Indeed. Apparently not enough neighbors want to help me eat all the chard bursting forth around here. In sucked the Food Saver, and then open went the chest freezer. Waste not, want not, right? Chard, like spinach, works well when defrosted during the non-productive months, and implemented in dishes calling for cooked greens. All those good vitamins stick around for the most part, and voila! No more kale from California to green up my middle of January omlettes (if the hens are laying, that is).
Michael and I splurged on a new contraption for vacuum-sealing; our old
one entered a finicky state not unlike that of a donkey who refuses to move, but due to its age, the company no longer carried replacement parts. Herein lies the quandary – machines that out-date themselves, as well as add to the cost of homegrown food with the plastic packaging required for all storage. Not sure how I feel about this. We’ll bust out the Mason Jars come fruit juice canning time, etc., but I don’t yet have a sufficient root cellar. Time, money? Which is it folks?
And at right, a shot of some flax that sprouted from un-eaten flax seed left sprayed about by the chickens. Don’t think I’m up to weaving this into anything this fall yet, but I’ve heard that Landis Valley Museum displays the equipment historically used to do just that.





















