Slap yo' mama!
Posted by Amateur Teacher on Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Under: cooking
It's been a crazy day. Work was great, but when I got home I soon realized we had reached a whole new level of crazy. The ducks... the ducks. The. ducks. are. disgusting. They're cute, don't get me wrong, but they have got to be the messiest creatures I have ever had to take care of. With that said, I would still rather clean duck poop than cat poop... just to clarify that there are still things nastier. I peeked over the brooder when I got home to see a soupy mess. They had splashed their water everywhere and were happily quacking and cheeping away as their webbed feet made slapping noises against the porridge of feed, water, wood chips, and poop. Gross.
Mister and I agreed they had to get out of there. Today. Well, I had spent some time this weekend seeing if ducks and chickens could live together in harmony. According to several people, ducks and chickens were fine as coop-mates. Several people that had ducks and chickens living peacefully together thought that the not-so-peaceful living arrangements of those who had less luck housing the two species together were crazy and seemed so surprised that this was not possible for them. "Our homestead is peaceful... surely it will be ok..." Yeah. Not today. Within two seconds of putting the second duck in we found out 1. Who the head hen is in our coop and 2. That, indeed, the two were not meant to live together. Plan B.
We ended up putting them in the original coop we had gotten a year ago for our Bantams (we won't retell that story) and butted our wire dog kennel up to it for a run. And that was that. Why didn't we think of that in the first place? I expect to have a more permanent arrangement for them by this weekend. Let's hope... Plan C is in the works.
What I won't say is that while all this is going on the puppy is tripping me up, Jessie is trying to hold Lynn back from attacking me, Loretta is in the ornamental bushes, and mosquitoes are waging World War III on my legs and arms. Needless to say, I was exhausted and ready for supper.
Oh, supper. And here is where it gets better. Squash casserole. The best. Mister raved about it. I'll leave you with the recipe:
This comes from my LaGrange College Continuing Educated Taste Cookbook (a favorite in my cookbook collection). It's a compilation of recipes from LC alumni. It's full of some the best old southern recipes! It's also full of stories from alumni and some recipes come with personal tale of how a recipe was special to them during their college years. Sometimes I get caught up in reading that instead of the recipe!
3 teaspoons butter (why not use tablespoons?)
1 cup crushed saltines (I use ritz crackers)
1 cup grated cheese
1 medium onion (squash and onion is like q and u)
1 pound yellow squash (about four cups)
1/2 teaspoons salt
1 cup milk
1 egg, beaten
Cook squash and onion until tender. Drain and mash (I skip this step). Add salt, butter, crushed crackers. Next, add 1/2 of cheese, the milk and egg. Pour in baking dish; sprinkle remaining 1/2 cheese on top. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or until firm. (I like to get an extra handful of crackers and sprinkle on top of the finished product before sticking it in the oven.)
Enjoy!
Mister and I agreed they had to get out of there. Today. Well, I had spent some time this weekend seeing if ducks and chickens could live together in harmony. According to several people, ducks and chickens were fine as coop-mates. Several people that had ducks and chickens living peacefully together thought that the not-so-peaceful living arrangements of those who had less luck housing the two species together were crazy and seemed so surprised that this was not possible for them. "Our homestead is peaceful... surely it will be ok..." Yeah. Not today. Within two seconds of putting the second duck in we found out 1. Who the head hen is in our coop and 2. That, indeed, the two were not meant to live together. Plan B.
We ended up putting them in the original coop we had gotten a year ago for our Bantams (we won't retell that story) and butted our wire dog kennel up to it for a run. And that was that. Why didn't we think of that in the first place? I expect to have a more permanent arrangement for them by this weekend. Let's hope... Plan C is in the works.
What I won't say is that while all this is going on the puppy is tripping me up, Jessie is trying to hold Lynn back from attacking me, Loretta is in the ornamental bushes, and mosquitoes are waging World War III on my legs and arms. Needless to say, I was exhausted and ready for supper.
Oh, supper. And here is where it gets better. Squash casserole. The best. Mister raved about it. I'll leave you with the recipe:
This comes from my LaGrange College Continuing Educated Taste Cookbook (a favorite in my cookbook collection). It's a compilation of recipes from LC alumni. It's full of some the best old southern recipes! It's also full of stories from alumni and some recipes come with personal tale of how a recipe was special to them during their college years. Sometimes I get caught up in reading that instead of the recipe!
3 teaspoons butter (why not use tablespoons?)
1 cup crushed saltines (I use ritz crackers)
1 cup grated cheese
1 medium onion (squash and onion is like q and u)
1 pound yellow squash (about four cups)
1/2 teaspoons salt
1 cup milk
1 egg, beaten
Cook squash and onion until tender. Drain and mash (I skip this step). Add salt, butter, crushed crackers. Next, add 1/2 of cheese, the milk and egg. Pour in baking dish; sprinkle remaining 1/2 cheese on top. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or until firm. (I like to get an extra handful of crackers and sprinkle on top of the finished product before sticking it in the oven.)
Enjoy!
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