Happy Thanksgiving from Black Water Farm
Our travel plans got changed at the last minute due to host illness. So the project for today (besides cooking a feast for ourselves) was making bunnies be dead. We killed 3 boys; should have killed more but ran out of gumption (and the roast duck had to go in). The first rabbit was slow going as we were learning the knack of peeling the skin off. The book talks about it being like taking off your socks. Well, maybe if you haven't taken your socks off for the entire year, and your hairs were growing through them. We hung them by a bungee cord over the utility room sink to bleed out. I was surprised by how much liver they have. (over half a pint container between them). We tossed the kidneys and abdominal fat (surprisingly plentiful in the older one; yes, Skydiver is no more.), wasteful beings that we are; the hearts went into today's dressing. I've salted down the 3 pelts and we'll see if I can make them be OK. They're in the only cool dry CAT-FREE place I could think of, my truck. We packaged up 4 packages of 2 lbs or so big pieces for the freezer. We took all the backs and cooked them down...got 2 pts of loose meat, and the stock. This rabbit tastes better than any commercial rabbit I've eaten.
Just got done with dinner: tossed salad, molded salad (the only disaster; I set it in to loosen and forgot about it), cranberry orange relish, broccoli, sweet potatoes baked in pineapple juice, duck with stuffing. Made a pecan pie and a squash/sweet potato (don't open a can, clean up the leftovers instead). I added extra pecans to the pecan, which may have been a mistake, as 1 1/2 cups was enough. It's lighter than the usual, and sugar free. Dressing was made from day-old that Rusty buys for the chickens.
19 eggs today! Yet one more thing to be thankful for, that and nice weather today.
Sweetie, a rescue cat, used to be somebody's inside pet, and is a regular cuddle glutton. She likes to follow when we're doing chores, but she's been forbidden by Rusty because she used one of the laying boxes as a litter box. Well, why not, that's what they are. "But Mommy, I did the right thing; why are you mad at me..."
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