Oops. I bought the wrong size filter for our house air filters. I’m going to chalk it up to distraction in the store because I had the correct dimensions on my list. I did not want to go back to the store. Luckily, they were oversized and I could cut them down.
This little black cat has been trying to move in on Sophie’s territory, coming in the meadow, around the coop, even up to the front door! Not people friendly, though. Or at least not friendly to Sophie’s people.
I have been wheat-free for around 17 years. I used to say gluten-free, but I’m starting to doubt that gluten causes my intolerance. I have been reading that some people with wheat-intolerance (not celiac’s), can eat bread made of heritage wheat. So I purchased some flour made with heritage organic Turkey Red and White Sonora wheat flours and made some bread.
This is the first shaped loaf I have made in over 17 years. Gluten-free bread has to be baked in a pan or form, it is too slack to hold shape like wheat bread can. I wanted a simple straight-forward bread, so looked up Paul Hollywood’s crusty cob loaf instructions (I adore watching the Great British Bake Off). It certainly smelled good baking! It tasted nice as well, and didn’t cause the stomach distress I usually get within 30 minutes of eating modern wheat (although it seems there are several strains of “modern” wheat and I don’t know if I am sensitive to one but not another, but that is an experiment for another time). I ate a bit at first, waited half and hour, then ate a whole slice. The next day I made banana bread. Then cream puffs (the bread flour is too heavy for pastry, my gluten free mix worked better). Then simple egg noodles (mix flour and egg, and squeeze through a pastry bag or clipped plastic bag into boiling stock). I’ve basically been steadily eating it for a week. I’m not 100% sure that my body is OK with it, but at least I don’t feel like I have a war waging in my digestive tract. I will continue to monitor my digestion and mood, but reduce my intake because, frankly, baking everyday will make the scale unhappy!
In an effort to keep the caterpillars from falling into my lap, and the random bird droppings soiling my yarn, I draped netting over my chair. Jury is still out on the effectiveness long term, but I didn’t have unwanted visitors that day.
We had a run of rain and once again my hens don’t seem to care if they get wet, especially Twilight. Although wet hens do look rather deranged. So “mad as a wet hen” maybe isn’t anger but crazy?
