Archive for February, 2012

A new one on me…

February 29, 2012

Today I had to go to town to do my weekly FFA coaching gig.  Nearly every Tuesday this school year I’ve been going in during the school’s lunch to educate the kids on the finer points of Equine Evaluation, aka Horse Judging.  It keeps me out of trouble, gives me a way to torture children and stay in touch with what’s happening.  Sort of.  I’m finding that the Ag kids aren’t always the hippest crew.  It’s alright, I fit in.

After that I stopped to do my grocery shopping before heading home.  The store that was on the way usually has the best prices on meat, so I look through their meat case pretty thoroughly.

Having a few par-broiled chicken breasts around works pretty well for quick meals.  I was looking at some of the smaller packages and they are labeled Chicken Breast Steaks.  What?  Huh?  When did we get Chicken Breast Steaks? Does anybody know when this happened?  I have always known them just as Chicken Breasts, maybe Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts, but never has the word steak been involved with my chicken.  OK, you’re right – Chicken Fried Steak?  Yes, but that is technically a beef steak.

So I bought a family size pack that was just labeled Chicken Breasts.

I realize they are probably all the same.  It’s just the principle of being told my chicken is steak.  They can’t lie to me like that.  I won’t let them.

Please, please correct me if you are into meat science and what I say here is misinformed.  Here’s how I always understood things.  Steaks are thinner cuts of larger muscles or groups of muscles.  A cut being an inch thick, give or take.  How can a chicken breast then, be a steak.   It’s one, maybe two muscles.  It’s not cut or sliced when I buy it.   I know, I was dissecting them before I put them in the pot.  It looks to me to just be one major pectoralis muscle.  Again, anyone more familiar with chicken anatomy, please correct me.  Wikipedia was not exactly as detailed as I hoped on this subject.

The dissecting my meat thing is an occupational hazard at this point.  All steaks, roast and other cuts of meat fascinate me.  I try to correlate the muscle from the cow, pig or chicken with the matching muscles in people and horses.  Sick, I know.  It’s my own private mystery to sleuth out.

While I’m on a rant about chicken meat… when did these chickens get so huge?  I have a couple of Big Bertha’s running around here.  Somehow I doubt they would dress out as large as these commercial chickens do.  (If I could ever have the heart to slaughter one of my chickens.  Some days I think it would be no problem, other days I like the nameless, faceless, personality-less meat I get from the grocery store just fine.)

Ok, I feel better now.  Thanks for letting me carry on.

Quitting

February 27, 2012

Quitting is generally viewed as a negative in our culture.  It means giving up something typically important with nothing to fill the void.

As of about noon today the guy is quitting smoking.  So far he’s never been a quitter.  As near as I can tell he’s been smoking for about a hundred years.  Yay, for sticking to it.  Um, where’s that sarcasm font?

I am overjoyed.  Yes he was a smoker when I moved in.  No I have not nagged at him to quit.  In fact this all started of his own volition.  He ordered the CigArrest program.  He chose which day to start quitting.  It did happen to be the day that all of his smokes were gone and he had used up all the tobacco.  I can’t blame him for that.  I take the same approach to quitting chocolate.  Once all the stuff is gone, I will not buy any more.  Until the next time.

“The next time” is why I’m sharing this.  Like I said I am excited about the prospect of living in a smoke free home.  What I need are some ideas on how to support him through this.  Except for some occasional cigarettes that I have bummed off of people when I have been extremely drunk, I don’t smoke. In fact it’s been a few years since I’ve been drunk enough to smoke.  Somehow smoking while drunk guarantees two things for me, I will puke at some point during the night and have a killer hangover the next day.  It never seems to make me as cool as my drunk-self believes it will.  Particularly when offering prayers to the porcelain god.

Back to the problem at hand, I’ve never had to quit smoking.  As I understand it mood swings, grumpiness and grouchiness are to be expected.  How bad does it get?  I mean will I have to figure out how to operate the backhoe to take care of, uh, things?  Or should I just plan a long drive up in the mountains, near abandoned mine shafts and call it good?  Or is he more likely to kill me?

I have considered a reward program of sorts.  If he gets through this I will paint the interior of the house.  Ok, I know that’s my attempt to get rid of the smoke odor.  Although the walls could use a fresh coat of paint.  Plus the walls really need color, they are just a blah white now.   I think I’m more excited about the idea than he is.  However, I would not really be considering the paint idea if he wasn’t going at the no-smoking thing.

When his no-smoking started today I went through the house and cleaned up his smoking places.  Including hiding the ash-trays and lighters.  Any other ideas?

The CigArrest site says that it takes seven days on their program to quit smoking.  Guaranteed.  His official verdict is that the gum “is some nasty tasting shit.”  Hopefully it works, nasty tasting or not.

I am trying to not walk around doing that happy dance that I don’t have to be super careful about when I take my massage linens out of the dryer so they don’t smell like smoke.  I know that the grin I keep wiping off my face doesn’t help either.  For those out there that have quit smoking or have helped others get through it, what helps?

The Versatile Blogger Award

February 26, 2012

I got an award!  For this blog!  Seriously!

Today I got the surprising message that this blog has been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award…

Thank you so very much Sotardelen Nokota Horses for nominating my blog.  The story of the Nokota horse is truly interesting to anyone who is a student of the history of the American West.  It would never have crossed my mind that these horses would turn up in Sweden!

I haven’t even been at this blogging thing for two months and to receive any sort of recognition for it from anyone outside my immediate friends and family means a ton to me.  Thank you.

I’m supposed to share seven completely random pieces of information about myself.

  1. I think I have 30 chickens.
  2. Today I rearranged the family room furniture.
  3. I did nothing with the horses today except feed them this evening, the wind was bitter nasty cold.
  4. There are 15 horses living on this place.
  5. I have a huge weakness for Easter candy.  I know, so not healthy.  But I can’t resist the lovely pastel colors.  Such a sucker for marketing.
  6. Today I had a gluten free first.  I actually asked somebody to check the ingredients on something.  It happened to be the coleslaw at the deli counter.  In doing so, I helped the clerk understand a little more about what gluten is and isn’t.
  7. It absolutely amazes me how much I enjoy blogging, putting myself out there for the world to see.

Now, here are the seven bloggers I have chosen for The Versatile Bloggers Award, in random order:

Rein & Thunder

The Western Life

intoleranceisbliss

zendictive

The Nomad Grad

Thunder Crest Performance Horses

xlalalalisax

If the above mentioned nominees feel moved to play the game, here are the rules:

1. In a post on your blog, nominate 7 fellow bloggers for The Versatile Blogger Award.
2. In the same post, add the Versatile Blogger Award.
3. In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.
4. In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.
5. In the same post, include this set of rules.
6. Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.

Continuing Lessons

February 25, 2012

Here’s a quick run-down of my education so far… High School Graduate.  More credits from the Community College than would transfer to the four-year school – I changed focus multiple times from pre-vet to pre-nursing to the shortest road to some degree to math to science to psychology.  Bachelor of Science in Equine Science from Colorado State University.  Degree or Diploma or something for completing a one year (800 hours) program in massage therapy for people.  Certified Equinology Equine Body Worker – that was an 8 day course followed by over 100 hours of externship.  I’m not sharing that info to brag or to drum up pity at what my student loans are.  What I’m trying to convey is the amount of time and energy I have put into learning about how the equine body works.  Some of it has been very intentional and focused just on horses.  Some has been focused on how everything works.  And still I haven’t scratched the surface.

The most interesting thing (there’s that interesting word again) is when there seems to be specific lessons that it is time for me to learn.  Who determines this and how it is decided is beyond me.  I have had enough experience with these sorts of lessons that I now sit up and pay attention when I realize they are going on.

Yesterday Sierra got her shoes reset.  When the shoer was working on her right front he asked me to “look at this”.  That is not usually something I want to hear from him.  It is almost never a good thing.  Except for the one time my shoer in Fort Collins had me look at how perfect my one mare’s hind feet were shaped.  Anyhow, there is an obvious ridge in her right front making a line at about the four months ago mark.  He found lots of bruising and funky growth as he was trimming the foot down.  Looks like there is more residual from her illness than I was thinking.

As I was round-penning her today she seemed a little freer and relaxed in the movement of her front end.  Now, let me back up and confess to some issues we were having with the lope a few weeks ago.  Only to the left.  It just felt funky.  Kind of had a catch in it.  Wait did I tell you about that already?  I forget.  Whatever.  Because of how the weather worked and what it did to the arena I wasn’t able to spend a lot of time trying to “fix” it.  Thankfully.  I had slowed things down with her and taken the thought process that she needed to re-build her strength more.

Some background on Sierra, she can be a bit coy about being caught.  It rarely turns into a huge deal anymore, although we did have a few go rounds when she was younger.  She just has a habit of being on the far side of her pen when I pull the halter off the gate post.  Today she was front and center and nickering.  Maybe she thought it was dinner time.  She did not leave when she saw the halter though.

She also was my buddy in the round-pen, where it usually takes her a while to warm back up to me when we get to work.  Overall she seems more comfortable.

Here’s what I’m thinking.  She was a tiny bit sore in her feet.  Mostly the right front now, because she had been bearing more weight on it through her illness.  I don’t want to go so far as calling it a stress founder, but it is a similar line of thought.  Where I though she needed a month or so of recovery time, she probably needed about three.  Maybe more still.  I did do a full body work session on her a couple of weeks ago.  There were a few things that shifted around.  I think I will keep going with one full session with her per week as I work to get her fit again.

Today I did notice that she is just an ever-so-teensy-tiny-bit quick to leave the ground with her right front at the trot.  Thinking back, her rhythm hadn’t been completely solid.  Today it was better, which almost made the slight deviation stick out more.  I had written the inconsistent rhythm off as being out of shape on her part.  Now I know that was not the case.

Apparently this is my year to learn about more of the ways that tiny issues in the hoof translate to larger issues in the horse.  First Ki, now Sierra.  Oh goody!  I would just like to have one of them to the point I can get to work and maybe, possibly go to a show sometime this summer.  Please.

Weather Check

February 24, 2012

I am sooooo happy the days are getting longer.  For a while there if I didn’t start feeding the animals by 4:00 in the afternoon, it would be dark before I had finished.  Now I can easily wait until 5:00, or even later.

The longer days are not necessarily bringing warmer weather.  Yesterday was a balmy 55.  Today might have been mid-40s, but with an icy chilly wind.

The shoer came out to reset Ki and Sierra and trim the babies.  Before he got here I went and got Ki and tied him to the hot-walker.  Then I came back in the house to put on a hat.  I would have been happier if I’d slipped on a pair of long-johns and some wool socks too.  When we were working on horses in the sun it wasn’t too bad.  Ok, I wasn’t working.  I was just a hitching post.

When we got to the babies we were in the shade of the barn and it was uncomfortably cold.  It’s bad when you kind of hope for an argument out of the yearlings just so you have to work a little and keep warmer.  Even with my fleece lined gloves my hands got cold enough that my penmanship skills were lacking when I went to write the check.  I’m sure the check will cash though, they always do.

Now I’m inside with the pellet stove going, my toes have warmed up and life is good.  Tomorrow looks to be warmer and will hopefully find me with time to ride.  The rest of the weekend is looking to be long-john weather.

I’m really not complaining.  As long as I can move, I would prefer to be cool instead of warm.  It just helps to be prepared properly.  The weather has been unseasonably warm some days, others (like today) run more in the norm.  But then again the “norm” here is that it can snow on the 4th of July.  It certainly was still snowing into April last year.  Somewhere, we’ll have a run of 100+ degree days and I’ll be looking forward to the layers and long-johns again.

Gratuitous Pictures with Dinner

February 23, 2012

Debating whether to give you dinner first, or the pictures…

Dinner it is…

Seeing as how yesterday was Mardi Gras and as usual I was mostly oblivious to that fact, today I decided to make Jambalaya.  Just as a nod to Louisiana and New Orleans.  I’ve not been there, not sure when I will get there, but spicy food is good and Jambalaya is good when it’s spicy.  It’s Shirley’s fault, over at Gluten Free Easily.  She posted this yummy sounding recipe and suggested Popovers to go with the Jambalaya.  Yummy.

FYI – Shirley appears to be some kind of gluten free angel.  If you follow her on facebook or twitter, she posts all sorts of gluten free recipes from a variety of websites.  She’s tipped me onto some great blogs, this just happens to be the first recipe of hers that I’ve made.

Did I mention that I’ve never made either of these before?  Jambalaya is just stew, right?  My mom used to make Popovers periodically, for whatever reason I never have.  Their only purpose seems to be to hold copious amounts of butter.  Who doesn’t need more butter?  (Actually I need more butter, I’m all out of the good Kerry Gold stuff, guess I’ll have to do with the regular Organic… and really there is a huge difference in taste.)

Being me, I couldn’t follow the recipe for Jambalaya exactly.  I thought it needed chicken and bacon.  Because everything needs bacon, that’s why.  Oh there was that Jalapeno I added, and the Cayenne pepper too.  For the most part though I did do what she said.  And there was much rejoicing.

The Popovers really, really popped!  So many crannies and crevices for butter.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Now I know why I haven’t made them before.  Highly, highly addictive.  Between the Jambalaya and the Popovers, I foundered myself tonight.  No, the Popovers are not a heavy bread… but by the time you eat three of them you know about it.  I showed great restraint not plowing through two more before I finished my bowl.  As far as the Jambalaya, I can’t say as the bacon or chicken added anything, they didn’t seem to be a detraction though.  Got the heat just right too.

Now for pictures, because we all like pictures, right?

Whenever we can we try to provide toys for the horses.  Really, anything non-toxic can work.  One day there was a rag, what appeared to be an old T-shirt that the colts were playing tug of war with.  The cone game works something like this… whoever is toughest gets to play with the cone.  The filly gave up on it when the colt said he wanted to play with it.  The object of the game is to get the cone picked up and wave it around and try to scare your pasture mates.  If they aren’t scared of it, then play of war.  Or decide it’s a boring game and just go bug someone.  I have not managed to get many pictures of the bay colt recently, because he will not get far enough away from me.  His goal in life seems to be to become a lap dog.  Since he’s already the biggest of the three yearlings, I’m not too sure how that’s going to work out for him.

Now, some random, gratuitous sunset pictures…

The road to nowhere?

On that note, I’m going to leave you as I go lay down to digest.

Isn’t that interesting…

February 22, 2012

It used to be what I’d say if I was trying to be catty without sounding like it.  You know with that tone.  No, that tone.  That tone where no one could get after me because I hadn’t said anything mean.  But I meant it in a condescending, critical even snotty way.

Now.  Now I use it in a very genuine way.  Mostly in regards to bodies, and parts of bodies that aren’t working like they would like to.

Maybe it’s a sign I’ve grown up.  Maybe it’s a lesson I’ve been learning.  The one about remaining in awe of our world.  I haven’t mastered the lesson yet, but I’m on my way with it.

I also use it with the horses more.  I think they were the ones that got me started with using the phrase in a real way.  No pretensions, just honest awe and wonder.  Those moments when a horse does something totally unexpected and instead of being upset by it, just stepping back and trying to find the lesson.

Bodies, both human and equine, have been helping me to deepen my connection to the phrase ”isn’t that interesting”.

The person who has neck pain that is helped by the work I’m called to do on their hips.  Isn’t that interesting?

Recently I had a two-legged client with pain in their left shoulder that was helped by a bunch of work on their right shoulder.  When they ask how does that work?  My reply varies between “I don’t know man, I didn’t do it.” And “Well, isn’t that interesting?”

The first answer because I really don’t know why.  It just happened that the right shoulder had all sorts of angriness and heat that worked its way out.  Was that tension pulling against the muscles and the spine putting causing the left side to be stretched and painful?  Maybe.  Is there another explanation?  Probably.  Will it work that way the next time their left shoulder hurts?  Possibly.  Possibly not.

There aren’t always consistent connections.  It seems that each of us get our bodies screwed up in ways that are our own.  Sometimes, there are similarities.  Sometimes not.

Isn’t that interesting.

Then the horses.  When I work on a horse I try to collect information about it from the owner,  rider or trainer about what issues they may be having.  Sometimes there is a logical seeming source that I can locate.  Othertimes, not so much.

Being reluctant to relax and bend through the neck and connect to the bridle to the right when his poll is jammed up makes sense.  Why the left lead was weird and the only thing I can find is some tension in the left side of the ribcage?  Doesn’t make as much sense, but the left lead improved.  (A horse typically has to let the outside side of their body stretch a bit more at the lope… in this case the rib tension would have made sense to me on the other side of the body.)  Why the stuckness of L5 and the Sacrum didn’t present an issue with forward motion completely puzzles me.

What I find is that the more I approach each body as its own unique opportunity to find out about what is interesting to it the more readily its own issues reveal themselves to me.  If I approach with the idea that x must always cause y and therefore if I release tension in x then y will improve, doesn’t seem to work all the time.  Yes I would probably be able to find tension in x, but the release of that won’t always fix y.  Each body has its own story to tell.

Isn’t that interesting.

Dogs and Horses

February 20, 2012

A friend of mine posted a picture of a Queensland Blue Heeler puppy on facebook with the caption “Should I?”  Of course I had to say “Yes!”, followed by “Best. Dogs. Ever!”  But I’m not biased.

What can I say, my dog is cool!

Bruce is three and half or so years old now.  He is getting to be a very, very useful dog.  No, I don’t typically work cattle with him.  Yes I have had to come down on him extremely hard about biting things.  We may still need to have a few chats about that. The first time I actually worked Bruce on cattle he was about a year old and we were trying to get a bunch of Corriente bulls put away that had escaped.  At that point, I didn’t really have a great handle on him.  I could send him, but he went fast and hard because it was fun!  He also learned then that biting sometimes was the only way to get those suckers to move.  He will on occasion bite the horses, if he thinks that is the right thing to do.  Since biting horses is never the right thing to do, this is an ongoing discussion we have, it has gotten much better.  I don’t care if he bites cattle (if they need it), biting the horses is another story.

Some things to know about my dog.  He is a workaholic.  He is ball crazy, unless there is something to move.  He’s proven to be handy with helping to push reluctant chickens into their house when it’s time for bed.  Really, he’s a chicken herding dog.  Sort of a new take on a bird dog, eh?  We’ve had discussions about not biting the chickens too.  They tend not to survive being bit.

More about him, he gets really pesky when he thinks it should be time to work.  Like in the mornings, if it’s icky outside and I’m content to dink on the computer, he gets whiny and yippy and starts poking me with his nose to go do something.  If I don’t get up when he thinks I should he’ll swat the bed with one of his paws, shaking it just enough to rouse me.  That and he has a really high pitched whine that can turn into a yip quickly.  If the paw shaking the bed doesn’t get me moving quick enough, he’s figured out how to poke me in the ribs that way.  He’ll lay on the bed waiting while I get ready in the mornings, as soon as he hears my jeans get pulled on, he is right there stretching and making Wookie-like noises… telling me he’s ready to go.  In fact it’s more like he’s telling me “jeez mom what took you so long, I was ready like two hours ago.”  Like I said, he’s pesky.

Before I moved here he would ‘help’ me with round-penning horses.  His help consists of running the perimeter of the pen and poking his nose in where he thinks it is appropriate to keep the horse moving.  When you have a young heeler pup, you sometimes make choices that help get them worked down and worn out instead of the ones that will help make them a good dog long-term.  This was one of those choices, I figured a tired puppy is a good puppy and I was taking any road headed to tired puppy.  Not that this ruined him, but anytime I go to work a horse in anything resembling a round-pen (which my working pen pretty much does) he thinks it is his job to help.  Sometimes I wonder if I seem that incompetent to him – as though he thinks I just couldn’t even get a horse to move with out his help.  Often times, I will tie him up while I’m working the horses, so that I know they are working for me instead of him.

None of my horses are afraid of dogs, or of Bruce.  They are aware of him though.  Karat likes to act as though she’s going to stomp him.  She might if she got a good chance too.  She goes after all manner of small critters.  Once I watched her chase the yellow tomcat through her pasture.  The chickens have often come fluttering out of her pen in a hurry too.

A word about horses who are afraid of dogs.  I suspect that they were raised in a sheltered environment and not allowed/expected to think.  I also suspect that when they have met dogs, it has been the wrong kind of dogs.  The sort of dogs who do senseless, pointless things.  Most herding dogs do everything with purpose and intention.  They will transmit that they intend to get the horse to move from a ways away.  Also, my horses seem to understand that Bruce answers to me.  Which translates to them as he is an extension of me.  The horses will look at me if he is getting close, wondering if there is something they should be doing, or something I should be doing about the dog.  Basically, the horses here think most of the time before they act.  A useful trait.

It’s taken Bruce a couple years and quite a few discussions to understand that it doesn’t work to get rough with the horses.  His most recent educational experience was a few weeks ago with Jr.

That’s when he caught a hoof to the nose.  At least it looked like that’s where Jr caught him, and certainly that’s where Bruce was bleeding.  It went down like this…  Jr was on the hot walker, he has learned that if he stops, the walker stops too.  Because the motor keeps trying to work and belts and such will get worn out when the horses stop it, this behavior is frowned upon by me.  My options to get him to not do this – (1) put a chain on his nose so that additional pressure is applied when the walker pulls on him when he stops.  It’s effective, not necessarily nice, it can get you in a really bad spot if the horse sets back hard with the chain over his nose (broken nasal bones, severe damage to the cartilage of the nose) so is not a first choice.  (2) Get the BB gun and let one fly every time he stops the walker.  This is also effective, but requires me to have the thing, loaded and ready to go.  It also doesn’t work well if I am trying to hold onto another horse while the shoer is working on him, which was the case that day.  (3) Send Bruce (or any useful dog) in to ‘help’ the horse move forward again.  Effective, doesn’t require any skill on my part (aiming accurately at a target) and if I’m multi-tasking is my first choice.  Only problem with option #3 is that Jr is really smart and he always knows where his feet are.

I’d sent Bruce in a couple of times to step Jr forward again.  Bruce was being good, hadn’t bit and was listening to me when I told him to come back.  The most Bruce had to do up to that point was bump Jr’s back leg with his nose.  We must have had a communication breakdown the last time because Bruce went in a little too fast and was going for a bite, meanwhile Jr got his hind legs sucked way under him as he saw Bruce come up.  Bruce thought he would get the bite the same time Jr fired.  Because Jr had his legs so far under his belly there was nowhere for Bruce to go when the kick came.  He was ducked down, but still in too close – the kick connected and he tumbled back pretty hard.

There were definitely a couple of egos at work there.  Bruce was going to teach this cocky colt to keep doing what he’d been told.  Jr was going to get this dog straightened out about being so bossy.  There is a lesson in here for where not to be if a horse kicks, I think Bruce is a little more aware of how far under the horse he goes to follow those hind feet.  Jr may turn out to be one of those few horses that will sucker a dog into his space just so he can stomp on them.  (Not surprising given his mother’s propensity for attempting to stomp small animals.)

I know a few people would have freaked out about their dog bleeding from the nose.  I don’t.  It’s not that I’m calloused, although I may be a little, really it’s that I know just how tough these dogs are.

There is a sort of long story with the heeler I had before Bruce, somehow she cracked her skull open.  Literally, she busted open her sinus cavities above her left eye.  I will probably never know how it happened, I had been gone and when I got home her head was busted open.  The next day I took her to the vet… she was still cruising around at normal speed for most dogs.  She hopped up on the exam table happy as can be.  She gave no indication that she was really hurting.  I could tell that she had been taken down a few pegs, she didn’t have her usual quickness going on.  I think the vet was kind of surprised too when he got in there to clean out the wound and assess the damage.  She healed up fine, other than having a permanent dent in her head.

So a bloody nose with no other signs of injury didn’t cause me great concern.  Yes I watched him for a while to be sure he wasn’t disoriented.  I also did not allow him to go back in after Jr.  Although Jr really didn’t need any more encouragement to keep going.  Bruce was game enough to go back in, I just wouldn’t let him.

I also know stories about heelers that have been mauled, kicked hard and even shot.  None of them get too fazed by it.  Many other dogs would be in a corner in a pool of urine.  Every heeler I know just comes back ready for more.  As Vicki Hearne, one of my favorite authors says in the Introduction to “Animal Happiness” regarding an Airedale named Texas, “he was ‘encouraged by the success of his last encounter.’”  (In fact what I look for in a dog has been greatly influenced by reading works by Vicki Hearne – I highly recommend reading “Adam’s Task“, “Animal Happiness” and “Bandit“.)

Bruce is also indispensable for me in helping load horses.  It took me a little bit of time with him, but he will stay behind the horse and help make sure they keep moving forward to the trailer.  Most of mine don’t need much help, a couple of them though… lets just say it’s way easier with his help.  It was probably one day last summer when he finally got how to help with loading.  You know how it is when you have to explain to someone what to do to help?  And how nice it is when you work with someone that just gets it?  That’s what happened with Bruce and the horses.  For a while I had to constantly tell him, “No” or “Get over there” or “here” or just have to keep an eye on him.  Then one day he just was where he should be, waiting and watching for that slight signal to increase the pressure a little more.  Maybe not perfect 100% of the time as evidenced by his recent kick to the nose, but mostly getting how to be helpful.

But really, his help in rounding up chickens is the handiest thing he does.

Experimental Cookie Fail

February 19, 2012

It’s fixing to storm here again.  My arena is half mud.  Too slick and sticky to work in.  New project is going to be fixing the footing so it drains.  That probably won’t get started on until this summer, maybe.

Anyhow, since this turned out to be a mostly indoor day, I figured I’d cook and bake.  The stew is simmering away on the stove.  It smells good, hopefully it tastes that way too.

After reading this post which includes a very yummy looking recipe for banana bread, which I have yet to try, I was feeling braver about trying to substitute gluten free flour for the regular stuff.

I’ve had this bag of Crystallized Ginger by The Ginger People for a while, it was one of those things that just begged to come home with me.  I figured it would be tasty in something.  The back of the package has a recipe for Chewy Ginger Snaps.  Looks like a good recipe.  Since my last attempt at gluten free ginger snaps was simply to add some ginger chips (also from The Ginger People) into a molasses cookie recipe.  Those didn’t turn out bad, just not the ginger snap taste I was looking for.  I used to love the little Triple Ginger Cookies from Trader Joes that have the pieces of ginger in them, seems they don’t have a gf version.  Plus going to my nearest TJ’s is a five hour round-trip.  All in all, this recipe was looking promising.  And I’ve been wanting some good gingersnap cookies.

Here is a link to the recipe.  Other than the ingredients being in a different order, it looks the same.  No wait, what’s this 2 cups + 2 Tbsp of flour?  On the back of the package it only calls for 2 cups.  Hmmm, could this be why my cookies spread way out?  And went beyond chewy to super crispy?  Or is it because I subbed the gluten free flour?  The dough wasn’t quite as stiff as I remember ginger snap dough being… so I’m leaning towards the extra flour being needed.  Not having made this recipe before though, I didn’t really know what the dough was supposed to be like.

The cookies that didn’t get overly crisp are like a ginger lace cookie.  These things really spread out on the pan.

The ones that got overly crisp are now in a ziplock baggie.  I’m thinking they will turn into ginger cookie crumbs for a pie crust.

I haven’t decided if this experience has shattered my new found sense of confidence for baking with gluten free flours.  The cookies do taste good.  The flour didn’t seem to alter that.  Anyone out there know if those 2 Tbsp of flour would make that much difference?

My upside in the kitchen is the loaf of Paleo Bread I made turned out the best so far.

Fun Filled Friday Night.

February 18, 2012

Woooo-hoooo, better watch me, I might be having too much fun here!

This is what my Friday night consists of…

1. Feed Horses
2. Feed Chickens
3. Feed Cats
4. Feed Dogs
5. Feed Me
6. Watch youtube videos of horses

Can you stand how exciting my life is?

Dinner (for me) was actually Paleo-approved.  Pork chops with green beans almondine.  Some red wine.  Life is good.

Videos are for the stallion that I currently need to save pennies to breed my now yearling filly to.  Is it bad that I have already picked out a stud for her?  Check him out – WR This Cats Smart.  Sort of late for Valentine’s Day, huh?  I’ve got a few years before she’ll be ready to be bred.

Happy Friday!

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