Tag Archives: Rocky

Before My Coffee

5 Aug

I am not really a morning person, and my mornings seem to be getting more and more busy before I can even get that first cup of coffee in.  It starts with going out to milk my girls. Cinnamon is usually already yelling before I manage to get dressed and out the door.

Cinnamon

Before milking, I swing by the chicken building and let the birds out.

stupid roosters

The girls generally beat me to the milk room, but they have to wait for me to get my milking stuff.  Stormy gets milked first.  Then Cinnamon.

Stormy

I’m trying to avoid letting Dolly come in because her girls are still nursing.  Most mornings I’m not successful, so I do end up milking her too.  Seriously.  Could you resist that face peeking in the door at you (it really is through the door, and there’s a muddy hoof print where her nose is)?

Dolly

Then I get a pitcher of sweet feed and go to milk Clover.  I have her shut in to keep her kids off her, and I want to make sure she has all she can eat hay to get her strength back.

After milking, I have to go in and take care of the milk.  It is immediately filtered and put in the refrigerator or freezer.  Because Clover was just wormed, I also have to keep her milk separate.

Clover

Then I go check on my old ladies.  I have to keep an eye on Minnie. She is old and growing weak.  I know she won’t be around much longer.

Minnie Pearl

Then it’s time to go check Purple 11.  We are still waiting on her calf.

Purple 11

That is generally walking half way out to the back hill; although, I was very happy the morning we had rain to see she was in the barnyard yet.

When I get done with the barnyard chores, it’s time for the house chores.  Sky wants to play.  For some reason, he seems to be a play-in-the-morning kind of pup.

Sky (with the remains of a plant) and Snickers

Bob and Snickers both go in and out of the house several times.

Bob

I make sure the dog and cats have food.

Rocky

Finally, while I’m making Snickers his poached egg, I get to start my coffee brewing.   I’m also usually playing tug-of-war or fetch the ball with Sky while I’m cooking.  He is a maniac.

I think I’m about ready for fewer morning chores.

 

Zucchini

18 Jul

My zucchini plants are really producing well. I have zucchini overload. That is despite my dog (the maniac) who keeps eating them while they are still waiting to be picked.  Well, he ate half of this one.  He just sampled several others.

Then there’s Rocky (the monster).  He knocked the one Sky started eating on the floor and was going to finish it.  I swear, those two will drive me to the loony bin.

At least the chickens appreciate whatever Sky leaves of the zucchinis he starts (after I wrestle it away from the cat).

Anyhow, despite the monster and the maniac, I still have more zucchini than I know what to do with.  I’ve sold some at the farmer’s market (I was the first to have them and sold all I took. Last week someone else brought some and sold them for cheaper–zucchini price wars!).  I can only eat zucchini patties for lunch so many days in a row.  That means it’s time for a new zucchini recipe!

I wanted to do cinnamon zucchini rolls.  The only one I found on the Internet was  just a cinnamon roll recipe that someone shredded a cup of zucchini and rolled up with the cinnamon and sugar filling.  That just seems weird.  There’s no recipe like I wanted, so I set about making my own.

I started with peeling and boiling a zucchini.

Then I drained the pan and mashed the zucchini like a potato.

I added it to my milk and butter when I heated them.  The rest is just like any other cinnamon roll recipe.  The results were delicious!

I shared with several members of my family to make sure the recipe was blog worthy (all affirmative responses) and to keep me from eating them all.

Cinnamon Zucchini Rolls

In a medium sauce pan heat the following to about 120*F

  • 3/4 cup of milk (I used whole goat milk)
  • 1 cup mashed zucchini (see above)
  • 1/3 cup margarine (cut in pads)

In a large mixing bowl measure

  • 3 cups flour
  • 2 Tbsp of rapid rise yeast (you could do one packet)
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • 1 tsp salt

Add the warm liquid to the flour mixture and stir.  Add

  • 2 eggs

Mix in another 2 1/2 – 3 cups of flour.  When it gets too stiff to stir, dump it onto the counter and continue kneading and adding the flour until it is a soft but not sticky dough.

Let the dough rest for ten minutes.  Then divide it in half.  Roll each half out in a rectangle that is about 9 inches by 12 inches. Spread with margarine and a mixture of 1 cup brown sugar and 2 Tbsp. cinnamon (that is for both rolls).  Roll the dough on the 9 inch side.  Slice it into 9 1-inch pieces and place them in two sprayed round cake pans.

Put them in a warm place and let them rise 30 – 40 minutes or until they’ve nearly doubled in size.

Bake at 350* for 35 minutes or so.  I had to cover mine with foil that last ten minutes so they didn’t get too brown.  Makes 18 rolls.

Frost with a cream cheese (or other) frosting.

I do hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s list at the top of my side bar.

The Most Important Puppy Rule

22 May

Sky is a really good puppy despite all of my silly puppy rules.  He is, however, a German Shepard.  If you know the breed, you know they are intelligent, energetic and have have a hard-wired chase instinct.  That’s one reason I wanted a puppy–to work with it and get it to know my cats and accept them.  Even then, there are some that can’t ever be trusted with cats.  The German Shepard cross we had growing up would kill cats other than ours, but there were times she would chase our cats and have to be corrected.

Sky

Unfortunately, I have Rocky.  Rocky does not understand that getting the German Shepard to chase him is not smart. Really not smart.

Rocky

I can’t combat it.  In the last couple of weeks, Sky has become less respectful of the other cats.  Leo doesn’t want to come back downstairs.  He’s more harassing with Bob, who is avoiding coming up to the house.  I’m worried he’s going to just quit coming home.  Poor Snickers gets chased.  Saturday night, I went out to break up the cat fight and didn’t realize Sky followed me out the door.  He joined the chase across the yard, and he ended up grabbing Snickers.  He stopped when I yelled at him, but I thought he had killed Snickers.

Snickers

I can’t do that to my cats.  I can’t risk their lives, and I can’t train Sky with Rocky begging him to play chase.  I am trying to find a new home for him before it’s too late.

Please realize how difficult this is and refrain from offering advice or nasty comments.  Thank you.