So first things first, we might be getting chickens in the next few weeks. Maybe. Or we might not. Either way, we have a chicken coop in our back woods, and Scott made a door for it on Sunday. I think it looks pretty great. I also think it’s fun that we have random things in our woods like a mostly functional chicken coop and a one-stall goat shed. Not things I thought I would ever want or need.
Chickens aside, we tried a new recipe last night, and I liked it a lot. The weird thing is that it’s mostly raw sweet potato. The annoying thing is that you have to julienne all of the veggies, which takes more time if your julienne tool breaks after the first slice. The reason it’s all worth it? Well, the quantity of veggies you have to julienne isn’t that huge. And the taste. The taste is worth it. This salad is really healthy and makes delicious leftovers. It also goes well with buttermilk biscuits and country ham, which was the main part of our meal last night. (Yeah, raw healthy healthy side dish means you can fully enjoy your buttermilk biscuits guilt-free.)
What is this magical recipe? Sweet potato, celery, and apple salad, oh my! You can find it here: Martha Stewart’s Sweet Potato, Celery, and Apple Salad. Even if you have to chop up the veggies teeny tiny all by yourself, it’s worth it. And the chopping only took about 15 minutes. That’s not so bad. The raw sweet potatoes? Well, they taste pretty mild and crunchy and nice.
photo by Mark Weinberg, recipe from Martha Stewart via Food 52
And last but not least, I love spring flowers.
Thursdays tend to be my slow morning of the week, which means laundry and dishes and sitting on the couch. I like Thursday mornings a lot. I think I even like them enough to make up for the late work day that follows.
Unfortunately, I’m suffering from a mild cooking injury this morning. I chopped up some jalapenos last night, which contributed to some marginally tasty shrimp tacos. Nothing to brag about. But those peppers have done a number on me. A tiny droplet of jalapeno juice seems to be lodged between my thumbnail and my skin, and it won’t stop burning. Who knew that such a small, invisible thing could cause so much discomfort! Maybe I’ll go on cooking disability for a few days.
And while I sit here staring at my thumb, I’m dreaming about daffodils. The last thing that got stuck under my nails was a muddy mess. Scott and I planted a Christmas present from his dad on Sunday, and I’m excited about it. He gave us daffodil bulbs from the family farm, and they’re now proudly planted in a couple of spots around our yard.
photo from Forest Wander
There are several things I love about the daffodils. These daffodils in particular have been on the family farm for years, and now they’re going to make our new(ish) home feel a bit more like family. I also like that deer don’t particularly enjoy munching on daffodils. I try not to plant snacks for critters in the yard. And last but not least, I like that daffodils multiply every year. Low-maintenance plants and I get along great. Now all I need is some rosemary to make the yard feel completely like home.