Morning Greetings From the Kitchen Sink

It's 7:30 as I'm writing this. The crew has been filled with hot coffee, biscuits, gravy, eggs, bacon, and fruit and they have jingled out the door. The dishes have been washed, the counters have been wiped down, and bread is rising in the bread bowl. I contemplated sneaking in a nap, but chose to plop down here with you for a moment.

The boys loaded up and trailered out into the thick foggy morning about 7. They dawdled at the breakfast table hoping the fog would lift, but they were restless to get started and finally headed out. Finding cattle in this made for a challenging morning.

Monday was a long day and it was 7:30 before I got home from the sale barn. The crew had survived dinner without me. I felt un-needed. :) But all my prep work paid off. I even left the glasses filled with ice in the freezer:

This morning, while I was cracking the 24th egg, I found myself grinning. I had to buy eggs this week. I have 6 chickens and that's plenty, but 2 of them are old and I only get 4 or 5 eggs a day, once in a while I get 6, which suits our needs, but when I've got a crew, I have to buy eggs. I bought large eggs from Sam's.

They look tiny compared to the eggs my chickens lay. I think my feathered friends deserve some leftover biscuits this morning.

I've had some requests for recipes, but I didn't make anything new this week. Some of you asked for the Tabasco Pickle recipe. It's not even really a recipe, but I posted about it here a few years ago. Here's the link to that:

Tabasco Pickles

Yesterday evening I was released from my kitchen duties to pull the lawn mower out for the first time this year:

I mowed for an hour and a half and finally had to quit when it became too dark to see. I was too tired to even put it up before heading into the house and yes, I have an assistant. On Tuesday afternoon, I drove west 2 hours to pick up Harvey. Our girl had to attend a Ruminant Nutrition Conference out of state and asked us to doggy-sit for a week. The crew was bringing in bulls and they were bellowing up a storm. Harvey wasn't sure what to make of it.

So, duty calls and I'm off to pop those rolls into the oven. If I continue to sit here, I'll forget they're in there and they'll burn. I speak from experience. DH had to save the cranberry bread last night because I forgot about it while I mowed. :)