I got a sudden cure last night. And before I tell you what happened, let’s say that my hips feel better than they have since December, my coughing stopped completely and my nose is no longer stuffy.
So … When I came home from work at 9:20 pm, a flash of headlights showed that one of my horses was in the wrong pasture. Assuming it was an unlatched gate, I went inside, donned my insulated coveralls, wool hat and scarf for a short run out to the barn yard. Well, turns out little dominant Arabian Dyana had threatened huge Castagana into jumping the fence, bending a steel T-post 45 degrees to the outside on the way over. She only had a two inch scratch on her back leg, thank goodness. After letting Castagna back into the pen, I thought I would straighten the steel post by using my body weight to unbend it. I start this process by gripping the top of the post and swinging my body weight backward over and over, the post straightening little by little, when suddenly the thing broke. Yes. The steel snapped on my backward swing so that I hit the ice with my head first, then my back and then my elbows, as I was still holding the top of the post. Hooves scraped backward across the ice. I lay on my side for a minute, wondering why I had horses, and felt a warm exhale on my ear. Recovered, I pounded in some thin spikes to hold up the fence ’til spring thaw.
I slept with an ice pack on my head, feeling very sorry for myself and planning how I was going reduce my herd by one. Today, the bump is much smaller and I feel remarkably good.
Our 4th of July Breakfast—Horse Heaven Sourdough Pancakes ♥∞
We ate them so fast there was no time for a photo.
Important note: Save 1 cup, more or less, of your starter to continue your culture. Feed it now.
1-1.5 cups starter, 1 egg, 2 Tbs. oil, 1/4 cup dry milk or protein powder
Mix until smooth
Blend 1 tsp salt, 1 tsp baking soda, 2 Tbs. sugar with a little water.
Beat salt mix into starter mixture. If it feels too thick, thin with milk or water.
Fry on oiled griddle when it is so hot that a sprinkling of water droplets skittle across the pan. If they immediately fizzle out of existence, it is too hot. Measure about 1/3 cup of batter and pour onto hot griddle. It should spread slowly and you can help it by gently pushing it outward with the measuring cup. If these are too thick, gently stir in a little water and enjoy thin, crisp cakes. With Maple syrup, butter or sour cream and a nice cup of coffee, these make an excellent cowgirl breakfast. Your horse and dog will appreciate any leftovers.
Kombucha comes and goes from my kitchen garden, mainly because of the temperature. Winter in Montana is cool and so is the house. It can take 20 days or more brew a batch of Kombucha. In summer, it can take 8-10 days. One blogger claimed to get her brew in 5 days. She must be in the tropics! I should have brewed this when I lived in Botswana, where I could start yogurt at lunch, set it on the window sill and have it set up by dinner time.
It is basically a fermentation of tea and sugar by a Kombucha scoby. The old Kombucha “Mother” scoby goes into your jar of black or green sweetened tea. It sometimes sinks or turns on it’s side, but no worries because the new baby forms at the top of the liquid.
This site has my favorite instuctions with pictures. http://www.foodrenegade.com/how-to-brew-kombucha-double-fermentation-method/. Ok, she lives in Texas, not the tropics. I brew mine and squeeze ginger juice into it using a garlic press and fresh ginger at the second fermentation. If you don’t have friends with a scoby, start talking to strangers in the health food store, post it on your Facebook. I tell you, there are closet Kombucha makers out there in your friend network.
If you can’t find a scoby, buy a bottle of organic, raw Kombucha and add it all to a couple of cups of sweetened tea–one black or green tea bag, couple tablespoons of sugar. Use a wide-mouth glass jar, cover with cloth or coffee filter held on by a rubberband. Store it in the dark or wrap the bottle in a dish towel to keep from direct light. When the Kombucha mother grows on the surface to a thickness of 1/4 inch or so, start your gallon jar with that scoby.
BTW. This stuff is really good for your digestive system, but you might want to buy a few different bottles to see if you even like it.
Horse are happily eating hay now, still grazing fall grass and browsing on fallen leaves. It is Dec. 1 and there is now snow on the pasture. We had a few inches early in November that bent trees and sent cars into the ditch. Now we have 7 days of sun on the forcast so we are all soaking up vitamin D…wishing we could store it for the winter. A new friend told me that she takes about 1500 units of Vit D3 each morning. Keeps her sane and happy. I’m planning to get my 15 min of sun each day this week, playing with horses and dogs and maybe walking in Glacier NP. Nature and sun will keep me sane and happy for the next 7 days. Next post..a visit to an energy balancer and spiritual healer, Jim Mackimmie.
Why, at 6:30 A.M. today when it is 9 degrees C, does a little skunk head west? I have no idea but I’m glad the road wasn’t so icy that I couldn’t slow down for the little critter. This was a day for wild things doing their thing. An hour after the skunk, I glanced up while at a stop sign to see a pair of Bald Eagles begin their aerial courtship display–fast side by side flight, one veering quickly below the other and acrobatically flipping onto it’s back, each bird extending talons toward the other. They performed a momentary hand holding until their loss of speed tumbled them apart. If that wasn’t enough, a few hours later, we passed six hundred or so Canada geese hunkered down in the snow of a wheat stubble field and counted 11 rough legged hawks and one dark phase red tail in the seven mile drive across the north end of Flathead Lake. The day isn’t over so I’ll keep looking out the window to see who else thinks this snowy day feels like spring. Oh yes, the chickadees started singing their end of winter song, “spring’s, here. Spring’s coming.”