So...I kinda sorta introduced the girls to Internet porn the other day.
But don't worry...it was only animal porn.
Wait, that didn't sound any better. Lemme 'splain.
A few weeks ago I was discussing the status of the chicken flock (roosters crowing!) with my country-wise co-worker and how, in another month, the hens would start laying eggs. My co-worker made the very good point that, since the chickens were approaching sexual maturity, we should review the dynamics of chicken mating with the girls.
You see, chicken sex involves a lot of climbing and pinching and grabbing and squawking, and more than one child has been concerned that the rooster was "being mean" to the hens in the process.
So being a good homesteading mother, I had "the birds and the bees...and the chickens" talk with the girls one night. I explained how the rooster climbs on to the back of the hen, and then uses his beak to grab either her neck and/or comb. The hen squawks, the rooster pulls down his rear and...well...you can figure out the rest. The whole thing last roughly 10 seconds.
But seeing how kids have active imaginations and a thirst for knowledge, they wanted to know more. How does the rooster balance on the hen? Does the hen just sit there? Does he just hop off when done?
Naturally, I went to YouTube.
I can't decide if the plethora of chicken sex videos available are for educational purposes (as was our intent) or something...more...disturbing. Either way, the girls got their questions answered and I somehow managed to stay clear of any videos that might not be suitable for young viewers.
The timing of our conversation and video viewing was perfect, because about a week later we were the audience to one of Dockers' earliest couplings with a hen.
And wouldn't you know, it looked just like what we saw on YouTube.
--Rational Mama
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Swingin'
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Review: Meat Me on Rationing Day
Friends, this may be the most controversial post in the long string of posts that is Rational Living.Eating is, after all, one of the most intimate things we can do - both individually and as a group. People wax poetic over a fine meal, determine a grandmother's worth based upon her bread rolls and will defend the merits of a traditional menu until blue in the face.
We love to eat and we eat to show love. And Americans love meat.
Meat rationing was the most despised aspect of rationing during WWII. As outlined in the original "Meat Me on Rationing Day" post, red point rationing was designed to encourage Americans to eat less meat and, most importantly, to eat lower grades of meat. But Americans then, as now, loved their meat and governmental restrictions regarding meat purchases were met with great displeasure. During WWII, when Americans were polled as to which rationed products were hardest to cut down on or do without, the overwhelming response was meat (sugar was second, but with a considerably less enthusiastic response). Despite the War, Americans still wanted their steak and pot roast dinners. As a result, meat (particularly higher grade cuts of beef) was a popular black market item.
Flash forward over 60 years and you have our family starting our own year of rationing. At the beginning of the rationing year we already ate less meat as compared to the general American public; prior to the project meat was featured in dinners roughly three to four times a week and showed up in about half of the adult lunches). As such, meat restrictions as a result of rationing weren't felt as keenly by us as they may have been for other families. What meat shortages we did face were usually the result of market fluctuations or our self-imposed inclusion of poultry in the rationing program.
That said, we like our meat. Chicken, bacon, pork chops...we all have a strong appreciation for meat.
Which is why it's quite surprising that, at the conclusion of the rationing project we find ourselves a household of vegetarians.
Yes, you read that correctly. It wasn't the jellied ham loaf or the heart kabobs that turned us, it was the environmental and ethical consequences of animal farming.
One of the catalysts for the rationing project was a desire to live a more environmentally conscious and sustainable lifestyle. In one aspect, the rationing year has been an attempt to move beyond the "easy" practices of recycling and line-drying clothes and to dig deeper into ingrained practices and habits that need changing. Our goal was to find changes that could and should be made to reduce our carbon footprint and create a lifestyle that has a less harmful effect on people and the planet.
With that desire in mind, the hard reality is that factory farmed meat is the diametrical opposite of a sustainable practice. The waste runoff, habitat destruction and pollution caused by animal farming contributes more to global climate change than transportation. Think about it: meat production causes more environmental damage than all cars, planes, trains and boats combined - a whopping 40% more. A hybrid car is a great thing, but if your driving it to the local burger joint your doing more damage than you probably realize.
And then there's the ethics of meat production. Factory animal farming is notorious for using (and abusing) undocumented workers - creating workplace environments that constitute human rights violations. Meat processing at break-neck speeds endangers both the workers (meat processors have the highest on-the-job injury rate of any labor field) and endangers the public - E. coli outbreaks are the result of unsanitary practices resulting from factory processing (those bleach baths the meat takes before packaging don't kill everything). Cheap labor and fast processing promotes lower meat prices, but at a cost to humanitarian and health well-being.
Then, of course, there's the animals. I won't go in to the horrors of factory animal farming - there are plenty of available resources to educate you on that topic. And even if you make the commitment to purchase the more expensive, locally-raised meat there is still the slaughter to consider. Because most local slaughter facilities have been purchased ("bought out") by the large CAFO companies the likelihood that even your free-range, humanely treated animals experience a human slaughter is extremely slim.

So the only way for us to feel at peace with eating meat is to make sure the animals are treated respectfully during life and ensure that they had a humane slaughter. In the current system, the only way to guarantee both of those assertions is to have a direct part in both the raising and processing of the animal.
TMOTH and I both have strong opinions about having honest relationships with food: know what it is, where it came from and what it went through to be on your plate. This goes for meat, too, and is why when TMOTH hunts he only attempts a shot that is clear and direct and will cause the least suffering for the animal. It is also the reason why we process the venison ourselves.
But really, why should other meat be treated any differently?
Our new homestead will allow us, for the first time ever, the ability to raise our own animals for meat purposes. Whether we have the fortitude to raise an animal in an intimate setting and then slaughter it for food has yet to be determined. But know this about our beliefs: if we can't raise and slaughter it ourselves, then we shouldn't be eating it. Period.
And even the girls support this transition; even Sissy, the biggest carnivore of the family, has learned enough about factory animal farming to support this decision with maturity and understanding.
We know many, many readers will not agree with this choice. We're not telling you that you should be living by these same standards or judging your practices or insisting that our beliefs are better than yours.
We're just trying to live by our standards of what is right...and encourage you to live by your own.
--Rational Mama
P.S. For a thorough, even-handed examination of the implications of animal farming and eating meat, I highly recommend Jonathan Safran Foer's, "Eating Animals."
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Sunday, December 19, 2010
Rational Ritual
This past Wednesday night we sat around the table, rolled the die and pulled scenarios from Mr. Bowles' Marketplace Scenario Randomizer...for the last time.
So interesting how doing something once a week for a year becomes such a habit, such a ritual.
Over the past year we've both cheered and boo-ed the die roll, rearranged menus to suit the scenarios and listen to the girls quarrel countless times over whose turn it is to roll the die.
In the end the last scenario of the rationing year was a dud...only half the usual amount of flour was available, but we have plenty in the pantry anyway.
The week before was a doozy, though. Eowyn wanted from-scratch macaroni and cheese for dinner when a gaggle of family was to be visiting to celebrate her birthday. But when we pulled scenarios for that week Mr. Bowles' informed us that only half the amount of cheese was available at the store. The cheese supply in the fridge was not bountiful, so there was no way we could acquire enough cheese to make macaroni and cheese for a crowd of sixteen.

As a friend said, Mr. Bowles' giveth and Mr. Bowles' taketh away.
So, we had to go to Plan B: roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy and Brussels sprouts (you gotta love an eight-year-old that asks for Brussels sprouts).
It will be strange, if not liberating, to be able to make a shopping list without consulting the Randomizer. There are several aisles that I think I haven't even stepped a foot in during the rationing year. Everything in the store will be available for purchase. Everything.
And I know that I originally said that I would compost the Randomizer when the rationing project was complete, but now I am (based on a reader's advice) considering holding on to it for a while.
Some habits die hard.
--Rational Mama
So interesting how doing something once a week for a year becomes such a habit, such a ritual.
Over the past year we've both cheered and boo-ed the die roll, rearranged menus to suit the scenarios and listen to the girls quarrel countless times over whose turn it is to roll the die.
In the end the last scenario of the rationing year was a dud...only half the usual amount of flour was available, but we have plenty in the pantry anyway.
The week before was a doozy, though. Eowyn wanted from-scratch macaroni and cheese for dinner when a gaggle of family was to be visiting to celebrate her birthday. But when we pulled scenarios for that week Mr. Bowles' informed us that only half the amount of cheese was available at the store. The cheese supply in the fridge was not bountiful, so there was no way we could acquire enough cheese to make macaroni and cheese for a crowd of sixteen.

As a friend said, Mr. Bowles' giveth and Mr. Bowles' taketh away.
So, we had to go to Plan B: roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy and Brussels sprouts (you gotta love an eight-year-old that asks for Brussels sprouts).
It will be strange, if not liberating, to be able to make a shopping list without consulting the Randomizer. There are several aisles that I think I haven't even stepped a foot in during the rationing year. Everything in the store will be available for purchase. Everything.
And I know that I originally said that I would compost the Randomizer when the rationing project was complete, but now I am (based on a reader's advice) considering holding on to it for a while.
Some habits die hard.
--Rational Mama
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Whew. And Cobbler
Whew.
That's about the only thing I can say about the past month.
Whew.
October always go by so quickly and this year was no exception. With Halloween on a Sunday there were virtually three full days of Halloween this year. Costume gathering, school parties, friend parties, trick-or-treating...lots to do.
Add to that house issues. Yes, our house is still on the market but the original house that started all of this is completely out of the picture now (and we're okay with that). In the end they were asking too much, especially considering the amount of elbow grease required to get everything up to par. So we've been spending time perusing the internet for possible homes, visiting open houses, debating what features we consider important in the next move and researching schools. We had actually found a property we were very interested in (3/4 of an acre, unconventional A-frame, great school) but then it was taken off the market because of all the foreclosure mess. Sigh. All this and we have to keep our own house nearly pristine in-between improvement projects just in case someone wants to see it.
And then there was last week. The girls were off of school on Monday so we had some extra bonding time and they were sweet, sweet, sweet. On Tuesday Eowyn woke up with a stomach ache and quickly began vomiting. Unfortunately, she started on an empty stomach and has a history of acid reflux. Thus, in less than four hours after she first vomited we were in the emergency room. She was very dehydrated and was showing signs of intestinal damage so she spent two days in the hospital, soaking up the I.V. fluids in between tests and lots of meds. At one point they gave her morphine which alleviated the pain enough that she could sleep, but it dropped her respiratory rate down so low that all the machine alarms were going off. A lot. Ugh. Not good times.
She came home last Thursday with several prescriptions to get her by until she can see her pediatric gastroenterologist in Kansas City this coming Monday. So far, so good...but we were all rather exhausted last weekend - both physically and mentally.
We needed something to make everything right...to sort of reset the household. So last Sunday night I made venison stew with dumplings and a pear cobbler for dessert. The stew was wonderful - stick to your ribs comfort food. The cobbler was absolutely amazing and oh-so-simple. I used a jar of cinnamon pears I preserved in September and the taste was amazing, but I'm sure you could use commercially-canned fruit and have equally impressive results.
I'm going to post the cobbler recipe I used because I know we all have those times...when life has strung us out and scraped us thin. This may not make everything better, but it will make you feel a bit more at peace.
Ingredients
1 15-16 oz can of fruit (peaches, pears, apples, blueberries or cherries would work well)
1 cup self-rising flour
1/2 cup sugar
5 TB butter, melted
1 cup milk
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2. Grease the bottom and sides of an 8" x 8" baking dish.
3. Drain canned fruit and evenly distribute fruit in the bottom of the prepared dish.
4. Combine remaining ingredients and pour the mixture over the fruit.
5. Bake the cobbler for 35 to 40 minutes, or until golden brown.
The fact that the cobbler did not survive long enough for me to take a picture should serve as an adequate testimonial.
Wishing all of you healthy, happy days.
--Rational Mama
That's about the only thing I can say about the past month.
Whew.
October always go by so quickly and this year was no exception. With Halloween on a Sunday there were virtually three full days of Halloween this year. Costume gathering, school parties, friend parties, trick-or-treating...lots to do.
Add to that house issues. Yes, our house is still on the market but the original house that started all of this is completely out of the picture now (and we're okay with that). In the end they were asking too much, especially considering the amount of elbow grease required to get everything up to par. So we've been spending time perusing the internet for possible homes, visiting open houses, debating what features we consider important in the next move and researching schools. We had actually found a property we were very interested in (3/4 of an acre, unconventional A-frame, great school) but then it was taken off the market because of all the foreclosure mess. Sigh. All this and we have to keep our own house nearly pristine in-between improvement projects just in case someone wants to see it.
And then there was last week. The girls were off of school on Monday so we had some extra bonding time and they were sweet, sweet, sweet. On Tuesday Eowyn woke up with a stomach ache and quickly began vomiting. Unfortunately, she started on an empty stomach and has a history of acid reflux. Thus, in less than four hours after she first vomited we were in the emergency room. She was very dehydrated and was showing signs of intestinal damage so she spent two days in the hospital, soaking up the I.V. fluids in between tests and lots of meds. At one point they gave her morphine which alleviated the pain enough that she could sleep, but it dropped her respiratory rate down so low that all the machine alarms were going off. A lot. Ugh. Not good times.
She came home last Thursday with several prescriptions to get her by until she can see her pediatric gastroenterologist in Kansas City this coming Monday. So far, so good...but we were all rather exhausted last weekend - both physically and mentally.
We needed something to make everything right...to sort of reset the household. So last Sunday night I made venison stew with dumplings and a pear cobbler for dessert. The stew was wonderful - stick to your ribs comfort food. The cobbler was absolutely amazing and oh-so-simple. I used a jar of cinnamon pears I preserved in September and the taste was amazing, but I'm sure you could use commercially-canned fruit and have equally impressive results.
I'm going to post the cobbler recipe I used because I know we all have those times...when life has strung us out and scraped us thin. This may not make everything better, but it will make you feel a bit more at peace.
Ingredients
1 15-16 oz can of fruit (peaches, pears, apples, blueberries or cherries would work well)
1 cup self-rising flour
1/2 cup sugar
5 TB butter, melted
1 cup milk
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2. Grease the bottom and sides of an 8" x 8" baking dish.
3. Drain canned fruit and evenly distribute fruit in the bottom of the prepared dish.
4. Combine remaining ingredients and pour the mixture over the fruit.
5. Bake the cobbler for 35 to 40 minutes, or until golden brown.
The fact that the cobbler did not survive long enough for me to take a picture should serve as an adequate testimonial.
Wishing all of you healthy, happy days.
--Rational Mama
Saturday, November 6, 2010
A Vintage Halloween
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Of Pie, Hunger and Nachos
There is so much I want to tell you about living on 1945 U.K. rations.I want to tell you that with all the limitations and restrictions menu planning gets tricky fast. Our weekly menu for the first week of U.K. rations included:
Friday: Vegetable-Garbanzo Soup with Dumplings
Saturday: Dinner at Friends' House (previous engagement)
Sunday: Roasted Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Fresh Green Beans, Grilled Zucchini and Gravy
Monday: Woolton Pie
Tuesday: Spaghetti Noodles and Homemade Cheese Sauce
Wednesday: Chicken and Dumplings (using the chicken carcass from Sunday)
Thursday: Stir-fried Vegetables and Eggs with Rice
I want to tell you how all these restrictions make for very brief and focused shopping excursions.
I want to tell you that for breakfasts we've been eating yogurt (not rationed but available) and toasted oats and/or oatmeal. On Monday morning I made a batch of (reduced butter and sugar) cinnamon rolls for a special treat, and to literally butter up the girls for the Woolton Pie that evening. For lunches TMOTH and I have been eating leftovers and skimpy chicken sandwiches using leftover meat from Sunday and our very modest mayonnaise rations. We've been keeping the girls' lunches solid (peanut butter and honey sandwiches, crackers, local fruit) since during the War they would have had additional lunch options at school.
I want to tell you that snacking is severely limited on U.K. rations. The general rule is that if you didn't make it then it's not available, and your supplies are almost too tight to make anything. On Sunday I made a homemade granola bar type concoction that was snacked on for several days. Otherwise, snacking has been mostly limited to carrots and the local apples/pears we picked last month.
I want to tell you that I wouldn't want to be on these rations in the dead of winter, with few fresh vegetables available.
I want to tell you that I was finding the transition from one cup of coffee per day to one cup of tea per day very difficult.
I want to tell you that the results of the Woolton Pie were very predictable (Eowyn loved it, Sissy loathed it).
I want to tell you that the soap rations haven't been too terrible and that we managed to stay under our 157 allotted miles for the week.
I want to tell you how hungry we've been. Nearly every night we've needed an evening snack for the girls, and usually for the adults as well. One night we popped popcorn, but had to use lard since the butter and margarine were reserved for other purposes. Another night we made carrot cookies (surprisingly good).
I want to tell you that I was looking forward to making bangers and mash and sharing with you next week's menu and how I "spent" our points...but I don't have to.
Last night, after a very busy day AND night, TMOTH and I found ourselves driving home alone.
"I'm hungry," TMOTH said quietly.
"Me, too." I replied.
I thought about how many times the four of us had said those words over the past six days. I'd heard it from the girls more than once each day we'd been on U.K. rations. I thought about hearing it for another eight days.
And then I said, "Maybe six days is enough."
We had learned our lesson. What the civilians of the United Kingdom dealt with was far beyond the situation handed to the Americans. As Sissy put it, "They [in the U.K.] had only what was needed, but in the U.S. we could also get things we wanted." And that doesn't even include the air raids.
So I want to tell you how last evening we picked the girls up from their grandparents and told them that we were done with U.K. rations. They cheered. They were actually happy to be back on U.S. rations.
And then they told us they were hungry. We all agreed that we wanted cheese. Lots of cheese.
So we went home and had nachos for a bedtime snack.
--Rational Mama
Monday, October 4, 2010
Ribena = Crack
I'm not sure what the general opinion of Ribena is across the pond, but I can tell you that in the Rational Living household Ribena is now a legendary favorite.
Let me provide some background for those state-side readers.
When I was preparing for our two weeks of U.K. rations, I asked Mr. Graham (from On the Ration) if the 4 oz of loose tea per person was per adult only, or if children also received a tea ration. His response: "Your tea is per adult - the children get Ribena squash (blackcurrent cordial) instead."
Now, in the U.S. the term "cordial" is most frequently refers to thick, sweet alcoholic beverages...hence, I thought he was being silly by suggesting that the adults receive tea rations and the children get booze. But, thanks to my friend Google I was set straight.
Ribena is, in fact, a concentrated blackcurrant syrup that is then diluted with water to produce a juice-like beverage. During the War its high vitamin C content helped make it a popular nutritional aid for children in the U.K. (it's true vitamin C content has come under attack in recent years).
I felt very fortunate to find bottles of Ribena at our local grocery store in the "British" section. What else is in the "British" section? Some biscuits, cans of spotted dick (giggle) and those most definitely non-American cans of Heinz beans in tomato sauce. There are some other items as well which, I imagine, the store's ordering manager consider "classically British." Teas, jams, and candies.
Anyhoo...back to Ribena...this stuff is good. It's like liquid candy - or something even more addictive. When I called the girls into the kitchen to try some they were a bit skeptical - with it's dark color I think they thought it would taste like that hideous cough syrup. After a quick taste they promptly downed their glasses and loudly proclaimed that we should buy Ribena even when we aren't rationing. It's good enough that TMOTH and I have found ourselves making small glasses of the stuff for ourselves (shhh! don't tell the girls). Maybe a bottle of Ribena will make it into the girls' Christmas stockings this year...
Oh! Another gem I found in the "British" section was gravy granules. If
you're a regular reader of On the Ration then you're familiar with Mr. Graham's semi-frequent mention of gravy granules. We have no such product here in the U.S. - our instant gravy items are typically powdered and consist mostly of corn starch which can (if overused) turn a wonderful gravy base into a brown paste.
I purchased the granules (the label ensures me that the kind I purchased are the "Nation's Favourite Gravy") to use on the gravy I was making with last night's roasted chicken (our special meat purchase for the week). When I first open the package I was alarmed by what appeared to be fish food. Seriously, the granules are gray and look like the pellets used to feed cichlids. Unfortunately, there is no way this product would fly as-is in the U.S. unless it was loaded with artificial dyes. Ugly but true.
Anyway, last night I diluted the roast chicken drippings with a little water, added the granules and brought it to a boil. The resulting gravy was a little on the thin side but had a nice flavor and in no way resembled paste. This is all good, since tonight I will use the extra gravy as part of the Woolton Pie I will be making for dinner. Another classic U.K. wartime food, Woolton Pie is a concoction of cooked vegetables, oats and mashed potatoes.
I'm already preparing for Sissy's revolt. Maybe I can appease her with some Ribena?
--Michelle
Let me provide some background for those state-side readers.
When I was preparing for our two weeks of U.K. rations, I asked Mr. Graham (from On the Ration) if the 4 oz of loose tea per person was per adult only, or if children also received a tea ration. His response: "Your tea is per adult - the children get Ribena squash (blackcurrent cordial) instead."
Now, in the U.S. the term "cordial" is most frequently refers to thick, sweet alcoholic beverages...hence, I thought he was being silly by suggesting that the adults receive tea rations and the children get booze. But, thanks to my friend Google I was set straight.
Ribena is, in fact, a concentrated blackcurrant syrup that is then diluted with water to produce a juice-like beverage. During the War its high vitamin C content helped make it a popular nutritional aid for children in the U.K. (it's true vitamin C content has come under attack in recent years).
Anyhoo...back to Ribena...this stuff is good. It's like liquid candy - or something even more addictive. When I called the girls into the kitchen to try some they were a bit skeptical - with it's dark color I think they thought it would taste like that hideous cough syrup. After a quick taste they promptly downed their glasses and loudly proclaimed that we should buy Ribena even when we aren't rationing. It's good enough that TMOTH and I have found ourselves making small glasses of the stuff for ourselves (shhh! don't tell the girls). Maybe a bottle of Ribena will make it into the girls' Christmas stockings this year...
Oh! Another gem I found in the "British" section was gravy granules. If
I purchased the granules (the label ensures me that the kind I purchased are the "Nation's Favourite Gravy") to use on the gravy I was making with last night's roasted chicken (our special meat purchase for the week). When I first open the package I was alarmed by what appeared to be fish food. Seriously, the granules are gray and look like the pellets used to feed cichlids. Unfortunately, there is no way this product would fly as-is in the U.S. unless it was loaded with artificial dyes. Ugly but true.
I'm already preparing for Sissy's revolt. Maybe I can appease her with some Ribena?
--Michelle
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
When Life Gives You Lemons (or Pears)
If you're a regular reader of this blog then you are definitely aware that the unavailability of local, fresh apples has been the girls' least favorite aspect of rationing so far.
So, this past weekend we burned up some ration miles to visit a nearby u-pick orchard. It is the same orchard from which we hauled home 20 plus pounds of apples last year. Friends, these were the best apples ever. So many varieties, all picked while ripe. I'm not a big fresh apple fan but I happily gobbled an apple a day while we had that stash in the house. In light of the restraints we've had this year our plan was to come home with at least twice as many apples as last year - what we didn't eat fresh we'd can, dehydrate or bake in pies to freeze.
When we arrived at the orchard after our 35 minute drive we noticed that the parking area seemed very, well, quiet. Eerily quiet. Entering the little business shack I happily skipped up to the counter and proclaimed, "We're here to pick apples."
Behind the counter slouched a gray, elderly, and unamused woman. "There aren't any apples," she said.
Say what? I told her I didn't understand.
She then proceeded, in a most disinterested voice, to explain that the orchard was hit by a fungus this year due to the high heat and humidity we had this past summer. Her blue eyes were lackluster and she was very...well...ho hum about the whole thing. As a friend who went to the orchard with us described it: "She is so done with the orchard thing."
I stood, dumbfounded for a few seconds while it all soaked in. I had checked the orchard's website just days before and it had no mention of a crop failure. We had just used up critical miles with the expectation of coming home with bucketfuls of wonderful, crisp, juicy apples. I had pictured the girls, with beaming smiles, rolling around in piles of apples declaring that it was the best day ever.
But there weren't any apples.Seeing my hesitation, the clerk did offer one option: "There's still the Asian pears."
"Yes, we'll pick those," I quickly blurted out. Yes. We would pick Asian pears. This is how the trip would be salvaged.
"But I don't like Asian pears," one of the girls mumbled from behind me. "The ones from the co-op tasted bad."
"These are different," I said, figuratively crossing my fingers behind my back.
Onward we march up the orchard hill, past rows and rows of apple trees. Indeed, something terrible had happened to the apples - most of the trees had lost their leaves and the ground was blanketed in a layer of brown, rotting fruit. The smell was enough make it smell like a college bar on a Sunday morning. A few red fruits still clung to random trees, but we weren't sure if we could pick them.
Eventually we found the Asian pears and began picking. There were plenty of pears of a few different varieties and a quick sampling let the girls realize that they did, indeed, like Asian pears. So pick, pick, pick we did.

And as we did we came across other apple trees that looked like they
weathered the fungus slightly better than the first trees we passed. When the clerk rode up the hill in her golf cart to check on us we asked her if it was okay to pick the unharmed apples.
"Yes," she said. "But I can't guarantee they're ripe on the inside."
Over the next 40 minutes we continued to pick Asian pears and salvageable apples as we walked our way down the orchard hill. When done, we had roughly 70 pounds of fruit (three-quarters of which was Asian pears).
So instead of apple butter, apples pies and such we'll be processing pear butter, dehydrated pears and pear crisps. Stay tuned for recipes!
--Rational Mama
So, this past weekend we burned up some ration miles to visit a nearby u-pick orchard. It is the same orchard from which we hauled home 20 plus pounds of apples last year. Friends, these were the best apples ever. So many varieties, all picked while ripe. I'm not a big fresh apple fan but I happily gobbled an apple a day while we had that stash in the house. In light of the restraints we've had this year our plan was to come home with at least twice as many apples as last year - what we didn't eat fresh we'd can, dehydrate or bake in pies to freeze.
When we arrived at the orchard after our 35 minute drive we noticed that the parking area seemed very, well, quiet. Eerily quiet. Entering the little business shack I happily skipped up to the counter and proclaimed, "We're here to pick apples."
Behind the counter slouched a gray, elderly, and unamused woman. "There aren't any apples," she said.
Say what? I told her I didn't understand.
She then proceeded, in a most disinterested voice, to explain that the orchard was hit by a fungus this year due to the high heat and humidity we had this past summer. Her blue eyes were lackluster and she was very...well...ho hum about the whole thing. As a friend who went to the orchard with us described it: "She is so done with the orchard thing."
I stood, dumbfounded for a few seconds while it all soaked in. I had checked the orchard's website just days before and it had no mention of a crop failure. We had just used up critical miles with the expectation of coming home with bucketfuls of wonderful, crisp, juicy apples. I had pictured the girls, with beaming smiles, rolling around in piles of apples declaring that it was the best day ever.
But there weren't any apples.Seeing my hesitation, the clerk did offer one option: "There's still the Asian pears."
"Yes, we'll pick those," I quickly blurted out. Yes. We would pick Asian pears. This is how the trip would be salvaged.
"But I don't like Asian pears," one of the girls mumbled from behind me. "The ones from the co-op tasted bad."
"These are different," I said, figuratively crossing my fingers behind my back.
Onward we march up the orchard hill, past rows and rows of apple trees. Indeed, something terrible had happened to the apples - most of the trees had lost their leaves and the ground was blanketed in a layer of brown, rotting fruit. The smell was enough make it smell like a college bar on a Sunday morning. A few red fruits still clung to random trees, but we weren't sure if we could pick them.
"Yes," she said. "But I can't guarantee they're ripe on the inside."
Over the next 40 minutes we continued to pick Asian pears and salvageable apples as we walked our way down the orchard hill. When done, we had roughly 70 pounds of fruit (three-quarters of which was Asian pears).
--Rational Mama
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Rational Interview: Eowyn
This is the second in a series of interviews involving the Rational Living household. For the first interview follow this link.Today's interview is with Eowyn, an energetic, vegetable-loving seven year old.
RM: Do you have any any idea how long we've been rationing?
E: [Counts on fingers] A little over seven months? I have no clue. [Counts on fingers again] Seven and a half months?
RM: Good counting - it's actually closer to eight and a half months. Have you talked to any of your teachers or friends about rationing?
E: When Ms. L asked if we were doing anything for [Sissy's] birthday - a big cake - I said we were doing rationing so it was just going to be two banana cakes. She seemed to understand.
RM: Did she ask any questions?
E: No, she seemed to understand about rationing.
RM: What about your friends?
E: When I was at theater camp and talking to friends they were like, "Whoa!" and "What?!?" Except O., she seemed to understand - she knew about Victory Gardens.
RM: Really?
E: Yeah, I think she reads American Girl books, and she could know about that stuff from Molly's stories.
RM: What has been the hardest part of rationing so far?
E: Not having some of the foods that I really like when I want them - because they might not be available or be scarce that week.
RM: Any foods in particular?
E: Apples, although when it comes to apple orchard time...
RM: Has anything about rationing been easier than you expected?
E: Yes. At the beginning, when we were drawing sticks [for Mr Bowles' Marketplace Scenario Randomizer] I thought dealing with the scenarios would be hard. But it's not bad, we just move meals to another week if we don't already have the stuff like cottage cheese in the fridge or freezer.
RM: We have only a little more than three months left of rationing, is there anything we should do during that time?
E: Like what? I don't understand.
RM: Like make certain foods or something like that.
E: We should make more pickles [sly grin].
RM: What have you thought about the historic recipes?
E: Well, the Victory Pancakes were okay, and the veggie burgers looked nasty but were good. And the heart was awesome!
RM: What about the jellied ham loaf?
E: Eh, it wasn't the best.
RM: And SPAM?
E: Awesome!
RM: So should we eat more SPAM in the next three months?
E: Yes!
RM: Is there anything you are looking forward to doing once rationing is over?
E: Eating more apples - red apples, not the green apples we got from the [CSA bag at the] co-op. And just eating more of the foods we couldn't eat.
RM: What's the first thing you want to eat once rationing is over?
E: Apples, Totino's Pizza. And that macaroni and cheese that comes with the sauce in the pouch.
RM: If someone asked why our family is rationing, what would you tell them?
E: Because my mom used to work at the Historical Society and she knows a lot about WWII rationing and wanted to try it for a year.
RM: Well, that's part of it, but we're also trying to learn something. What do you think we're trying to learn by living on rations?
E: How other people felt during WWII.
RM: Right. And we're also trying to learn what it's like to live with enough...
E: [Interrupting] Rather than too much!
RM: So have you learned something about how people lived during WWII rationing?
E: Yes. It's kinda hard to explain. Some foods like Dorito's weren't invented yet and other foods cost lots of ration points.
RM: Do you think they liked rationing?
E: No.
RM: Do you think they complained about rationing?
E: Yes.
RM: Well, if they didn't like it why did they do it?
E: They wanted to help with part of the War. They wanted the war to be over and for their people to win.
RM: Do you think it was hard work to ration?
E: Yes.
RM: Was it worth it anyway?
E: Yes.
RM: Why is that?
E: Because they wanted to help the War and they ended up winning. Wait - didn't they win?
RM: Yes. So if something is really important, like winning a war, does it sometimes require some extra effort to make it happen?
E: Yes.
RM: Do you think helping the planet is something kind of like that - something really important?
E: Yeah.
RM: What kinds of things might people do to help the planet even though they're inconvenient?
E: Not eat some things that are bad for the Earth. Not use things that take away from the Earth things that it needs. Use things that are good for the Earth - like the soaps we get from [name of store].
RM: Those are good ideas. What about walking more - would that help the planet?
E: Yes, and bicycling so you're not using gasoline for short trips.
RM: All of those things would be better for the Earth, but they could also be inconvenient. Would it be worth it?
E: Yes.
--Rational Mama
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Rational Interview: Sissy
Hard to believe it, but we have just slightly more than three months left of the rationing program. This week was our 38th week of rationing which mean that if you equate it's duration with pregnancy then we're at term. Yikes.It seems like a fine time for some reflection, so I interviewed family members about the rationing program so far. This first installment is an interview with Sissy, a meat-loving, vegetable-hating preteen.
RM: How long do you think we've been rationing?
S: [Counts on fingers] 100 weeks?
RM: Umm...there are only 52 weeks in a year.
S: [Laughter] Umm...35 weeks?
RM: Good guess - that's really close. We're currently in our 38th week of rationing. Have you told any of your teachers or friends about the rationing project?
S: Mrs. G knows about it and has read some of the blog.
RM: How did you describe it to her at first?
S: I never really described it to her because when I mentioned it I told her and Ms. M about the blog and they just went to the blog and learned about it. I told them that I didn't like it and that it was something from WWII.
RM: Have you told any friends about rationing?
S: I told T. a little, but every time I say something about it she's like, "What's rationing?" I don't know how to explain it.
RM: What has been the hardest part of rationing for you?
S: No apples [when they're not in season]! And I don't like that there isn't as much stuff to go in our lunches - they're not as good.
RM: Do you mean stuff like the prepackaged cracker sandwiches?
S: Yes, and no Fig Newtons. [ Editor's note: on previous exposure Sissy claimed to not like Fig Newtons; Fig Newtons were available on a limited basis during 1940s rationing]
RM: Is there anything about rationing that has been easier than you anticipated?
S: We don't seem to be eating potatoes as often anymore.
RM: Yeah, we ate a lot of potatoes in the winter.
S: That was forever ago!
RM: What are your thoughts on historic recipes?
S: I don't really like any of them. Every time you say it's a historic recipe night I say to myself: [heaves big sigh].
RM: What about the jellied ham loaf?
S: That was weird but okay.
RM: And the heart kabobs?
S: Blech!
RM: What about SPAM?
S: Yum! Yum! Yum!
RM: Should we eat more SPAM during our last three months of rationing?
S: Yes!
RM: Anything else specific we should do during these last months of rationing?
S: Not that I can think of.
RM: What are you looking forward to doing when we're done rationing?
S: Eating Totino's Pizza and apples. Is the blog going to stop when we're done rationing?
RM: I don't know.
S: You could keep writing about what we're doing since we're NOT rationing.
RM: I'll keep that in mind. So, should Totino's and apples be our first meal after rationing?
S: Yes! The morning after Christmas we should wake up and have apples and Totino's for breakfast! Just kidding - we should have homemade cinnamon rolls instead.
RM: We can do homemade cinnamon rolls during rationing - I've made them a couple of times this past year. We just have to be careful with our sugar and butter rations. If someone asked you why our family is rationing, what would you tell them?
S: Because my mom likes history so we decided to try something from WWII.
RM: Well, that's part of it, but we're also trying to learn what it's like to live on enough - rather than too much. Why would that be important?
S: So we're not being greedy.
RM: Does everyone in the world have enough?
S: No.
RM: How might we help with that?
S: Not eat as much so that they have some, too.
RM: Has rationing taught you anything about how people lived in the 1940s during WWII?
S: It wasn't the best time ever.
RM: Do you think they complained about rationing a lot?
S: Maybe.
RM: So even if they didn't like it, why would they do it?
S: Because before the War they might have had enough, but if they didn't has as much [during the War] then [the extra] could go to the soldiers so they could keep fighting.
RM: Was that the right thing to do?
S: Yes, it was important that the soldiers got good food so they could keep fighting.
RM: Does everyone deserve good food?
S: Yes.
--Rational Mama
Friday, August 13, 2010
Take That, Rationing!
Okay, maybe that's more figurative than literal...
But, I MADE KETCHUP (or, actually, catsup since that's how the recipe was labeled).
Ketchup is ridanculously expensive as far as ration points go (so expensive I had to use an imaginary word). One 14 oz bottle of ketchup will set you back more than one person's weekly allowance of blue/green points.
But having kids in the house means ketchup is a required condiment. They tell me, after all, that one can't possible eat hot dogs, hamburgers, french fries, onion rings, chicken strips and such without ketchup - to do otherwise would being considered abusive.
So ketchup we must have.
Using peeled, cored and pureed Roma tomatoes grown in our Victory Gardens (little hands are great peelers), I followed this recipe (adapted from the canonical Ball Blue Book Guide to Preserving).
1. Combine 2 quarts pureed tomatoes, 1/2 cup sugar and 1 1/3 cups vinegar in a large sauce pot.
2. Add a spice bag containing 2 TB whole allspice, 2 sticks of cinnamon and 1 tsp whole cloves.
3. Add 1 1/2 tsp paprika (I used Hungarian), 1 tsp dry mustard, 1 tsp salt and a pinch of cayenne pepper.
4. Cook slowly until thick, stirring frequently.
5. When desired thickness is reached (took about an hour for me), ladle hot ketchup into hot, sterilized jars, leaving 1/4 inch head space.
6. Add caps and rings and process in water bath for 15 minutes.
The recipe said it would make 2 pints and that held true, although I used some half-pints for shelf-life considerations once individual jars have been opened. In all, I think this adds up to about 35 or 40 points worth of ketchup. Not too shabby.
The final product is nice and thick, although a bit sweeter than I expected - I think I'll reduce the amount of sugar in any future batches. The girls both like it, although Sissy remarked that it was more of a hot dog ketchup rather than a dipping ketchup. Whatever that means. TMOTH said it was a very tomato-y ketchup, which I believe was a compliment.
I think I'll try to make at least one more batch before the end of summer. Combined with what we already have in the fridge that should give us more than enough to make it through the winter.
--Rational Mama
I think I'll try to make at least one more batch before the end of summer. Combined with what we already have in the fridge that should give us more than enough to make it through the winter.
--Rational Mama
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Mommy Pickles
Pickles weren't rationed during WWII, so why-oh-why do I find myself canning homemade bread and butter pickles?
Same reasons every year:
And I like that the girls say "mommy pickles" are their favorite pickles.

I like the aesthetics...
I like the control over ingredients...
Do you have a favorite pickle?
--Rational Mama
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Stop the Presses!
Stop the presses!
We just made Victory Pancakes for the second time and Sissy ate an entire pancake!
Do you realize that 80% of that pancake was vegetables?
I'm speechless.
--Rational Mama
We just made Victory Pancakes for the second time and Sissy ate an entire pancake!
Do you realize that 80% of that pancake was vegetables?
I'm speechless.
--Rational Mama
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Historic Recipe: Full O' Bologney
This is the second recipe we've tried from the awesome Betty Crocker rationing cookbook. It's a meat and potatoes meal, literally. Whereas tradition (at least in this country) is to serve scalloped potatoes with ham, this recipe highlights the use of bologna instead. At eight red ration points per pound bologna was a more thrifty choice than ham, which on our handy dandy chart comes in at 12 red points a pound.
Oh, and apparently it's Irish, according to "O'" and misspelled Italian locale in the title. This makes it international and exotic.
Here's a recap of the recipe...
1. In an 8" x 8" buttered casserole dish, alternately layer 2 cups thinly sliced potatoes and 1 1/2 cups cubed or sliced bologna with a flour mixture (6 TB flour, 1/4 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp pepper).
2. Dot with 3 TB bacon fat (according to the recipe) OR 2 TB butter (what we did).
3. Pour 2 cups milk over contents of casserole dish.
4. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 1 hour.
Yes, this recipe serves to further reinforce my opinion that most rationing recipes can be
reduced to "Random Ingredient in White Sauce."
How did it taste? Well, it tasted like a basic scalloped dish but, I have to admit, it wasn't nearly as satisfying with the bologna as it would have been with the ham. Eowyn, in true form, asked for extra helpings of the potatoes but didn't want to eat more than the obligatory bite of the bologna. Sissy ate the bologna but didn't want to eat more than the obligatory bite of potato. I tell you, it's like Jack Sprat and his wife with those two.
An attempt to get Sissy to admit the dinner wasn't too bad didn't go quite as intended. When asked if the dinner was a thumbs up or down she replied with an even shake of the fist.
TMOTH asked her where, on a scale of 1 to 10, the meal placed.
"On a scale from one to ten," she clarified, "It's a zero."
Oh, and apparently it's Irish, according to "O'" and misspelled Italian locale in the title. This makes it international and exotic.
Here's a recap of the recipe...
1. In an 8" x 8" buttered casserole dish, alternately layer 2 cups thinly sliced potatoes and 1 1/2 cups cubed or sliced bologna with a flour mixture (6 TB flour, 1/4 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp pepper).
2. Dot with 3 TB bacon fat (according to the recipe) OR 2 TB butter (what we did).
3. Pour 2 cups milk over contents of casserole dish.
4. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 1 hour.
Yes, this recipe serves to further reinforce my opinion that most rationing recipes can be
How did it taste? Well, it tasted like a basic scalloped dish but, I have to admit, it wasn't nearly as satisfying with the bologna as it would have been with the ham. Eowyn, in true form, asked for extra helpings of the potatoes but didn't want to eat more than the obligatory bite of the bologna. Sissy ate the bologna but didn't want to eat more than the obligatory bite of potato. I tell you, it's like Jack Sprat and his wife with those two.
An attempt to get Sissy to admit the dinner wasn't too bad didn't go quite as intended. When asked if the dinner was a thumbs up or down she replied with an even shake of the fist.
TMOTH asked her where, on a scale of 1 to 10, the meal placed.
"On a scale from one to ten," she clarified, "It's a zero."
"Really?" TMOTH questioned. "This is really a zero? I thought zero would be like eating cold dog poop. This is like eating cold dog poop?"
There were chuckles, but Sissy never did fully answer the question.
Maybe we should have her try beans in a white sauce...I wonder how that would rate?
Maybe we should have her try beans in a white sauce...I wonder how that would rate?
--Rational Mama
Friday, July 16, 2010
Six Month Mileage Update (by TMOTH)
I have missed my half way update and was hoping to do some major catching up but to finish all the ideas I have jostling for position in my brain would probably make me more than just a little bit past deadline. So how about we just stick with a single topic for now?We haven’t talked much about how the gasoline ration has affected our lifestyle and how we are doing with our goals. We don’t have long commutes and are centrally located so we get done what we need to within our established limits fairly easily. I began carpooling about a month before the project started - once the idea was in my head there was no reason to wait until rationing began. Initially, a co-worker who lives a little over a mile further from work than me picked me up and dropped me off on his way to and fro. This saved us about 42 miles a week and helped to fill up our reserves quickly. It also allowed for a few modest out of town trips without running out of fuel.
Then sometime around February this co-worker's car broke down and I started doing the driving. Since then we haven’t been saving the 42 miles but have actually been traveling an additional 15 miles each week to go get him in the morning and drop him off at the end of the day. I really am not bothered by the extra travel because in the grand scheme of things (ya know, reality), we are still keeping one vehicle off of the road so what does it really matter if our miles go up “on paper?"
Actually, for the past three weeks another friend/coworker nearby had a temporary schedule change and was on the same shift as myself and the above coworker and we actually did three cars worth of driving in one car. This past week the temporary car pool buddy drove. This turned out to be a great relief because…we are running short on miles!
The summer schedule of kids activities involves a lot more driving than just to school and back (which is only about 20 miles a week when we didn’t walk). The big hit to the mileage reserve has been swimming practice. This is the girls' first year on a summer swim team and they have practice four times a week. Tuesday and Thursday practices are actually pretty close - it’s the Monday and Wednesday morning practices at the Shawnee County North Aquatic Center that have been adding up. At 13 miles round trip, or 26 miles each week they account for over 10% of our weekly allotment of 193 miles.
Then there are the weekly swim meets, which alternate between home and away pools. The first two away meets were roughly 80 and 130 mile round-trips and required us to use a sizable portion of our mileage reserve. This past week the away meet was schedule in a town 176 miles round-trip from our house (thank you web-based map information). We checked our mileage reserve...enough but not by much. Then we checked the weather the afternoon of the meet - storms were expected an hour before the meet started with a lull just long enough to do some swimming and then followed by another wave of storms - that is IF the forecast was right on. I don’t know about where you live, but around here the storms don’t carry wristwatches.So we had finally reached another point where the Rational Living project had affected our daily decision making. So far during the project year the meager mileage surplus has caused us to delay travel to visit Rational Mama’s family (a 300 mile round-trip), but we're determined to visit them at the end of July and therefore are relying on those surplus miles being available. As a result we decided not to go to the meet.
If not for the rationing project we would have joined many others on the team who went the distance only to find… the storms came like clockwork allowing just enough time for a dandy swim meet. Oh well.
Did we make the right choice? Maybe 176 miles round trip is too far for little swimmers at our level of competition anyway.
How far would you go? How much environmental impact is justified for simply daily activities?
--TMOTH
Monday, June 28, 2010
Eowyn Hearts Pizza (and Heart)
Tonight we're having homemade pizza for dinner. Not just any homemade pizza, though - I'm making deep dish Chicago-style stuffed pizza!
I bought small amounts of Italian sausage and pepperoni (2 red points each) for me, TMOTH and Sissy. Eowyn normally likes hers vegetarian-style with either a straight cheese or cheese and olive combo.
When I was confirming what the girls wanted on their pizza, Eowyn asked, "Is there heart?"
I'm sure I gave her a good look because at first my mind didn't compute what she was asking. "Heart" and "pizza aren't normally in the same conversation...is she asking if the pizza will have heart - i.e. am I putting love in to it?
Oh, wait.
"Do you mean, is there leftover heart in the fridge?"
"Yes!" she replied, eager for the answer.
"Um, yeah. Do you want me to chop some of it up and put it in your pizza?"
"Yes, please." And off she went to play dolls with her sister.
This is very strange behavior from a girl who normally doesn't like beef - even when it's a standard (non-organ) cut. But she loves venison, so maybe the game-like qualities of the heart won her over.
Never in my life did I think I would be making a beef heart and olive pizza for my youngest.
Chalk it up to another rational experience!
--Rational Mama
I bought small amounts of Italian sausage and pepperoni (2 red points each) for me, TMOTH and Sissy. Eowyn normally likes hers vegetarian-style with either a straight cheese or cheese and olive combo.
When I was confirming what the girls wanted on their pizza, Eowyn asked, "Is there heart?"
I'm sure I gave her a good look because at first my mind didn't compute what she was asking. "Heart" and "pizza aren't normally in the same conversation...is she asking if the pizza will have heart - i.e. am I putting love in to it?
Oh, wait.
"Do you mean, is there leftover heart in the fridge?"
"Yes!" she replied, eager for the answer.
"Um, yeah. Do you want me to chop some of it up and put it in your pizza?"
"Yes, please." And off she went to play dolls with her sister.
This is very strange behavior from a girl who normally doesn't like beef - even when it's a standard (non-organ) cut. But she loves venison, so maybe the game-like qualities of the heart won her over.
Never in my life did I think I would be making a beef heart and olive pizza for my youngest.
Chalk it up to another rational experience!
--Rational Mama
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Mother's Day at the (Plant) Farm
Since the girls were little we've had a Mother's Day tradition of heading out to Henry's Plant Farm for an afternoon of flowers, vegetables and fresh country air. This year was no exception, even if the weather was overcast and cool and the trip took some of our surplus gasoline. It's always worth it.
There's so much to do and see at Henry's. When you first arrive you will most likely be greeted by one of the free-roaming peacocks, who will eye you suspiciously and decide if your vehicle would make a good perch. Then, it's off to the trails and gardens.
Henry's has wonderful garden paths to explore. The peacock might even follow you if he thinks you're up to no good.
And don't forget to stop at the pretty rock pond filled with Koi fish.


After the trails it's time to get your wagon! Of course, wagons are good for pulling sisters AND plants.
Then you can start visiting the hoop-houses, one by one. There's a hoop-house for sun-loving annuals.




And, of course, there's a kitty in there that you must pet.


And then look at more annuals.



There's a corn crib and cornstalk pony for the kids. But sometimes the corn attacks!
Which means Mommy must come to the rescue!
Then it's on to the vegetable and herb hoop house.
With such a large variety (including heirlooms) your empty wagon starts to look like this:



And there's still the shade-loving annuals to get to! You might even find something for the mister.
And once you've filled two wagons...
...you can go pet the goat and donkeys!


And if the donkey starts eating your shirt, the girls will come to your rescue.
Or not.
After you've paid (a very reasonable sum) and loaded up your purchases, don't forget to check out one more area...

The Whomping Willow and the pond beyond.


Which leads to the obligatory stick-throwing and pestering of the geese.
But then it's finally time to go home and leave the kitty and the flowers and the donkeys and the willow and the pond behind.
But you still get to take your memories.
--Rational Mama
There's so much to do and see at Henry's. When you first arrive you will most likely be greeted by one of the free-roaming peacocks, who will eye you suspiciously and decide if your vehicle would make a good perch. Then, it's off to the trails and gardens.
Then you can start visiting the hoop-houses, one by one. There's a hoop-house for sun-loving annuals.
And, of course, there's a kitty in there that you must pet.
And then look at more annuals.
Don't worry, kitty is still following you.
There's a corn crib and cornstalk pony for the kids. But sometimes the corn attacks!
Which means Mommy must come to the rescue!
And there's still the shade-loving annuals to get to! You might even find something for the mister.
And once you've filled two wagons...
And if the donkey starts eating your shirt, the girls will come to your rescue.
Or not.
After you've paid (a very reasonable sum) and loaded up your purchases, don't forget to check out one more area...
Which leads to the obligatory stick-throwing and pestering of the geese.
But then it's finally time to go home and leave the kitty and the flowers and the donkeys and the willow and the pond behind.
But you still get to take your memories.
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