Breakfast was weird, bits and pieces of things. I started to really *FEEL* the strife of the project. I tried to eat the last piece of cake that I made the other day but it was.. really soggy. I was grossed out and sad that my fast breakfast option was gone. Ick. I ended up eating half a lamb pepperoni stick, then going on a walk with my Mom. Then I snacked on peas and teensy tomatoes in the garden. I made an early lunch to make up for my small and strange breakfast.
Lunch felt monotonous also. A fried egg and some garden squash. Both of these items are very good… even some of my favorite foods, but.. well.. it’s been squash and eggs a lot around here recently. I snazzed the squash up with some breadcrumbs. The very last bit of the bread I baked on Day 1. It felt good to really use it all up. I shared the loaf with the kids as well, and I’m really surprised how long it lasted.
After lunch I kinda laid around. I felt vaguely hungry, or maybe just.. full of cravings. I wanted chocolate, and bananas and peanut butter and avocados, and coffee. I wanted BUTTER slathered on things. I wanted bacon! I wanted to fire up the BBQ and do some Korean BBQ chicken. I just .. wanted.
Then I got an idea. To the computer I flew to use my google-fu. Oh! A biscuit recipe that uses oil instead of shortening/butter/lard ?? LOVE. I figured I could at least make biscuits and use some of the honey+berry sauce that my oldest and I cooked up last night. (We called it witches brew and Laurel had a great time stirring it up and chanting at it.) Then I remembered something amazing! I bought organic fancy local-ish whipping cream a few days ago! and I still had over half the little container.. I’d just *MAKE* butter.
So there it was.
I used this recipe for the biscuits. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough of my fancy sunflower oil, so I just used a little more liquid to make up for it and it came out just fine. I used a combination of whey left over from the day 1 cheese making, and a splash of the whipping cream to substitue for the buttermilk. I also subbed in whole wheat flour for half of the flour. These turned out REALLY good. I think possibly better than my usual biscuits.. I’m not sure how.. maybe because I just really really wanted them. Also they were topped with homemade “butter” and homemade “jam”.
The butter was just overwhipped cream that was lightly salted. I didn’t wait until it completely separated, it was just too tasty and fluffy and magnificent as it was. The jam was just a ton of honey and a decent handful of berries and a little water in a sauce pan.. I thought it’d make yummy pancake syrup, but instead it jelled into a soft set jelly.
The children loved them. Laurel said they were scrumptious. Alice hummed and chewed and made yummy noises. She tried to talk with her mouth completely full, but was unintelligible.
The biscuits were just the thing to pick me up. I went to the fancy shop downtown and picked up a local lamb shank from Reister Farms and some feta from Dee Creek Farms. I picked up another bottle of sunflower oil and some dried mushrooms from a local Vancouver company. I sure hope they are localy grown/harvested mushrooms, I sorta just took a gamble.
Dinner was home made flat bread with the left over cabbage roll filling inside with lettuce and feta. On the side there were amazing green beans from my Organic produce delivery box. topped with tomatoes (farmers market) and more feta. It was good.
Tomorrow I get milk from my secret raw milk source. This is serious stuff here. I hear it comes from a farm near to where we bought baby chicks to add to my mother’s flock. I am excited to have it, seriously… but on the other hand part of me wonders, why is this “local” milk so difficult to get? Why is the closest place to get milk of this quality a 40 minute drive away? Why dont we HAVE a local, commercially viable, natural dairy farm within 50 miles of EVERY large metropolitan city in climates that can sustain it?
In fact I went to a local grocery store to pick up a few things for the family after I did my shopping down town… they havent been doing the project with me unless I’m eating something amazing and decadent, and in enough quantity to share. I picked up some tortillas, milk (because tomorrow’s cereal must have milk, much earlier than I’ll pick up my raw milk), yogurt, and a pepperoni stick (because I keep sharing my expensive local lamb ones with my family and … I think I’d like to save my last one. ). The pepperoni stick was made in somewhat Nearby Tillamook. A place we drive through a couple times a year. A place I’d consider pretty local. I’m happy to say that the majority of cheese consumed in my house is from Tillamook. I decided they weren’t “local enough” to be considered in this project, but I am perfectly happy with them. They dont sell milk though here, and their yogurt isnt my favorite.
Anyway, as I walked through my neighborhood market I became more and more outraged at the lack of local food. Two different kinds of lettuce in the produce department proudly displayed a “Locally Grown!” sign but I could not find any information as to where exactly they are grown.. what city? what state? how many miles from this market?
I looked for things that should be viable crops here in the Northwest.. but most everything was imported. A lot of things simply didnt say. It bothered me. Why cant they put that little bit of information on their package?
After I ranted about this to my husband he said that he was pretty sure that Portland had a large dairy that I should be able to find products from in our local stores. On further internet inspection I see that this is true, and I may just be going out tomorrow to find some Alpenrose butter. Maybe I’d even buy icecream, knowing that the flavorings and sugar and all that are probably not locally sourced. Naw I’ll leave icecream for after this project.
Either way… the day is done. I am full of rants that have no end, no solution, no resolve. I feel dissatisfied with the world around me, and somewhat satisfied with my own efforts.