On eating chickens

When we picked up our chicks, our girls asked what we were going to do with them.  Hubby and I explained that we would cuddle them while they were small, but that soon they would be very big and unfriendly chickens … and that we would eventually eat them.

Our youngest, Charlotte, was silent for a while after hearing this.  We worried if this had been a rather abrupt introduction to the reality of food.

Finally she nodded to herself, and announced,  “That’s okay, but I don’t want to eat any eyes.”

Fair enough.

More Adventures in Eating Locally

A box of yellow baby chicks

Our friends, who raise chickens in their backyard, invited us to invest in fifteen chicks that will be raised for the freezer.

Today was the chick pick-up day.  The chicks, which hatched only yesterday, arrived in a cardboard box.  Our girls were thrilled to have a box of peeping chicks in between them as we drove to our friends’ place.

Each chick had to be introduced to water.  Funnily enough, they didn’t need to be introduced to food:  these chicks are bred to eat, and as soon as food was put nearby, they dove in.

If all goes well, in 8.5 weeks we should have a freezer full of chickens.  Looking at these cute balls of fluff, their intended fate seems rather horrible.  Fortunately they only stay cute for about a week, after which it becomes easier to contemplate their upcoming demise

But for now, they have a rather pampered life of cuddles, lots of food, and a warm bed.  Not too bad, really.


Girl holding a chick

Jane Austen’s Emma

I love, love, love Jane Austen’s work. There isn’t a book of hers that I dislike, but the big three for me are Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, and Emma.

When it comes to Austen-based films, I am a bit harder to please, probably because the novels are so special for me. While I’ve enjoyed some versions of Pride and Prejudice (especially with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle), I’ve had a much harder time being really satisfied with any film version of Emma.

Gwyneth Paltrow’s Emma is fine for a romantic comedy, but it misses so much of the beauty and depth of the characters’ development. Kate Beckinsale is lovely as Emma, but her Mr. Knightley (Mark Strong) is really too angry and I find their romance hard to believe.

So I’m so pleased to have found BBC’s 2009 Emma with Romola Garai and Jonny Lee Miller. This is the Emma I’ve been looking for.

I’ll admit that this version takes liberties with the script, but I appreciate those liberties. Showing the departure of Jane Fairfax and Frank Weston Churchill as children helps us viewers understand just how privileged Emma is. There are additional scenes with Mr. Knightley that help us understand him better as a person and see what it is that Emma might come to admire in him.

I can’t think of a single casting that I don’t agree with. The chemistry between Jonny Lee Miller and Romola Garai is wonderful, most especially in their many arguments. Tamsin Greig is a moving Miss Bates (something I would have thought impossible) and Michael Gambon is a perfectly foolish but loving Mr. Woodhouse.

And of course, I think it has the best dance scene. Ever.

Food, Inc.

Food Inc Movie PosterIf, like me, you haven’t been able to watch Food Inc yet, you might be interested in watching it online at CBC.ca.

It’s a sobering documentary that examines the food system from a number of angles. It’s also a hopeful one in that it shows how much we consumers can change things by making different purchase choices. Both Michael Pollan (In Defense of Food, The Omnivore’s Dilemma) and Eric Schlosser (Fast Food Nation) contribute to the film, which I appreciate. They are intelligent, passionate advocates for a healthy food system, yet avoid that radicalism that can be so off-putting for those of us who live in the real world of limited time and limited budgets.

Watching this has made me grateful again that I have the opportunity to buy good food and grow a small but mighty garden.

Simple Cleaning

yellow sponge held up against a blue skyMy recent musings on the topic of cleaning should make it obvious that I’m no cleaning powerhouse. Even so, I’m going to jump in with some of my favourite cleaning recipes. I’ve failed to note the sources when I’ve jotted them on my recipe cards, so unfortunately I can’t give credit where it’s due.

Simple Disinfectant

Take a large dish detergent or spray bottle. It should hold at least a couple of cups of water to make it worthwhile. Fill it and add 1 tsp of tea tree oil for every cup of water. Any time you want to disinfect something, squirt or spray your solution around and then wipe it with a clean rag.

One thing I love about this is its clean but non-chemical scent. You’ll know what I mean when you try it.

Toilet Bowl Cleaner

Pour a couple of cups of vinegar into a bottle. Add 2 tsp. of tea tree oil. Let it stand for a bit and then swish away.

Porcelain Sink Cleaner

Stop up the sink and add a cup of vinegar, then fill it as far as possible with water. Let it soak for a while, then wipe it and rinse. You can get fancy and add an essential oil for fun (tea tree oil, lavendar, and citrus are my favourites).

Furniture Polish

Combine 3T olive oil, 1T vinegar, and a few drops of your favourite essential oil.

Floor Cleaner

Add 1-2 c of vinegar to a pail of water. Add a few drops of your favourite essential oil if you’d like. Mop the floor — no need to rinse.

Image by Alan Cleaver

Lessons in Eating Locally

Pigs and chickens roaming around a small farm
Last year wrought a lot of changes in my own view of food, and by extension, the kind of food my family eats. I went from thoughtless grocery store spending to buying food because it was cheap … to eventually buying food because it was good for us.

And good food, I’ve found, is close at hand. Our garden, of course, keeps us in fresh veggies in the summer. But beyond that, we are blessed to live in a rural area where many farmers produce wholesome food. We’ve made some wonderful discoveries, and learned some important lessons about finding food outside of a supermarket.

Here’s what I’ve learned from our adventures in enjoying local food:

  • Labels (like “organic” and “free range”) aren’t nearly as meaningful as what you can learn by visiting a producer, asking some questions, and observing their practices.
  • Start small with a producer to test things out. Hubby and I purchased a heritage, organic, free-range, ridiculously expensive turkey, and were disappointed to see how dirty things were when it was … um, prepped for the freezer. We wished we’d observed a few smaller birds before jumping in on a big turkey.
  • A good producer is priceless. She or he will have a wealth of information about the value of the food you’re purchasing, the difference between methods of producing the food, and even how to cook it.
  • Carefully produced food is going to taste better than you imagined.
  • Good food is going to be more expensive. You’ll save a bit by buying in bulk, but just expect it to cost more than your average supermarket fare. Even for those of us on a tight budget, it’s worth it.

Not even good enough

I used to feel more together than I do these days.  Never completely together, but like I had a handle on one or two areas of my life.  Maybe I would be on top of my work and still be growing in my faith; or perhaps I’d be exercising regularly and growing some good friendships.

Then I had kids, and I soon had to give up on feeling like even one area of my life was in control. It really bothered me at first, and I spent a lot of time feeling guilty about all of the things I wasn’t doing.

Then I had a breakthrough:  I lowered my standards.  I decided that “good enough” would be my new ideal in the various areas of life.  The kids’ clothes aren’t ironed, but they’re clean — good enough.  The biggest weeds are pulled out of the garden, but there are some small ones left — good enough.  Supper is anything but gourmet, but it’s hot — good enough.

I still get bothered sometimes by the things that aren’t being done well (or at all), but then I happily remind myself that it’s all good enough and carry on.

The problem is that, as I’ve been taking on more paid work, I’ve been trying to cram more and more into our lives and the good enough standard has been lowered to the point where it really isn’t good at all.

Case in point:  This week, my dad dropped by and, upon entering the house, started to take off his shoes like any Canadian does when going into a home.  Tasha saw what he was doing and said, “Grandpa, don’t bother taking off your shoes.  This place is already really dirty.”

(This from the girl who regularly and cheerfully turns any habitable space into chaos.)

So I think I need to re-evaluate my standard when it comes to housecleaning.  Surely I can do better, especially after reading Rachel’s inspirational (or, for me, guilt-inducing) ideas for cleaning.

Or maybe just reading about cleaning is good enough?

50s poster of a woman cleaning a bathtub

Image by krisandapril

Fixing the Porch

Picture of a white front porch with a Canadian flag flying

During a March break that was wonderfully warm and sunny, we fixed and painted our front porch.  This was a whole family affair:  Hubby and my dad did all of the fixing stuff, I helped paint, and Tasha and Charlotte entertained us.

It was a particularly idyllic moment when Hubby and I, who were on the front porch finishing the first coat of paint, heard Charlotte singing “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” at the top of her lungs from somewhere off to the side of the porch.  (If you’ve ever heard a 3-year old yodel that tune, you’ll know just how cute that was.)

A car drove past our home and slowed down, the couple in it smiling broadly at us all.  I waved and smiled back, thinking that they, too, were appreciating the look of a freshly fixed and painted porch.

It was then that I caught sight of Charlotte, also waving at the car’s occupants.  She, still singing, had her pants down around her ankles.

When the car finally left, she waddled over to me.  “Mommy,” she announced in a voice loud enough for the town to hear, “I peed my pants!”

Once we had her safely whisked inside, we learned that she had, to her credit, tried to get inside to the washroom.  We parents had foiled this by locking all of the doors in the hopes of managing some of the traffic and mud inside.  She had cleverly determined that the next best spot was the yard, but that proved trickier than she had imagined.

I imagine there’s a couple out there somewhere who is going to think twice about driving past our home in the future …

Finally finding five more minutes

Some of you have noticed that I’ve been absent around here.  So absent, in fact, that Just Five More Minutes was offline for a while.

My excuse:  I started to do some work for money and it took over my life.

I don’t like it at all that I haven’t been able to find five minutes here and there for writing here, or for a lot of the other things that are really important to me.

So while I’m not making any promises to myself, I do hope that with this post (and all of the effort it took to carve out the time for it) I’m starting to regain some control over the way I spend our time and our money.  And I’m hoping it will be reflected here once more.

Book Review: "Going Rogue" by Sarah Palin

Going Rogue
My Dad bought Sarah Palin’s Going Rogue for Hubby for Christmas, and then decided that a month was too long for anyone to wait to read it. Dad read it in the space of a day or two and has since been passing the book around to the rest of us to read.

I wasn’t sure what I’d think, because I haven’t been a huge Palin fan. I knew that some of my apathy was the product of media spin, but surely not all of it. I frankly didn’t have high hopes.

I was pleasantly surprised, therefore, to find myself enjoying Going Rogue. The book got progressively better until I was positively riveted by the events surrounding the 2008 US Presidential election and its aftermath.

While Palin still can rub me the wrong way on some issues, I now have a new respect for her.

It always bugged me that her ability to serve in Washington was questioned because she had children, while Obama’s young children didn’t raise the same eyebrows. In Going Rogue, Palin briefly mentions the double standard over the candidate’s families, but I think that she goes one better: she talks about being a mom and serving in politics. Juggling family and work, always wondering if both are being served well: I get that, and I appreciate the choices she has made.

The book made me realize that Palin’s voice is one that should have been heard. The media, as always, presented her to us with their own spin, but the degree of maliciousness behind that spin seems unusual in her case.

I’m also appalled at the aftermath of the election and how both she and her family have been attacked on almost every front. No one deserves that, and especially not the Palin kids.

So while I may not be a raving fan, there’s a large part of me that is cheering Palin on in whatever step she might be taking next. Go get ‘em, girl.

Bottom Line: Skip, Borrow, or Buy?

If you have a family like ours, this book is going to get passed around, so someone might as well go out and get the book for everyone else to read. It’s a read-once-and-talk-about-it kind of book. It’ll give you a new look at Palin, women in politics, and will certainly make you wonder about the profession we know as journalism.