Do days/weeks/months even exist anymore? I can’t be the only one this is starting to all blur together for right?
Recipe for Last Word Gin Fizz:
- 3/4 oz each Amaretto, Gin, and Chartreuse.
- Juice of one lime
- Juice of one lemon
- raw egg white
- 1 Tbsp powdered sugar
- Tiny splash club soda
Shake all ingredients except club soda with ice until frothy and cold. Splash in the club soda, shake briefly again. Garnish with the leaf of a basil plant you took as a cutting in August from Castroville and grew into a 1.5′ tall and wide plant that is newly planted around a brick patio.
So like, this quarantine DEFINITELY has many a perk is what I’m sayin’.
In other news we did get the chickens out of our house and into their own last weekend.
Also, turns out the feed store we bought the chicks from will buy back full breed roosters for $5 and then sells them for $10 to breeders once they are all feathered out- so Truffle is gonna find a pretty damn enjoyable 2nd home I bet. It’s reassuring to have a plan for what to do with him once he starts crowing and has to go, the jerk. (he’s on the right in the picture above)
In the garden things are REALLY coming together:
In non-homesteady garden news:
That’s it for now- just remember that as more and more people catch the coronavirus the risk of venturing out goes up, not down. So going out this month is MORE dangerous than last month, and next month will be MORE dangerous than this month. I know we’re all a bit ready to get out of the house, but we’re buying time for really nailing down a treatment plan and ensuring we’re flattening the curve so that if/when some of us do get this thing there are not shortages of supplies or medical staff. So stay safe and stay home. Wear a mask when you do venture out. Wash them hands.
And don’t give me Coronavirus for Mother’s Day. (Also Happy Mother’s day to you mothers out there!)