Then I was out and off to the farm to get fresh milk products . . . before my latte even! (What was I thinking?) We were overdue for a resupply.
Cottage cheese in process.
Papa Pea was missing cream for his coffee and I was missing the cottage cheese I make for quick, light meals this busy time of year.
I didn't see anyone at the farm; I'm pretty sure all the activity was in the milking parlor as it was no doubt morning milking time.
As I was loading up my purchased bounty, a few calves came out of their side door of the barn and into the morning sunshine of their outdoor pen. I think they've taken it upon themselves these days to act as the official meeters and greeters to the business in and out of the milk house.
Traffic on the roads on my 18 mile round trip journey was 'bout even between guys in pick-ups on their way to work and deer. All in all, a gorgeous morning for a ride. Cool, crisp and sunshiny.
Baked a batch of zucchini bread last night which we sampled for breakfast. Mmmm, good.
I'm going to do another batch today substituting half of the butter with applesauce, adding a little more grated zucchini and cutting the sugar. I like to bake it in my small loaf pans rather than two regular size pans. Makes a more convenient size for giving away (much better than a couple of over-sized zucchini, right?) or taking on a hike or short vehicle trip.
Also on the schedule is harvesting and processing some beets. Gotta uncover the blueberries (sigh, whadda job) to check for ripe ones. The small orchard of new (last year) fruit trees needs to be weeded.
I also want to plant some salad greens to see if they'll germinate and produce a new crop of lusciousness for us late into the season. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I'll spare you a close-up look inside.
Papa Pea picked a good amount of ripe raspberries yesterday but, sadness and woe, when I opened a container from the fridge this morning to have with fresh cream, I found the berries are once again infested with little white worms which I believe are the larvae of the fruit fly. (Pardon me while I go do a small shudder dance.) The berries developed the worms at the end of last year's season and it looks like they've come on stronger than ever this year. Good thing the raspberry canes are scheduled to come out this year (they are geriatric and have needed to be replaced) and a new raspberry patch planted. Oh, well.
The poultry will think it's a holiday when I dump the wormy berries.
It's Monday Wash Day as usual so I'd better get on with that. Here's wishing all of you a wonderful week!