My friends at Root Simple have are running a giveaway for The Farmstead Egg Guide and Cookbook. If you haven’t checked out Root Simple, do. They have a small yard in Los Angles, and make the most of it. Erik is a master baker, Kelly knows herbs, and they both have very interesting takes on life and how to live it.
They’ve posted my Zucchini and Mint Frittata recipe, so go take a look!
A little while ago, I had the pleasure of sitting down at my dining room table with Jenn Stone-Grimaldi to talk about my favorite subject – good eggs. I’m doing a book signing at The Toadstool Bookshop in Milford, NH, an area covered by her paper. She’s a free-lance writer for The Telegraph, and also a mom of a toddler and a person who cares about what she eats. I sent her home with a carton of fresh eggs. Being a conscientious reporter, she tested recipes from my book. Later, she emailed me to let me know that she’s “ruined for sub-par eggs now.”
Here is a link to the article. In it is my recipe for Spaghetti Alla Carbonara.
Jenn also made my Tea Eggs. This is what they look like:
photograph courtesy of Jeremy Grimaldi
I’m so pleased that Jenn picked that recipe because it epitomizes what I try to accomplish with my recipes – simple, yet flavorful, and beautiful without being fussy. You’ll find 100 of them in The Farmstead Egg Guide and Cookbook. Let me know if you try the Spaghetti All Carbonara recipe that the Telegraph shared!
That pony’s expression, pert ears and squared stance tells the whole story. It’s playtime, but she’ll take care of her charge.
I have a feeling that the photograph was taken right about now, in mid-March. Shedding season! No doubt the children will be covered in horse hair when done. I’m off to the stable later on this sunny day, and I know what I’ll look like when I’m finished grooming Tonka!
Today’s Blog Tour stop is at Chickens in the Road. Stop by Suzanne McMinn’s website for a chance to win The Farmstead Egg Guide and Cookbook.
My book has been getting great press! Library Journal and Shelf Awareness have each given it starred reviews. Publishers Weekly says “Golson’s wisdom (is) infinitely helpful.” You can purchase a signed copy from me, or support your local bookstore. It is also available on Amazon.com.
At night, the temperature continues to dip into the teens. During the day it gets a tad warmer. There’s been some melting. At long last, there’s a strip of frozen ground in front of each barn. It’s rock hard, but it’s clear of snow and there’s old grass exposed. I can finally open the door to the Gem’s run.
It took them awhile to find their way to the wider swath of turf, which is where they stayed. Even Misty didn’t venture across the snow. (Although, you can see here that she’s thinking about it.) Not that there is anything to beckon her past the barn. The lawn remains covered by a solid crust.
The Ladies also had an outing. They were delighted.
Despite the fact they the hens were staying close to the coops, they were not safe from predators. I bundled up in ski pants and a down coat and kept an eye on them. Hawks patrol the skies. Four footed predators usually stay away during the sunny midday, but there’s no guarantee.
A few days ago, Lily let us know that something was in the vicinity. She insisted on staying outside, and sat in the middle of the yard on the snow, watching. A raccoon had come onto the porch the previous night. I figured that she was keeping it at bay. A raccoon is smart enough to stay away when an athletic dog is on guard. But, it didn’t. Early that afternoon, the raccoon came onto the back porch. Lily cornered it under the wood pile. With Steve’s help, I directed into a dog crate. I was very relieved that Lily hadn’t tangled with it, but that was more luck than sense on her part.
There could be only two reasons why this raccoon behaved as it did: 1) someone was feeding it and it had become used to people or 2) it was rabid. I called a registered wildlife rehab group who said they would take it. When we handed the crate over to the experienced volunteer, she took one look and determined that the raccoon was ill. It died the next day of rabies. She was worried about our goats. A rabid raccoon will act friendly one moment, and attack another. Had it bitten the goats? Luckily, no, and they are vaccinated. As are Lily and Scooter. Vaccines have gotten a lot of bad press lately, but not from me. This story could have gone another way, and without a rabies vaccine, I could have lost my dogs and my goats.
Once again, I am grateful to my good dog Lily.
