In the midst of packing and getting ready to move, we’re still working on a place to move to.
We found a beautiful little property with an unlivable mobile home on it, and we’ve been in negotiations with the seller (a mortgage company — it’s a foreclosed property) about it. Shay has drawn a line in the sand, and is prepared to walk away. We’ll see what happens next. I agree with him.
Neither of us is wanting a mortgage, but we need to move, and rent is unaffordable. As the Bible says, the borrower is slave to the lender. We don’t like being slaves, but if that is the only way to go, then that’s it. It’s been nice being debt-free. REALLY debt-free. Not debt-free except for a mortgage.
On another note, Yuki completed her quarantine time with flying colors, and has now been added to the rabbitry!
In February of last year, I watched in amazement as my Clustrmap logged the 1,000th visitor to my little blog, about 8 months after I started it. I could not imagine that anybody was actually interested in the things I wrote. As I wrote in a post then, I almost didn’t get a counter at all, because I thought it would only serve to prove that I was talking to myself.
Just over a year after that post, I watched today as it hit 10,000. Well, I wasn't actually sitting here watching it. . . I happened to luck out.
I counted up the countries, and I have had visits from 120 of them.
I really don’t know what it is that brings you all here. Whatever it is, I thank you for visiting and reading, and leaving your comments. It really is encouraging to me.
I did have to change my comment policy once I started getting “smarter” spam. You still don’t need to log in, but your first comment here must be moderated by me. After that, your comments will be automatically published. Comments with links must be moderated as well. I read everything. As long as I can manage the spam without tightening my policy, I’ll keep it that way.
Until we went to our first rabbit show on the 14th, I thought I had said it enough. Gone over it with them enough. I thought they both understood clearly.
It was a small show. We allowed ILoveBunnies to wander about, looking at all the rabbits, and we let Bunny-Wan Kenobi help a little boy with his show rabbits. My mom and I told Bunny-Wan Kenobi we were going to go look at the Californians again (15 steps away, maybe?). Less than five minutes later, ILoveBunnies came up to me and asked me if we’d seen him.
What? He’s helping the kid with the mini-rexes, right over there. Except… he’s not.
Where is he?
Okay… don’t panic. He’s probably at the show table with that kid. No, he’s not there. Looking at rabbits somewhere? I made several passes around and through the show. No.
At this point, I’m starting to really get scared. Because if he’s not in this room, he’s not with me anymore. Where is he? He could be anywhere. He doesn’t leave me like this. He always asks. Needs to go to the bathroom (when not at home)? He asks. Wants to go somewhere with another member of the family, or a friend? He asks. I’ve said it enough. He understands. He knows. He doesn’t leave. Where is he?
I go outside the big arena doors, which have been left open. There are a couple of kids out there, and an adult. That’s it. Bunny-Wan Kenobi is not out there, and neither is that other kid.
I’m so small, and the world is so big. He could be on the interstate by now, with some creep he’s never seen before. Some creep that’s going to… no, I can’t think about that. What direction? What’s going to happen to him? Am I sure I’ve looked all over this show? He has to be here. He knows not to leave. Let me look again. I know he’s not here, but he has to be here.
Shay’s gone to look in the bathrooms. Mom’s at the arena door. Not knowing that I’ve already looked outside, she tells ILoveBunnies to look around out there.
I hear a voice.
“She found him!” I don’t know that voice. Could it be talking about my son? No, because I’m already way too far down the scared road. I can’t hope, I don’t dare hope, that she’s talking about my son. I’m too scared and small to hope. And I’m numb.
“She found him!”
And then I see him. I see Bunny-Wan Kenobi, and I almost can’t move. It’s like seeing an apparition, like seeing one back from the dead. I can’t breathe. He was gone. But there he is, with ILoveBunnies. Now I’m holding him, and I still can’t believe he’s real.
What happened? How did this happen? I had said it enough. I knew he understood. I had made sure he understood.
He had been helping the little boy groom his little bunnies, when the boy told Bunny-Wan Kenobi he wanted to show him the stables. Bunny-Wan Kenobi said, “Okay, let me go ask my parents.” The little boy got mad. Bunny-Wan Kenobi tried to tell him several times that he needed to ask his parents, but the boy kept getting mad. He didn’t want the little boy to be mad, so he just went with him and didn’t ask first.
He was very apologetic. I told him I didn’t care what the little boy or anybody else thought. I didn’t care if they got mad or not. He knew he was supposed to ask first, and if somebody didn’t like him asking his parents, then that person is NOT his friend and NOT to be trusted. And I told him I was just so scared, and so thankful to have him back, and that I love him so very much. I thought I’d never be able to tell him that again.
Shay went with him and the little boy to see what he had wanted to show Bunny-Wan Kenobi. The stables were empty, and had high walls. No one could have seen into them. The boy also wanted to take Bunny-Wan Kenobi to his dad’s truck. But when Shay questions the boy as to why, he can’t get a straight answer.
What?
Now the boy looks like bait.
Why does this boy ask for my son’s help with his rabbits, then con him into leaving the arena without his parents’ permission, so he can show him some hidden stalls on the back of the building where no one is, and take him to his dad’s truck?
Maybe it was all innocent. Maybe the boy is just flighty and irresponsible and thoughtless of others. Maybe he was just tired of being in the arena.
Or maybe it was almost the last time I ever saw my son.
Last weekend, we went to a rabbit show, with the purpose of buying a doe to replace Pearl. I know, I know… why would I be buying a rabbit when I’m getting ready to move? Well, there are several reasons.
One, I will have enough time from bringing her home to moving her to a new location so that she should not be doubly stressed out. Two, I wanted to have a bunny in hand before trying to learn a new area and who I could get rabbits from. Three, it helps bring some excitement to two kids who can use it, considering all the packing we’re doing.
So, without further ado, here’s our new 24-Carrot bunny rabbit:
Looking around from the safety of her carrier.
She's a Chocolate Californian. I love chocolate. <3
From above. She's not a "perfect" bun, but she's plenty perfect enough for me. You can see how her shoulders are nearly as wide as her hindquarters. I actually did not want a "perfect" doe, because I have a mutt rabbitry. I would feel like I was stifling the potential of a really superb rabbit. For me, good is good enough (and actually preferable), and this is a good doe.
Her name is “Yuki”, pronounced /YOO-kee/. It’s Japanese for “snow”. ILoveBunnies and Bunny-Wan Kenobi brainstormed for her name, and came up with that one, since they both are working on learning Japanese. We think it sounds cute and fits her.
She’s 15 weeks old now, but she was 14 weeks when we bought her. When we got her home and weighed her, she was 4 lbs, 15 oz — a little lighter than I had hoped she was, but we’ll see how she does. Californians are bred for meat because of their high meat:bone ratio, and for their fast growout time — they tend to reach around 5 pounds in 10 weeks. Yuki apparently took 14 weeks to get there.
Still, we don’t know if she was on measured feed or not. Many meat rabbit raisers don’t put their growout rabbits on measured feed, because they want them to grow as quickly as possible. We’ll see how her kits do, though we’ll never know her full potential until Pinto one day kicks the bucket, and we have to get a “real” meat buck. Since we are producing only for ourselves, she should work out perfectly.
None of us had ever been to a rabbit show. We expected the rabbits for sale to have their own area, but they were all around the rabbits being shown; it was nuts! The show was not nearly the size I expected. There was one guy there with champagne d’argents that were just amazing. He knew it, too, and was all too eager to go on and on about them. Once I learned they were grand champions, from lines of grand champions, I really wasn’t interested (think $$$$$). Then he said he didn’t sell rabbits, so I was even less interested. Then… I learned that he bred his champagnes to have litter sizes of only 2 – 4, so the rabbits would be larger! I’m like DUDE… weren’t they supposed to be a meat breed? Breeding for a small litter size kinda defeats that purpose! But he’s concerned only about size, because he breeds strictly for show.
I wasn’t really impressed by this litter of Cals at first, but came back to them later. I thought it may have just been the way they were lying at the time. They can fool you a bit once they get past 12 weeks or so, until they get a few more months on them. So I started looking at the single doe in the lot of them, with another guy watching over my shoulder in case I decided not to buy.
With the owner’s permission, I pulled her out and put her in the classic “meatloaf” position, and, that way, she did look pretty well filled out to me. I looked at teeth, fur, eyes, ears, sexed her, and all that. She wasn’t as wide as I might have hoped, but she is also between the baby and adult stages, which means she should be better once she gets past that gangly, awkward teenager phase — yes, even rabbits go through that! She came with a pedigree, which I really didn’t need, but it was really nice to be able to see some of the attributes of the line she came from. I also got to see some of the senior does she’s related to. They were very, very nice! She does come from a line that averages ~9.75 – 10 lbs. If she ends up with the physique of those senior does I saw, I will be very happy!
So I decided to buy her, and the man who was also interested asked if he could take a look at her. I let him, and he started doing this gentle pinchy-pinchy-pinchy thing all up and down her back. I asked what he was doing, and he explained that he could basically tell what she would look like skinned that way, and he used one of the little bucks to contrast (the buck was better, even I could tell). He may or may not have bought the doe if I had not, but the doe was good enough, as was her brother (which he may have bought, I don’t know), that he was interested in future does from this seller. This made me feel good about my appraisal of Yuki — it’s been three years since I needed to buy a rabbit, and that was my first purchase!
I got her for $15, which I thought was a very fair price for a non-showable (chocolate Cals aren’t recognized yet), young meat doe.
Now Yuki's in quarantine. This protects both her and our other rabbits from each other, while she settles in and recovers from the stress of transport, strange surroundings at a show, being handled by strangers, more transport, a new cage, and being cared for by strangers in a strange place.
Sometimes, stress will bring out illness in a rabbit. Thus, it is very important to keep new rabbits in quarantine for 30 days before bringing them into your rabbitry. If the rabbit becomes sick, you don’t risk making your entire herd sick. Usually, a rabbit will transition just fine, though, and can join your bunny family after the 30 days are up.
For the first week, we tended to the rabbitry first, then washed up and tended to Yuki. Now, we still tend to Yuki after the others, but we do not wash up first. So she is slowly being exposed to the germs that are unique to our rabbitry. Every rabbitry will have its own set of germs in it, and rabbits will do well if their immune systems can handle what’s there.
Eventually, we’ll start tending to Yuki first, then the rabbitry, so they can be exposed to her. We’ll do this shortly before we put her into the rabbitry.
It was one of the ladies on RabbitTalk who told me that she’s a chocolate Californian, because she’s got brown points, rather than black. I have a chocolate bunny!!! I love chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. But I already said that.
While we do not participate in the usual Easter activities, I do confess to having a weakness for rabbit-shaped chocolate.
Oh, well.
May the Lord bless you and your loved ones on this glorious Resurrection Sunday, as we celebrate the love that our heavenly Father had for us, that He made a way for the penalty for our sin to be paid so that we could be restored to a relationship with Him and look forward to spending eternity with Him in Heaven.
We moved in here with my uncle right about two years ago, soon after my grandmother passed away. He had extended the invitation several times, and we finally took him up on it. He said we could stay indefinitely.
I have always loved this house; it’s the house my grandparents bought 42 years ago when this was a very nice neighborhood, but not the super-expensive neighborhood it is now. I spent my summers here growing up. Living in this house was always a dream of mine, and I got to do it for the last two years.
My uncle started looking for a wife several months ago, and it looks like he’s probably found the one. Honestly, I’ve expected them to get married ever since their first date. From the time he started looking, we’ve figured we’d probably be moving if he found someone, since there probably aren’t too many women out there these days who are interested in living in a situation like this. We were right; she’s not, and that’s okay with us. There’s no bitterness or resentment on our part. He was married once long ago, and we’ve hoped for years he would find a lady to love and spend the rest of his life with again.
Rather than give my uncle the awkward task of approaching us after saying we could stay indefinitely, we made the decision to move on our own. My uncle just had knee surgery two weeks ago, and then had complications, so we waited for him to get a bit better before telling him.
So we’re moving. When and where depends largely on Shay’s job, because there’s a merger afoot in his company. We used to be peons, and peons rarely lost their jobs, because they were always needed. It was management that got ditched, as the two companies consolidated. This time, Shay’s management. We should know sometime over the next few weeks.
If he keeps his job, we’ll move somewhat close by, but we’ll make every effort to move to a rural area, where we can stretch our wings and keep livestock without worrying about the neighbors.
If he loses his job, all bets are off, but we do thankfully still have options.
Right now, all we can do is go through our stuff, pack, and wait.
But if we go rural, then we’ll no longer be “City-fied Self-Sufficiency”, will we?
I cannot believe the massive quantities of pollen that are currently being spewed into the air by all the plants around here right now. After a very mild winter (not quite as mild as last winter, but still), everything has just suddenly kicked into high gear. Even the oaks are pollinating right now, and I’m sure it’s way early for that!
I was convinced I was coming down with a cold. Allergies will sometimes give me a swollen, blistered throat in the morning, but it subsides during the day. If I have a swollen, blistered throat that stays around, or begins to creep down into my bronchial tubes, I have a virus.
Or so I thought.
Three of us had the same symptoms, and we thought we were all getting sick. Mom went to the doctor today. Nope, not sick. It’s allergies. It’s all this pollen! Ugh!
So in the midst of this pollen dump, it was time to refurbish the rabbitry.
Refurbish? Already? Isn’t the thing just over a year and a half old?
Well… yes. But we had some flaws in our rabbitry that needed fixing. I will say that I figured we’d get more than a year and a half out of the rabbitry before it would need an overhaul. But we have learned a few things.
1. Don’t use corrugated waste chutes, especially corrugated tin, if you do not have much clearance between the chutes and the bottoms of the cages. If you do, you will not be able to clean them well at all. If you use tin, it will rust quickly anywhere you are unable to clear the bunny berries that get regular doses of urine.
2. Don’t use 16-gauge floors. They bow between J-clips, and the whole floor bows, giving you even less cleaning clearance. We even had one wire break. We didn’t have problems just in growout cages, but even in the buck’s cage. It’s just not strong enough, unless maybe you’re raising dwarf rabbits.
3. Don’t have your top gutter come to the middle to drain. It makes reaching the cage below potentially very unpleasant.
4. Don’t use regular Bass J-clips. We ordered our cages from Bass (oddly, 14 gauge sides and top, 16 gauge floors — still trying to figure that one out), and they came with J-clips, which we used to assemble the cages. These clips are way too weak. They would fail occasionally, and we once had a bun get loose because three of them failed. She could have gotten hurt, or it could have happened with a litter of babies in the cage. The instructions said to put them at 6″ intervals. Shay put them every 5″. Still, the floors sagged and the clips failed. If the clip is weak enough for a 10-year-old with a pair of pliers to yank off in less than ten seconds, you need stronger clips.
Download Video 5. Once you have good J-clips, you will suddenly find you want a better J-clip tool, and you will suddenly realize why you need a set of J-clip removal pliers.
So it was time to correct the flaws.
Woody’s Wabbits sells cages with 14 gauge floors for just a couple dollars more. I just didn’t know that at the time. The floors began sagging pretty quickly, both overall and at the edges, between the J-clips.
I ordered replacement 14 gauge floor panels, heavy stainless steel J-clips, and floor supports from Klubertanz. I ordered precut panels, because I can’t seem to make more than 5 cuts on 14 gauge wire before my hands start begging for mercy (I can cut 16 gauge wire all day). I also didn’t want to ask Shay to do all that cutting.
16 gauge 1"x1/2" floor wire at left. The same wire in 14 gauge at right. The 14 gauge is much, much stronger.
I burned the cage floors with Shay’s torch to sterilize them, and then we pulled out all the 16-gauge floors. ILoveBunnies and Bunny-Wan Kenobi were responsible for this. Once ILoveBunnies began putting a new floor on Pinto’s cage with the new, hefty stainless steel J-clips from Klubertanz (very impressive things), all floor removal went to Bunny-Wan Kenobi.
I had heard on RabbitTalk about the nightmare of removing J-clips… that it was nigh unto impossible without the special removal pliers. I wasn’t sure why it should be so hard. Sure enough, I set the kids up with an array of tools to choose from, and within just a few minutes, they had perfected a fast removal technique. What was all the fuss about? Were my kids really putting to shame a forum full of experienced cage-building adults? It sure seemed like it.
ILoveBunnies grasps a J-clip and rotates it to find the end.
With the clip end up, she approaches the clip again.
She grasps the clip end and pulls it back.
She continues to pull back, twisting if needed. You can see the clip is quite open now.
And she's done! Less than 10 seconds have elapsed. Actually, I had her do it extra-slowly so I could take pictures. I ended up taking them over two clips, because she still did them too fast!
Both of the kids could do it in less than 10 seconds. Once Pinto’s cage had the floor off, ILoveBunnies started putting the new one on. Suddenly, it was very clear why all the talk about J-clips being such a pain! These things were strong!!! Now it was abundantly clear that the regular Bass clips were not desirable at all in cage flooring. It was also clear that if I ever needed to remove these new clips, I was going to need that removal tool!
With the kids working on the cages, Shay began on the waste chutes and gutters. First, he pulled out all the corrugated metal. This was a pain, and he finally resorted to hammering them off from below — which, of course, sent all kinds of dried *ahem* stuff into the air. He probably should have worn a dust mask. Yuck.
(Over the course of the rest of the day, Shay gashed his hands on leftover slivers of metal from the old chutes. We would dash inside, clean it, dress it, and dash back out. We needed to have the rabbits back in the rabbitry before dusk, when the mosquitoes suddenly all come after you at once!)
Once the old chutes and gutters were out, it was time to install the new ones. For chutes, I had bought 10mm Coroplast 4′x8′ sheets from a local sign company for $26 per sheet, three sheets total. They cut the sheets in half for me. We bought some vinyl gutters both for gutters and for diverters.
The diverters keep waste away from the wood frame. Shay cut the front off of a piece of gutter, to make a piece of vinyl flashing. Here is a diverter after it was affixed with the correct angle.
Shay ended up removing them, and reattaching them as he installed the chutes. Don’t know why, but his usually flawless math failed him somewhat, causing him to cut to fit instead of cutting off a calculated triangle.
Close-up of a diverter.
An end diverter.
While Shay wrangled with diverters, Coroplast, triangles, and numbers, I spread pelletized lime under the rabbitry.
I spread 4 20-pound bags of lime with a garden rake. It'll help keep smell down, and hopefully create a hostile environment under there.
The new chute material going in. Like I said before, Shay had to take the diverters back out, and install them with the chutes. You can see that the top corner of this diverter has not been pulled all the way up so the ends can be screwed to the post.
A view from the west end of the rabbitry. You can see that the diverter has been pulled up and secured.
After the chutes were on, Shay installed the new vinyl gutter. To get maximum angle, he sliced off some of the top edge of the back of the gutter on the high end, so he could raise it higher.
I came behind and caulked with clear silicone. It's only been, say... almost 20 years since I caulked? It's true that the caulk would not have the proper curing time before we set the rabbits over it, but Shay figured it would be okay anyway. It is.
The opposite end of the gutter. We had to use a joiner to extend it another couple of feet, then a corner to direct it over a bucket. I caulked all around the joiner and everything. We do get some urine that sits there, but it's easy to remove.
Meanwhile, ILoveBunnies cuts the old floors into baby-saver wire strips (then realizes she's cutting 3", instead of 4"). We have had quite a few baby bunny escapes, so we knew we needed to put some closer wire on the does' cages. These strips will be attached to the outside bottom edges of the cages with the old, unused Bass J-clips, since they don't need to bear weight.
Bunny-Wan Kenobi bends over the ends of the baby-saver wire where it crosses under the doorway. This will keep us from cutting ourselves when we reach into a cage.
With the baby-saver wire on, it was time to install the floor supports (also called "floor spreaders") I had bought to help ensure that the floors would not sag. Unfortunately, there were no instructions with them or online anywhere, so I emailed them.
First, I took pliers and bent the tab out a bit, to make it easier to wrap around the cage edge.
I slid the tab behind the baby-saver wire, so that it would go around only the edges of the side and the floor. The tabs weren't long enough to go around all three securely. Sometimes, I could reach inside the cage with pliers and help bend it through, but mostly I just pushed on it from outside with the pliers. Some things there just isn't a tool for.
The instructions from Klubertanz told me to "crimp" the tab firmly to the cage floor, but there was no floor wire close enough to clamp it to. Instead, I pulled out my J-clip pliers, and clamped it with that. It bent the tab all the way around, so that it almost met itself. Maybe that's what they meant.
A view of a tab from the inside, after being clamped with the J-clip pliers. That should be secure.
Another view of a tab. The J-clip to the right is supporting the floor, while the one to the left is holding baby-saver wire. I added more J-clips to the floor edge after installing the floor support.
An entire floor support, front to back. I also took the opportunity to use needlenose pliers to further bend the long baby-saver wire ends that curl around the doorway. Don't want any injured bunnies!
Fluffy and Nibbles settle back in after the day's upheaval. We didn't get the baby-saver and floor supports finished that day, so we did them a few days later.
Fluffy eyes me warily... she's had enough excitement today! I'm not taking her out again, am I? No, I'm not. Not today, anyway.
Squeak heads immediately for the farthest corner. She's glad to be back home!
Pinto doesn't care, he's investigating the camera.
East end of the rabbitry. Top is Pinto, bottom is Fluffy and Nibbles.
The middle of the rabbitry. A growout cage is at top, while Squeak is below. No longer does the top gutter split and drain over her cage! The bottom gutter still splits there in the middle, though, and drains into a pan.
The west end of the rabbitry. Thumper is at top left, and another growout cage goes to the right. Below is where the third doe cage goes. It was Pearl's cage before she died.
Pinto checks out another disturbance coming from just outside his cage. What's going on? He's such a curious bun. He must find out what's happening!
Yay! The visqueen is coming down! Winter's over, so it's time to let the breezes in! Pinto is beside himself.
And it’s done! We bought a couple of heavy-duty squeegee heads, and a long handle. Shay cut the handle in half, and put the squeegees on the two parts. Time will tell how well this works, but I think it will be great!
Homemade broth is frugal, healthy, and can be seasoned completely to your own taste.
Store-bought broth is expensive, usually contains undesirable ingredients, and contains amazing amounts of salt — even the lower sodium varieties.
Expensive: I do store some store-bought chicken broth, because I do occasionally run out of homemade broth, and it’s a good thing to have in emergency storage. I can occasionally find store brand broth for 2/$1. Considering that it would take at least 16 cans to equal what I get from a single pot of broth, it would cost at least $8 plus tax for what I can make for the cost of the electricity it takes to cook it, and the cost of the water I put in the pot. This is much less than $8, actually more like 25 cents (based on our electricity cost, at about 30 minutes on high, and then 2 – 3 hours on low – medium low)!
Undesirable ingredients: Most store-bought broths, including some “organic” ones, contain ingredients like monosodium glutamate (MSG), autolyzed yeast extract,, disodium inosinate, disodium guanylate, partially hydrogenated oils, hydrolyzed soy protein, hydrolyzed whey protein, hydrolyzed wheat protein… what? What are these things needed for? They’re not (they are there to improve the flavor and texture, which should tell you something). And… if you need a gluten-free or milk-free or MSG-free diet, they could make you ill. Homemade broth contains only what you put into it.
Amazing amounts of salt: Regular Swanson chicken broth has 860mg of sodium per cup of broth. Their lower sodium version has 400mg per cup. Much better, yes, but if you can’t or don’t eat much salt, it’s still too salty. My mom has congestive heart failure, and, therefore, cannot eat much salt. When we use store-bought broth in our cooking, we have to be very careful.
Homemade broth also has an amazing flavor that is much superior to store-bought broth.
So, how do you make your own broth? First of all, you save lots of things you would normally throw away. That is why I did not include the cost of the items you put into the water in my calculation above.
Eating chicken, turkey, rabbit, pork, or any other kind of meat? Save the bones, whether raw or cooked! If it’s been cooked wet for over an hour, like in fricassee, then the bones are pretty much spent and can be discarded. If it’s a rotisserie chicken, baked chicken, etc., it will work great! Preferably, the bones will still have some meat on them. We save some of the skin, too. On a rotisserie or baked chicken, this will have some nice seasoning on it (this will add salt). Chicken skin itself actually does have some good nutrients in it, and the broth won’t have much fat (though the more skin and fat you put in, the more fat you will have in the broth — you can take it off easily, though, after freezing). We pretty much save whatever of it we didn’t eat. We’ll label a gallon bag in the freezer, and add bones to it (chicken to chicken, rabbit to rabbit, etc.) until it is full. We will sometimes combine chicken bones with either turkey or rabbit bones, but that’s all the mixing we do.
Vegetable broth can be made the same way. As you clean the vegetables, any part that is not spoiled, but would be thrown away, can be put into a bag in the freezer. Herb stems, carrot ends, bean ends, potato peels, celery trimmings, anything. Rinse and put them in the bag.
When you have a full gallon bag, you’re ready to make broth (or stock, whichever you call it).
Get out a nice, big soup pot. A dutch oven or something. Add your bones (straight from the freezer is fine) or trimmings, cover with water, and bring to a boil. Watch for foaming at first. Once it’s at a good boil, turn it down to just above a simmer — so that you still see a little bubbling at the top. Cock a lid on top of it to help some of the steam condense back into the pot. Check and stir occasionally over the next few hours. Turn it off, let it cool, and strain it or thoroughly go through it, lifting everything out of the broth with a kitchamajig. Take the meat off of the bones and save it for soups, pot pies, or dumplings (it won’t be good for much else, as most of the flavor is already in the broth).
Cooled chicken broth waiting to be strained and packaged. It isn't pretty, but it sure will be tasty!
We usually add onion and garlic powder to the water when we make broth. This allows the broth to be used in pretty much anything, because we add onion and garlic to most things we use broth in. Broth made from cooked bones will have some extra seasoning, but not too much.
We measure out the broth two cups at a time, and pour it into quart freezer bags, squeezing out most of the air. If there’s fat at the top, we make sure to measure to the bottom of the fat where the top of the broth is, rather than including the fat in the measurement. We freeze them laying flat. They don’t get freezer burn.
Bags of rabbit broth stacked in a pan, ready to go into the freezer!
Some people roast their bones and skin in the oven first, and then make stock. I’ve never tried this, but I’m sure it would give a nice flavor. I’ve seen where some people freeze their broth in water bottles standing up, then they lay them down for stacking in the freezer. If you want to remove nearly all of the fat, just heat the bag in the microwave for about 20 seconds, and then scrape off the fat.
Seafood broth can be made from shrimp, crawfish, or crab shells, or fish bones and fins. The heads and other normally discarded pieces (like the so-called “fat” in crawfish — which is actually hepatopancreatic tissue — that some people discard) will add a lot more flavor, too.
Today, my mom made two big pots of turkey broth, one of chicken broth, and one of rabbit broth. We just finished putting it all up. Mom picked through the bones for the meat, and I bagged the broth. We got something over 30 bags of broth put away, and two bags of meat — one of turkey, and one of chicken and rabbit. The meat actually was enough that we will get at least four meals out of it!
Once upon a time, long before either of our children came along, Shay and I worked retail together. We had one car, so we had the same schedule. It was an old car, so every once in a blue moon (it was a rare occasion), something on it would go up, and we would have to call in to work and fix the car. Since it was a 1976 LTD, it was a car we could fix — or, I should say, Shay could fix, while I helped if I could. It was a good car, so regular maintenance mostly kept it going.
One day, the water pump on the car bit the dust. We called work to tell them we couldn’t make it, and then Shay began removing the parts from the car that were between him and the water pump. Reaching the water pump, he began to work on removing it. That’s when the trouble started.
After a few tries, the first socket cracked. When it gave way, his knuckles slammed into some hard metal car part. Undaunted, he put a new socket on his ratchet.
The second socket cracked, sending his knuckles again into that car part.
Then the third socket cracked, bashing his knuckles yet again.
At this, he put the tools down, and announced he was buying a new, GOOD set of tools. This was a concern for me, because we made very little money, around $800 a month. What was the difference between the tools he had and a “good” set of tools? They looked the same. Was the only difference the price? After all, these tools had been quite sufficient up to this point. If these cracked, wouldn’t a similar-looking, more expensive set crack, too?
I had a lot to learn about tools. Have a heart; I was pretty young.
Somehow, we got to the auto parts store. I don’t remember how we got there, because we had only one car. But we got there. We didn’t have the water pump with us, so we would have to bring it back for the deposit later. The gentleman there brought out a rebuilt water pump for us, and then Shay (holding his poor hands in front of him, curled up from scratches and bruises) asked for a Blackhawk ratchet set.
On the counter appeared a shiny new set, ratchet and sockets, in their own case. And they looked just like the ones we had at home that had cracked, except that they had a fancy-schmancy box and said “Blackhawk”. I eyed them and their $75 price tag with suspicion.
Upon reaching home, Shay popped a Blackhawk socket onto his new Blackhawk ratchet, and, with me standing by and fully expecting it to crack, slipped the socket over the nut that had laughed at him up to this point.
He turned the ratchet with as much force as he had before, but this time, it was the nut that gave way, not the socket.
“And THAT is why you always buy good tools,” Shay declared.
There are tools for all kinds of tasks. A recent purchase dealt with kitchen tools. I have always been blessed to have a good set of pots. My parents gave us a set of T-Fal nonstick when we got married. Eventually, the surface on the skillets, which were used most often, became worn. We didn’t replace them with good skillets at the time, because we didn’t have the money. So we bought some cheap skillets. Now and then, we would replace the skillets again.
The pots didn’t wear out for a good while longer. Finally, when my father died, and my mother moved in with us, I threw away my last piece of T-Fal and began using her stainless steel Amway Queen cookware (she became a distributor, as they suggested, for a short time just to buy the cookware, as she got a handsome discount and there was a piece she wanted that she would get as a bonus).
Fast forward to almost two years ago, when we moved in here with my uncle.
The Queen cookware is still going strong, and we replaced the handles several years ago. We now have my grandmother’s stainless cookware, most of which is really good as well, but very little of the name remains on the bottoms, so I don’t know what kind it is. She had a glass cooktop with raised solid elements of cast iron, so I guess the elements wore the bottoms of the pans.
She had some cheap nonstick skillets too, to which I added my cheap nonstick skillets.
We replaced the cooktop last year (I should find my pictures and blog about it), as it was becoming more and more unreliable. It was also becoming more exciting. “So… are we cooking on high only today? Or are we starting well, only to stop cooking when we’re halfway finished?” It’s not the sort of excitement I want when I’m trying to prepare dinner for two working men, so we replaced it. They don’t make those cooktops anymore, so we now have a smooth ceramic-glass one.
Needless to say, the uneven bottoms of the cheap skillets became more difficult to ignore with the smooth stove. I knew I was going to have to break down eventually and get some good skillets.
I finally did it.
Restaurant-grade stainless steel skillets with encapsulated aluminum bottoms by Update International.
I had been told by Shay’s boss of a restaurant supply store that sold excellent cookware for half the price of the equivalents at retail stores, and they sold to the public as well as restaurants. By the time I was ready to buy some pans, I had forgotten. So I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and spent some time comparing. I bought two Emerilware pans (made by All-Clad), in 8″ and 12″, and two Cuisinart pans, in 10″ and 5.5 qt covered saute. I have to have a 5 – 5.5 qt saute, ever since I had my first one. It is my most oft-used pan. I liked the glass lid of my last one, but it doesn’t quite fit this one. I didn’t want to pay another $20 for the Emerilware one that did have a glass lid, so I went Cuisinart. I spent about $153 on the four pans. Ouch. But I wasn’t buying another skillet that was going to bow or cook unevenly.
I got them home and was so proud of them, until Shay reminded me of that restaurant store. Oops! That’s right! The same quality at half the price! The next day, I was off to the restaurant supply store. The skillets I found there were very utilitarian-looking, not pretty like the ones I bought previously (mind you, I didn’t buy for the pretty, that’s just what they had there at Bed, Bath, and Beyond — pretty and more expensive, or pretty and less expensive). That was okay with me, since I was buying them to use, not to look at.
I wasn’t so sure about the hollow handles, since they didn’t have the air spaces in them that the Emeril and Cuisinart ones did, to keep the handles cool. A gentleman who worked there told me that he had one of these pans, though, and they did indeed stay cool. That’s good, since I don’t want to have to do all my cooking wearing mitts.
The sizes were a little different, but I got essentially the same pans I had bought before. Just without the mirror finish and encapsulated copper. These have encapsulated aluminum. The bottoms are very thick, and shouldn’t bow. They’re actually ever-so-slightly bowed inward when cool, and flatten when they are heated. I’ll take their word for it; I can’t tell.
These are lower-end “economy” restaurant pans. That’s no problem. These are still made to be used repeatedly, all day long, in a restaurant kitchen. They’re made to be washed in a commercial dishwasher. They will be almost babied here, compared to what they’d endure at a restaurant. They should last nigh unto forever. I spent $75, almost exactly half of what I spent previously, and then returned the other pans to the other store.
So far, these skillets cook and clean like a dream, and they are almost nonstick. They cook with very even heat distribution. Let them cool, soak for a few minutes, and everything comes off. And the bottoms stay flat! YAY! Mom and I really like these pans.
Shay was impressed upon seeing the new pans. “Always buy good tools,” he said.
Yes, indeed. I learned my lesson long ago, on a car water pump and two different ratchet sets.
UPDATE: I found some of the writing on the bottoms of my grandmother’s pots and pans. Looks like they’re mostly vintage Farberware aluminum clad stainless steel: http://www.adclassix.com/a4/57farberwarecookware.html , and one vintage Revere Ware copper clad skillet (not cheap nonstick, so it’s still here): http://www.adclassix.com/ads2/51reverepots.htm . All of these pieces are still, in well-used but good condition, bringing $20 – $40 per piece.
We love going shopping at thrift stores. You never, ever know what you are going to find. I just bought two large boxes filled with quart canning jars — mostly Ball, Kerr, and Mason — for $.69 each. That’s less than half the cheapest price I can find for Ball quart jars! I have to supply the lids and rings, but that’s no big deal at all.
I have bought loads of fabric — both off the bolt and as things like curtains and dresses — for much, much less than they would have been at a fabric store. I can’t afford to buy much fabric new. It’s amazingly expensive now.
My beloved Shay really outdid himself recently, when he and I paid a visit to a local thrift store.
First, as I’m finding TWO pairs of shoes for myself (mind you, I had just been to two large shoe stores and couldn’t find what I needed), Shay showed up with something under his arm and a mischievous smile on his face. I know that look. It’s his you-are-never-going-to-believe-what-I-found-that-is-going-to-amaze look. He pulled the thing out from under his arm.
SERIOUSLY?!? Not just a robot helmet, not just a Transformers helmet, but OPTIMUS PRIME??? How in the world did that stay on the shelf with all these kids in here?!? And for 79 cents!!!
We haven’t seen the Transformers movies, but Bunny-Wan Kenobi loves robots, and so he loves the Transformers. How can you argue with a robot that can fold itself into a car, truck, or plane? Pretty neat. And Optimus Prime is the leader of the “good guys”. Bunny-Wan Kenobi was just beside himself when Shay presented this find to him. A rubdown with alcohol, and it was all his. After a few minutes with it on, he discovered that it still talks, and will distort his voice as well. He’s very fond of it, to say the least.
Later in our shopping, right after I had found a gorgeous mossy-colored table runner I thought would make a wonderful center panel for Mom’s renaissance fair dress, I looked to my left to see Shay wrestling with a dragon. The heads of all the shoppers in the area turned when he finally figured out how it went together, and he raised it up to get a good look.
A real, handmade Chinese kite. It even has a hand-carved keel and spool, and the frame is bamboo. It's some 6 feet in wingspan. The tail is a foot wide or more, and at least 6 feet long.
ILoveBunnies loves kites! But how in the world did this kite end up in a thrift store? This isn’t just some average kite. It’s quite special. It isn’t antique… the beard on the dragon is made of that flexible craft foam sheeting you can get. But still!!! And for $4!
Needless to say, ILoveBunnies was absolutely floored. This past Sunday, after our Bible study, we took the kite behind the building where we meet to try to fly it.
Unfortunately, the winds were unsteady. There was enough wind to get it up a little, and then it would die down or change direction. Shay managed to get it up just enough for me to take a few pictures. How impressive it looked! It seemed to be struggling to break free... like some giant bird of prey, with a loop of twine around its leg. Struggling, yet looking awesome doing it.
Hopefully, soon we’ll be able to really let it fly. We did learn one thing — it doesn’t take a lot of wind to get it up. It just needs to be steady.
Oh — and those shoes? I have narrow feet. Like a 3-4A heel (used to be 5A at the front, 7A at the heel! Not anymore, after years of retail on hard floors!). And I needed some specific kinds of shoes for wearing in events at the museum. ILoveBunnies is a junior docent, but I help out as well. I needed some plain black low-heel pumps, and some low boots. I could find neither in the shoe stores in a size that would fit me. I found both at the thrift store. The boots fit great; the pumps are very slightly short in length, and were only 2A in the heel, but they work well enough. I have some heel cups I can wear with them, and they stay on my feet just fine. They aren’t short enough to bother me that much. I do need to get new taps put on them this week, as I can see a nail head on one. They’re in very good condition, and they’re Easy Spirits, so they’re worth it!
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