictures later! (Of cows and such, not of MILs and farmers)

 

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We interrupt regular programming…

To bring you this message about bizarre toys.

In a week, Mister and I are headed to Florida to visit his mother.  She’s lovely and we’re all looking forward to the trip.  However, we are not looking forward to the flight.  It will be the first time we’ve had RuRu on a plane, and it’s a doozie.  We fly out of Vancouver to Denver, where we have a 7 hour layover before continuing on to Tampa.

Mister is a bit stressed about how RuRu will handle the flight.  He’s been reading everything he can find on the topic of flying with infants.  RuRu is a mover and a shaker, and is not going to be pleased about being confined for that long.  Most of the literature Mister has found has advised us to bring novel toys along to keep him as busy as possible, so off we went to the toy store.

We got a few pretty standard, small toys.  Among them was a little set with a toy cell phone and a toy key chain with a fob on it.  In the store, I pressed the buttons on the toys to test them before purchasing them.  The cell phone makes noise, but is very quiet and was approved (although it does have a flashy light that’s a little bit seizure-rific).  The key fob had a metal key (RuRu has an affinity for metal, so this was a plus), but the key fob is obnoxious.  It’s probably three times as loud as the phone and has a “panic” button for its imaginary car that sounds an alarm, making it unsuitable for air travel (let’s not scare the other passengers).  We decided we would buy the set anyways and just not take the fob with us, having been shopping for a long time which perhaps resulted in a lapse in judgement.

The fob, deemed inappropriate for our trip, was given to RuRu one day to distract him while we attempted to get things done around the house.  RuRu was delighted by the small flashlight within it, but was also amused by the buttons that make noise.  He happily stood at the coffee table mashing buttons. Suddenly, I stopped and listened to the toy.  I looked at Mister.

“Is…Is that toy playing the Battle Hymn of the Republic?”

Mister looked at me blankly.  I listened harder.  It WAS the Battle Hymn of the Republic!  I retrieved the toy cell phone from its spot out of RuRu’s reach.  I punched the music button several times, cycling through all the songs.  Something I didn’t recognize, something else I didn’t recognize, Lightly Row, wait… Easter Parade!?

I guess I’m far more likely to sing,

“In your Easter Bonnet
With all the frills upon it
You’ll be the finest lady
In the Easter Parade”

to my child than

“Mine eyes have seen the glories
of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored”

Although I kind of think both are strange choices for children’s toys.

Next time I’ll make sure I cycle through all the songs.  Lesson learned.

Now back to your regular scheduled programming.

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You can’t win ‘em all

So Little RuRu, being 9 months old, is eating solid foods.

One of his favourite treats is applesauce, especially applesauce with blueberries pureed into it.

I had been buying those little pre-packaged pots of unsweetened applesauce, since they are pretty cheap, easily portable and a reasonable size.  One day, Mister decided that he could do better.  “Don’t buy anymore of those applesauce things,” he said.  “I’m going to make my own.  It’ll be better”.

We went to the store and bought a bunch of apples and some apple juice.  One night while I was out, the magic happened.  I came back from wherever I’d been to Mister in the kitchen.  He immediately brought me a spoonful to taste, and proudly proclaimed “No sugar added!”  It was, I have to admit, a pretty tasty applesauce.

A day or so later (we were all sick, including the baby, and didn’t eat solids for a time) while Mister was at work, I decided to try RuRu with Daddy’s Applesauce: Made with Love.  I settled him in his highchair and put a little bit in a bowl.  Once he saw the bowl, he realized food was coming and started to get excited!

I offered him a spoonful.  He took it.  I waited expectantly for his laugh of delight from this delicious treat…. but instead was greeted with…

I missed the gag... but I caught this

He didn’t like it.  I tried again.  Maybe it was just because it was a new flavour.  This time I got…

No! Not that!

I’ve offered it time and time again, and it doesn’t get any better.  He’d rather have the commercial, packaged stuff than the fruits of our labour.  I’m not going to give up, I’ll keep offering. Eventually I’ll wear him down.

I hope.

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The Cheese Stands Alone

First off, my apologies for my long absence from the blogosphere.  My son is learning to walk and takes a lot of my time.  Then, to top it off, the whole family came down with a stomach flu.  It was a quick flu, really, but it left me feeling weak for a couple days.  I spent a lot of time sleeping.

Today I shall chronicle our latest foray into condo homesteading – microwave mozzarella.  Clearly, cheesemaking is a skill I’ll need when I have goats/cows/sheep and need something to do with all that milk.

We’ve tried this recipe before, with some success.  Mister and I decided to give it another go, because there was definitely room for improvement.

The ingredients are pretty simple: 4L of milk, citric acid, rennet, and salt.

I forgot to put the salt in the photo. Imagine it's there next to the citric acid (the white stuff on the left)

Equipment is also pretty simple:  A thermometer, a microwavable bowl, and a big ol’ stainless steel pot.

To start off with, we brought the milk up to room temperature (we heated it on the stove, but you can also leave it on the counter for an hour or so).  When it was warm enough, we added the citric acid (we used 1 teaspoon dissolved in a little bit of water).  A gentle stir, and it started to curdle immediately.  We were thrilled!

Curds

Almost ready for rennet!

Next, we heated the milk to 90 degrees F (I got the recipe from an American magazine and haven’t bothered to do the conversions… sorry fellow Canucks).  Then, added the rennet (also dissolved in a small amount of water).  We used junkett rennet, because we couldn’t find cheesemaker’s rennet.  Even junkett rennet was darn hard to find.  Junkett rennet isn’t as good, so you need to use a little more.  The recipe called for 1/2 tablet, but we used a whole tablet.

The rennet is dissolved in water so that it distributes evenly

Once the rennet was incorporated, we continued heating to 105 degrees F.  At this point we turned off the heat and waited.  There was definitely a large curd at the top, but the whey was still pretty milky (it’s supposed to be clear and yellowish).  The recipe said if the whey was still milky, wait a while and it will clear up.  When this happened last time, Mister got impatient and added more citric acid and rennet (I couldn’t really blame him, we were on a schedule.  I’m not sure why we decided to make cheese when we had somewhere else to be later).  This time when it happened again, he went straight there.  I think the problem might be a little too much milk, since 4L is about a cup more than the gallon that the recipe called for.  Either way, it worked to clear up the whey, although the curd was no longer a nice shape and it was hard to tell whether it pulled away from the side of the pot (which is supposed to indicate its coagulated goodness).

Attempting to pull the curd away from the side of the pot. It's pretty mangled.

At this point, we drained the curds and put them in the microwavable bowl.  This time, we drained them through cheesecloth.  We regretted this decision, though, as it meant a lot of curds were lost in the transfer (a lot of chemists would cringe at the percent yield we got back because so much stuck to that darn cheesecloth!).  Last time we just drained them by squeezing them by hand in the bowl.

What's left of our curds

Okay.  So now comes the microwave part, since I’m sure you’re all wondering why the microwave factors into this.  Mozzarella is a stringy, stretchy cheese.  In order to get it that way, you need heat.   You can dunk it in a bath of boiling hot water… or you can microwave it.  We chose microwaving.

The idea was to microwave it for several short bursts, and knead it gently in between.  However, it’s darn hard to knead hot cheese curds gently.  Mister did his best, since his hands are made of asbestos, but I think we were lacking in the kneading department.

Kneading with a ...spork? A spoon would be a better option

After heating and kneading and heating and kneading, we added salt, then heated and kneaded again.  On the last knead, you’re supposed to pull the cheese like it’s taffy.  Ours didn’t pull very well, it broke.  This was supposed to indicate it was too cold.  So we heated again.  Then it was too hot to handle.

Next time we’ll buy gloves.

Mister decided he’d had enough of this game, and crammed the cheese into molds.

Smile! Cheese dentures.

When it cooled, we tried it.  It’s a tiny bit too salty (last time we under salted, this time we added more to compensate, but it was apparently too much) and the texture isn’t quite what I wanted.  However, it will still be useful for something.  I popped it in the freezer and will use it for French onion soup or something else where the texture isn’t critical.

A fun adventure, even if not the most successful one.  We’ll try again later and hopefully it will work out better!

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*Facepalm*

So after our last sheepherding session, the car smelled…well…sheepy.

Luckily, the weather was lovely for the days following, so I could air the car out a bit.  Whenever I happened to be driving without the baby in the car, I’d roll down the windows, turn on the heated seats (it’s still nippy when the wind gets moving through the car) and head off.

On one such trip, I heard a song that I really enjoy come on the radio.  “Awesome!”, I thought.  So I cranked ‘er (as much as I ever “crank” anything.  I understand the rest of the world doesn’t necessarily want to hear my music).  I was having a great time, singing along.  My mind wandered elsewhere – what would I make for dinner?

I pulled up at a red light next to a school.  It was just after 3 o’clock, and flocks of kidlets an their parents were heading home for the day.

Suddenly I realize what is playing on the radio.  My awesome song is gone, and it hits me that all those people think that I am blasting (and enjoy)…. Nickelback.

*sigh*

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Ridin’ High

This week, herding was much more successful.  The weather was cooperative, the sheep were cooperative (the ornery one was left in the barn!), and BoBo even got a shot at herding chickens.

The shining moment for me, however, was after the herding. Here’s why:

I'm on a HORSE

That’s right.  RuRu got his first horsey ride!  He loved the horses- he smiled and started to laugh as soon as he saw them. I thought I was excited after our last herding session…turns out there was a whole ‘nother level of happy up there.

I’m the proudest Mama ever!

 

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Resource Guarding

I’ve been having a heck of a time getting this post ready to go.  I keep re-reading and re-writing and re-reading and re-writing.  Eventually I decided to HECK with it, I’m just posting it!  It’s getting in the way of all my other posts.  It sits in my drafts list and smirks at me.  Time for it to get the boot!  Off the drafts list with you!

WHO’S SMIRKING NOW, POST?

Damn do I love to collect books.  I have books of all sorts – picture books, novels, cook books, textbooks.  But my most treasured possessions are my “Reference” books.  These are books I’ve found and said to myself “I may need this knowledge one day”.  They are my precious gems, and I guard them jealously.  Only the *very* trustworthy are allowed to borrow these books from the Farm Fairy Library.

Now, I’ve already mentioned that I am fond of the unusual.  I have also mentioned my penchant for handicrafts.  As such, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’m interested in learning crafts and practices that are dying.  I am slowly amassing a collection of books on such topics – blacksmithing, weaving, soap-making, (okay, that one is experiencing a resurgence, but I still might need it someday),  plus one AMAZING book given to me by a friend that gives loose instructions for everything from cobbling to saddle making to thatching roofs, and everything in between.  This book is classified as “Reference Only” in the library of the Farm Fairy, and must be used in-house.  (One other book is classified as Reference Only, “Lessons from a Stockdog” by Bruce Fogt.  It stays in its protective plastic and only comes out on special occasions.)  A great number of them I’ve never even read, but I keep them because one day I will.  One day I’ll decide it’s time to make baskets and then I’ll be glad I picked up that book about basket weaving at a used book store in Penticton.

Some of my glorious wool - handspun and hand-dyed Romney

I guess when I find my farm, the farmhouse had better have a library.  I know I’m going to keep collecting ‘em.  I value knowledge the way some people value gold.  More so!  Much more so.

Poor Mister.  He really did pick a crazy one.  But on the bright side, when technology falls and we’re forced to live off the land… I’ll be the go-to gal!

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