IN MY KITCHEN

My version of freezer cooking

good to the last drop

Two weekends ago, I made the "mistake" of listening to a Homefries podcast while folding loads of laundry. Tsh was talking to Jessica from Life as Mom, and the topic of freezer cooking came up in their conversation. Jessica is a champion freezer cooker

And suddenly, listening to that podcast, it was like someone had proppelled me into a crazed state of freezer cooking madness. 

I know there are tons of resources on the internet about freezer cooking. People have mastered it. Freezing meals, casseroles, soups, pies, the insides of pies. Doing all their cooking for the year in one afternoon. (slight exaggeration).

And while I really want to be one of "those people", I've always been overwhelmed by the idea. Buying all that food. Finding long stretches of uninterrupted time in the kitchen. The freezer space required. The supplies. The know-how. The mess. The dishes.

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But last Saturday, I decided for my growing family who seems to be consuming more and more volumes of food at every meal, I needed to give this a try. 

I spent the next hour or so with roughly every blog post Jessica has ever written on the topic opened in tabs on my browser. I began scribbling down notes, making a shopping list and getting even more inspired. 

I decided that I needed to tackle this new project in manageable chunks. I didn't google anything or search for more ideas, but decided to only use Jessica's blog as my resource so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed by information overload.  I knew I needed to stick with a few basics and go from there. 

I decided on three goals:

Cook and freeze a large batch of shredded chicken.

Try her "lawnmower taco" recipe.

Make one casserole during the week that I could double. Make one. Freeze one.

I went to the grocery store that afternoon after scanning circulars for a good deal on chicken. That evening after dinner I put all the chicken in my crockpot with some water and chicken base (I love Minors) and set it on low. In the morning after it had cooled somewhat, it was tender and easy to shred and package up for the freezer once it came to room temperature. (an important tip!)

Last week when I was making dinner, it was easy to make a double-recipe and freeze another whole casserole for some other night when I'm not in the mood to cook or feeling totally uninspired.

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Over the weekend, I made her lawnmower taco recipe, which was so simple, good and demolished by my family. And I browned extra meat and froze a portion of it for later.

Seriously, I think I could get into this. I absolutely do not see myself as someone who will do month's worth of prepping and freezing, but this little experiment opened my eyes to the fact that there are great ways to take on this idea in manageable ways. It was so easy to cook the chicken. overnight, in the crockpot. So easy to double a recipe. 

I'm excited to slowly add more things to my freezer (which I also cleaned out that morning, too. Seriously. I was inspired!) Last week, I pulled out some shredded chicken at the last minute and made Sarah's Chicken and Dumplings, which usually require me to be much more prepared and have started the recipe mid-day. 

My only issue now is knowing when to use the things I've frozen. Is a regular old weeknight dinner a good excuse to break out something frozen? Or do I keep them only for the nights that life is crazy or I'm just completely uninspired and unprepared for dinner that evening? I think if I continue to watch for good deals and try to double at least one thing each week, I'll feel more satisfied with my stash and won't feel so panicked when I dip into it. 

This week, I want to freeze some cookie dough. And I want to try chicken pot pie–one to eat, one to freeze. 

Yeah, I'm kinda in love with this whole concept. (And with my organized freezer full of options.)

And you? Do you freeze? Tell me more! I'm dying to hear more ideas and inspiration! Talk to me.

**(And yes, there is something new….it's coming. I'm just behind. As usual…)**

good to the last drop

 

Two weekends ago, I made the “mistake” of listening to a Homefries podcast while folding loads of laundry. Tsh was talking to Jessica from Life as Mom, and the topic of freezer cooking came up in their conversation. Jessica is a champion freezer cooker

 

And suddenly, listening to that podcast, it was like someone had proppelled me into a crazed state of freezer cooking madness. 

 

I know there are tons of resources on the internet about freezer cooking. People have mastered it. Freezing meals, casseroles, soups, pies, the insides of pies. Doing all their cooking for the year in one afternoon. (slight exaggeration).

 

And while I really want to be one of “those people”, I’ve always been overwhelmed by the idea. Buying all that food. Finding long stretches of uninterrupted time in the kitchen. The freezer space required. The supplies. The know-how. The mess. The dishes.

 

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But last Saturday, I decided for my growing family who seems to be consuming more and more volumes of food at every meal, I needed to give this a try. 

 

I spent the next hour or so with roughly every blog post Jessica has ever written on the topic opened in tabs on my browser. I began scribbling down notes, making a shopping list and getting even more inspired. 

 

I decided that I needed to tackle this new project in manageable chunks. I didn’t google anything or search for more ideas, but decided to only use Jessica’s blog as my resource so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by information overload.  I knew I needed to stick with a few basics and go from there. 

 

I decided on three goals:

 

Cook and freeze a large batch of shredded chicken.

 

Try her “lawnmower taco” recipe.

 

Make one casserole during the week that I could double. Make one. Freeze one.

 

I went to the grocery store that afternoon after scanning circulars for a good deal on chicken. That evening after dinner I put all the chicken in my crockpot with some water and chicken base (I love Minors) and set it on low. In the morning after it had cooled somewhat, it was tender and easy to shred and package up for the freezer once it came to room temperature. (an important tip!)

 

Last week when I was making dinner, it was easy to make a double-recipe and freeze another whole casserole for some other night when I’m not in the mood to cook or feeling totally uninspired.

 

DSC_0021

 

Over the weekend, I made her lawnmower taco recipe, which was so simple, good and demolished by my family. And I browned extra meat and froze a portion of it for later.

 

Seriously, I think I could get into this. I absolutely do not see myself as someone who will do month’s worth of prepping and freezing, but this little experiment opened my eyes to the fact that there are great ways to take on this idea in manageable ways. It was so easy to cook the chicken. overnight, in the crockpot. So easy to double a recipe. 

 

I’m excited to slowly add more things to my freezer (which I also cleaned out that morning, too. Seriously. I was inspired!) Last week, I pulled out some shredded chicken at the last minute and made Sarah’s Chicken and Dumplings, which usually require me to be much more prepared and have started the recipe mid-day. 

 

My only issue now is knowing when to use the things I’ve frozen. Is a regular old weeknight dinner a good excuse to break out something frozen? Or do I keep them only for the nights that life is crazy or I’m just completely uninspired and unprepared for dinner that evening? I think if I continue to watch for good deals and try to double at least one thing each week, I’ll feel more satisfied with my stash and won’t feel so panicked when I dip into it. I can get many recipes from this Instant Pot blog.  I just need to remember what ingredients I have got.

 

This week, I want to freeze some cookie dough. And I want to try chicken pot pie–one to eat, one to freeze. 

 

Yeah, I’m kinda in love with this whole concept. (And with my organized freezer full of options.)

 

And you? Do you freeze? Tell me more! I’m dying to hear more ideas and inspiration! Talk to me.

 

**(And yes, there is something new….it’s coming. I’m just behind. As usual…)**

animal kingdom / babyhood

Bird Dog

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I wish I had adequate words to describe the relationship between these two. I mean, we knew she was a special dog from the beginning, even before her accident.

It was why we emptied our piggy banks to save her. 

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But to watch these two, is to watch something pretty special. 

Wherever Ruby is, you'll find Birdy. If Ruby's sprawled out on the living room floor, you'll find Birdy settled into her chest, nestled in the crook between her paws. Ruby puts up with the riding, and tugging, and hanging on. Lip "inspections" and eye pokes. 

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Birdy rolls and flops and plays on her. Ruby sits and, I believe, enjoys it. She mouths her hands gently, licks her right on the kisser. 

I'll gladly put up with the dog hair- plastered footies. I'll pick the hair out of lips and noses. I'll excuse the excessive amount of food that gets shared. I'll even, just this once, dismiss the fact that she nosed her way into the room of a sleeping baby to see if she was awake. 

She wasn't.

Happy Weekend, friends.

I'll be back Monday with something new and fun….

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I wish I had adequate words to describe the relationship between these two. I mean, we knew she was a special dog from the beginning, even before her accident.

It was why we emptied our piggy banks to save her. 

DSC_0038

But to watch these two, is to watch something pretty special. 

Wherever Ruby is, you'll find Birdy. If Ruby's sprawled out on the living room floor, you'll find Birdy settled into her chest, nestled in the crook between her paws. Ruby puts up with the riding, and tugging, and hanging on. Lip "inspections" and eye pokes. 

Bird Dog

Birdy rolls and flops and plays on her. Ruby sits and, I believe, enjoys it. She mouths her hands gently, licks her right on the kisser. 

I'll gladly put up with the dog hair- plastered footies. I'll pick the hair out of lips and noses. I'll excuse the excessive amount of food that gets shared. I'll even, just this once, dismiss the fact that she nosed her way into the room of a sleeping baby to see if she was awake. 

She wasn't.

Happy Weekend, friends.

I'll be back Monday with something new and fun….

animal kingdom / babyhood / DAILY FARM LIFE

Maybe I should call her Catherine

rooster trouble

We have a rooster problem.

It's nothing new around here. I've chronicled our rooster troubles many times. There was Hedgie, the original rooster at Thomas Run, who helped me overcome some childhood fears and bad blood that already existed between me and the rooster-kind. He was my favorite. But we lost him on the night we lost almost everyone. 

Then, there was Roosevelt. It took two posts to write about Roosevelt, who was last seen waddling up the center line of Thomas Run, headed for the hills (or the heavens). 

But now, there's a new problem. This Spring when I purchased half a dozen chicks from the feed mill, that were supposed to all be hens, it turned out that two of those six were not. And so we now have two large Rhode Island Red roosters courting the ladies and fighting for their affections. 

Unfortunately, these roosters are a little too full of themselves. One of them has a strong dislike for one of my favorite hens and has her quarantined to the far side of the farm. If she dares cross the stream with the rest of the hens, he attacks. 

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Though that alone is enough for removal from Thomas Run, it is the latest offense that is even more inexcusable. 

The roosters have set their sites on Birdy.

The first time it happened the scene was pretty confusing. There was some commotion. Birdy was on the ground crying. The rooster was near but I didn't put it all together.

The second time, I was standing right there–as he came up behind her, head bowed, feathers splayed, doing his little dance.  He jumped up, pecking her on the back of the head and knocking her onto the ground. I was too far away to do anything but shout. And it didn't deter him.

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He must think she's one of his hens.

And yesterday, he did it again. 

The funny thing is, I don't think Birdy has any idea who or what is randomly coming up behind her and knocking her to the ground. She still happily wanders around behind the chickens, hands outstretched, calling them kitty. (We're working on it. Kitty. Chicky. She'll get there eventually.)

It makes time outside a little nerve-wracking. Always on the watch for the courting rooster who has a crush on Birdy.  Maybe I should start referring to her as Catherine around the hens, to keep the confusion to a minimum. 

But, alas, I sent my husband another one of those emails yesterday:

The roosters must go

rooster trouble

We have a rooster problem.

It's nothing new around here. I've chronicled our rooster troubles many times. There was Hedgie, the original rooster at Thomas Run, who helped me overcome some childhood fears and bad blood that already existed between me and the rooster-kind. He was my favorite. But we lost him on the night we lost almost everyone. 

Then, there was Roosevelt. It took two posts to write about Roosevelt, who was last seen waddling up the center line of Thomas Run, headed for the hills (or the heavens). 

But now, there's a new problem. This Spring when I purchased half a dozen chicks from the feed mill, that were supposed to all be hens, it turned out that two of those six were not. And so we now have two large Rhode Island Red roosters courting the ladies and fighting for their affections. 

Unfortunately, these roosters are a little too full of themselves. One of them has a strong dislike for one of my favorite hens and has her quarantined to the far side of the farm. If she dares cross the stream with the rest of the hens, he attacks. 

DSC_0049

Though that alone is enough for removal from Thomas Run, it is the latest offense that is even more inexcusable. 

The roosters have set their sites on Birdy.

The first time it happened the scene was pretty confusing. There was some commotion. Birdy was on the ground crying. The rooster was near but I didn't put it all together.

The second time, I was standing right there–as he came up behind her, head bowed, feathers splayed, doing his little dance.  He jumped up, pecking her on the back of the head and knocking her onto the ground. I was too far away to do anything but shout. And it didn't deter him.

DSC_0090

He must think she's one of his hens.

And yesterday, he did it again. 

The funny thing is, I don't think Birdy has any idea who or what is randomly coming up behind her and knocking her to the ground. She still happily wanders around behind the chickens, hands outstretched, calling them kitty. (We're working on it. Kitty. Chicky. She'll get there eventually.)

It makes time outside a little nerve-wracking. Always on the watch for the courting rooster who has a crush on Birdy.  Maybe I should start referring to her as Catherine around the hens, to keep the confusion to a minimum. 

But, alas, I sent my husband another one of those emails yesterday:

The roosters must go