To make the cleaning part a little more pleasant I watched Princess Mononoke while I worked. My cleaning method is to pull everything out of my closet onto the bed, fold it and put it back. I have to do it every week, or so, because it all gets messed up when I get dressed in a hurry, in the morning. It's incredibly annoying. The closet is way too small for my clothes, or rather I have way too many clothes for my closet.
The weather has been topsy-turvy again: rain and shine, and crazy winds, all within the same our.
The stroll I took to harvest nettles though, was nice and peaceful.
We've also gotten some other yummy bounty from the woods:
All the big-spored, grey ones are from right here in the park.
I'm going to head out to a women's sauna to relax, but I'll leave you with a nettle-recipe, though I couldn't get a decent picture of the finished product.
Milla's Finnish Nettle Pancakes:
2-3 cups of milk (depending on how much your flour swells)
2 cups or so of flour (i used a mix of rye and barley)
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon of salt
1-2 cups of finely chopped nettles (use scissors)
butter for frying
Mix ingredients, let settle for about an hour in the fridge, grease a cast iron pan, heat really hot, fry pancakes like crepes. Yummy and nutritious! (As for the life and death, you really should watch Princess Mononoke.)
I don't know wether I'll have time to post again before the Portland-trip, since tomorrow I have to finish a work project, tie-off odds and ends and go milk in the evening. We'll see.
Oh yeah, there were a couple of questions about milking. Since its not my cow, it's obviously someone else's cow (nudge nudge wink wink). I shan't disclose further on that. We pay for the milk in feed, since its not legal to sell unpasteurized milk in this state. Which answers the second question.
The milk going bad is not much of a problem since it's so yummy and creamy that we consume it pretty fast. And I'm definitely more worried about factory farmed milk, where I can't myself inspect the hygiene standard, so it's a good lesson in taking responsibility for what you're eating (or in this case drinking). It is my humble opinion that USDA is a little bit off its proverbial rocker. This is what we here in America call an understatement.
That about caps another exciting day here in Park-land. How's yours?