I was going to title this post death but then figured some of you might have a heart attack and I don’t want that on my conscious so I had to think up something more clever.
As a matter of fact, I am typing these words with the title space still empty because I have no idea what to name this post. By the time I publish it though it’ll have a title, it’ll be filed under categories and even have some tags too.
Despite all of this nonsensical nonesense in my preamble, I’m going to talk about death anyway.
I woke up later than usual, probably because I first woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep for a while. But eventually I did. So when 7:30 rolled around, I rolled out of bed, made a delicious coffee, grabbed my phone and sat down outside on the sun-filled back porch. I took a blissful first sip, opened WP Reader, started reading and went to take another sip when something stopped me. Continue reading “Pesky critters bugging me”
Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.
I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.
I ran out a few weeks ago.
The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.
My hunters are back. Without a moose, be that as it may, but they left early due to hockey and school. The rest of the group will stay another couple of days, so there’s still hope to end up with some meat this season.
Last night we had an unplanned, somewhat freaky adventure.
After dinner, we I decided that a walk down to the lake might be a nice way to end the day. The kids would have preferred to plug in, but they started a pillow fight so I kicked everyone out to burn off some excess energy and enjoy the less humid evening air.
We walked to the park which has a huge field to the right of the path. They brought along a ball, so I let them play a bit of soccer and continued strolling along the path that turned left toward the lake.