errantember (
errantember) wrote2011-01-29 08:01 pm
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Food!
I actually got what was probably the 4th egg from my three chickens all winter today *despite* the fact that Louie, one day after I fixed a large hole in the front of the coop, not only dug a second hole in the back of the coop, but actually broke the wooden frame in the process. Rather than trying to bail a sinking boat, I've been concentrating on finishing the Puggle Fence, which will prevent both Coop Infiltration and Extraneous Barking at People on the Sidewalk upon completion. I was resigned to be pretty fucking hungry on the 1st, but somehow fate intervened and I was able to get one egg from the coop today before Louie, which means I'll actually get to eat non-nut protein on the 1st of February.
As a reminder, I am only eating food grown at my own home on the 1st of every month in 2011.
I was pretty fucking hungry the 1st of the year. I should be slightly less hungry on February 1st. I have one large kale plant that survived the summer, a bunch of carrots that have gone to seed, and some really ratty looking arugula. I planted a number of greens and radishes early in January, and while some of them have survived intermittent freezes due to careful care and protection, none of them are larger than a pea at the moment.
This trick is certainly working, though. By forcing myself to put out or get hungry, I spend a *lot* more time thinking about how I'm going to feed myself.
As a reminder, I am only eating food grown at my own home on the 1st of every month in 2011.
I was pretty fucking hungry the 1st of the year. I should be slightly less hungry on February 1st. I have one large kale plant that survived the summer, a bunch of carrots that have gone to seed, and some really ratty looking arugula. I planted a number of greens and radishes early in January, and while some of them have survived intermittent freezes due to careful care and protection, none of them are larger than a pea at the moment.
This trick is certainly working, though. By forcing myself to put out or get hungry, I spend a *lot* more time thinking about how I'm going to feed myself.

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