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It’s beginning to TASTE a lot like Christmas!

We made Christmas cookies with Adam for the first time the other day.  Yummy, yummy!

Easy Christmas Cookies

I have a WONDERFUL recipe for roll out cookies, and the secret ingredient is sour cream.  But we go the easy route at our house a la Betty Crocker.

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The bottom of the package has instructions for roll-out cookies.  Just follow the rules and you're good to go! 

Easy Christmas cookies 

Roll, cut, and bake.
Tips:
I use one of my Grandma Ede’s old rolling pins.  It’s important not to wash these with soap, kind of like stoneware or cast iron.  The built up oils in the wood are good for it, or something like that.  I just use a dry paper towel to get all the dough chunks off of it.

And, did you know that you need to let your pans cool inbetween batches?  If you don’t the butter will melt too fast and make your cookies crispy.  I learned that in home ec in high school. We just rinse ours in cold water and dry them off.

easiest sugar cookies

We used Great Grandma Fern’s frosting recipe, which is really no longer a recipe.  It goes something like this:

melt a little butter (less than a T for a small bowl)
sploosh a little vanilla
add powerdered sugar and milk until you get to the desired consistency.

Easy, peasy.

frosting sugar cookies

Truth be told, Adam enjoyed the frosting the most.  Hubby enjoyed the raw dough, and I ate the cookies as fast as Adam frosted them.  Like I said, yummy, yummy!

Breaking News: Christmas Explosion

Christmas has exploded at my house.

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The destruction went as far as the kitchen

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and it is estimated that the damage will take a crew of 1 1/2 at least 3 days to repair.

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Stay tuned for updates on this developing story.

Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?

By Dr. Seuss

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When you think things are bad,

when you feel sour and blue

when you start to get mad…

you should do what I do!

 

Just tell yourself, Duckie,

you’re really quite lucky!

Some people are much more…

oh, ever so much more…

oh, muchly, much-much more

unlucky than you!

…

It’s a troublesome world.  All the people who’re in it

are troubled with troubles almost every minute.

You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,

for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not!

…

Thank goodness for all of the things you are not!

Thank goodness you’re not something someone forgot,

and left all alone in some punkerish place

like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

 

That’s why I say, “Duckie!

Don’t grumble!  Don’t Stew!

Some critters are much-much,

oh, ever so much-much,

so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!”

 

 

Adam wanted to read this book the other night, and as I read through Dr. Seuss’s silly examples of how life could be so much tougher, I thought it was a very timely book.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Multitasking – Buy quality toys for Christmas AND help a mommy in need

Hey everyone,

Remember how I had an insurance “nightmare” last week?  This makes my situation look more like a lovely daydream.

I just found out about this woman, Jennic.  She is a mom of a 5 and 7 year old, and entrepreneur who owns a toy store in Des Moines, Iowa.  Ten years ago, she had (and beat!) Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  However, she is still virtually uninsurable because the cancer is considered a preexisting condition.

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(Photo from www.dmregister.com)

In August, she had to have an emergency appendectomy, which has left her with $27,000 in medical bills.  She has set up a blog where you can donate to help, but there will also be an auction featuring mostly children’s toys from Dec. 1 to Dec. 7.

If you would like to help Jennic and her family, visit her at her blog Fighting the System, check out the Auction or maybe just consider purchasing your Christmas gifts from her online store – Kangarooboo

 

So go ahead – get your gifts AND help out someone in need this holiday season!

 

Katie

Turkey Tuesday – Where’s your turkey coming from this Thanksgiving?

This is a post that was originally posted at 3 Kids and Lots of Pigs last Friday.

 

Fill in the blank.

Potatoes are from Idaho, cheese is from Wisconsin, oranges are from Florida, and turkey comes from _________.

Anybody?  (crickets…)

Minnesota is the top turkey growing state in the US, but directly south, here in Iowa, we have a large group of turkey farmers, as well.  However, this was news to me when I met my husband back in 2002.  He grew up on a turkey farm 10 miles from me, and I didn’t even know turkeys were grown in Iowa until I met him.

Now, I am wife to a 3rd generation turkey farmer and mom to the 4th generation. 

 

Just in time for Thanksgiving, Heather asked me to write a guest post about our farm.  I decided to cover just the basics, since few people know very much about raising turkeys.

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Twenty thousand (20,000) male baby turkeys (poults) come to us when they are 1 day old.  We unload them into a big, toasty, 90 degree barn called the “brooder.”  They live there until they are about 5 weeks old.  Inside the barn, there are automated feeders and waterers, which are triggered by the turkeys, so they have unlimited access to these.  The temperature in the barn is controlled by a thermostat, and there are vents that open and close automatically to help adjust it if needed.  The turkeys are not in cages – instead they are on sawdust bedding from a local sawmill.  For the first two weeks, chores take a few hours each morning, because of the supplemental feeders and waterers that we fill by hand.  We also chore the poults at night, but this is usually a quick walk through to make sure all equipment is running smoothly and that the turkeys seem comfortable.

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Around 5 weeks of age, we move the turkeys to one of our two finisher sites.  (This is what I did all day yesterday.)  The finisher sites have two 528 foot buildings, so the turkeys have plenty of room to spread out as they grow.  These barns also have automated feeders and waterers and again, the temperature is controlled for the turkeys’ comfort.  Our finishers are tunnel ventilated, meaning that there are huge fans at one end that suck air through, creating up to a 10 mph breeze in the barns when necessary. (Most livestock barns have curtains instead and rely on the natural breezes to cool animals.) We also have misters that cool the birds in the summer.

 

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The west finishers are on the left, the brooder in the middle, and the east finishers are on the right.  Our 100 year old farmhouse is near the brooder, closer to the gravel road.  The trees are surrounding Squaw Creek.

 

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The turkeys stay in the finishers until they are ready for market at 19 1/2 weeks.  Until then, my husband chores them twice a day, walking through to check equipment, pick up dead, and look for any signs of distress or disease.  At the time they go to market, they average about 41 pounds.  These are not your Thanksgiving birds!  Our birds are processed for lunch meat and ground meat.  In fact, the processing plant we use supplies turkey to all the Subways west of the Mississippi River!

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In the meantime, we would have already started a new flock in the brooder.  At 5 weeks, they would move to the OTHER finisher site.  In between flocks, there is about 4 weeks to clean and disinfect, and that is actually the busiest time for us.  So, every 9 weeks, we get a new flock of 20,000, and there is no break in between!  We raise almost 6 flocks, or 120,000 turkeys, in one year!

If you want to know more about turkey farming, learn about the remodel of our 100 year old farmhouse, or just stop by to say hi, I’d love for you to become a follower!

All’s Well that Ends Well?

My insurance crisis is over.  But apparently hubby had a turkey crisis today, too.  Some piece of machinery malfunctioned and there are several tons of feed in a mountain on the floor in one of the buildings.  He’s a little stressed about it because tomorrow he has to figure out how to clean it up and fix whatever it was that broke. (He’s not quite sure what happened because parts of the feed thingy are under the mountain of feed.)

Now, back to my insurance…

Last year, working full time, the school paid my entire premium.  This year, working 1/2 time, the school pays half.  I am responsible for the other half.

Last spring, they asked if I was planning to stay on school insurance and pay my half (about $300/month) or go onto different insurance.  Bart and Adam are both on private insurance, but after researching and finding out that my coverage would cost about the same either way, I decided to stay on the school’s plan for consistency.  But maybe I didn’t tell the school this?

Because they thought I was going off the school plan and canceled my insurance when my part time contract started in August.  So I was covered for August and September, but as of Oct. 1, I had no insurance, and I just found out today, after getting a $500 bill for my ultrasound and asking about it.

Happily, they were able to add me again, dating back to 10/1.  I didn’t notice that they weren’t deducting my premium because my paycheck went down so much anyway, and I foolishly didn’t look at it very closely, so I now owe 4 months of premium.  So that kind of stinks.  But it’s better than paying for a baby out of pocket!

 

Now, hopefully I’ll have a good update on the turkey feed mountain tomorrow.

Some good news and some bad news...

Good news...

I'm subbing for the Home Ec teacher today.  The Foods class (3 senior boys) made fudge desserts yesterday.  The lesson plan said "evaluate yesterday's lab and clean up kitchens."  So we ate fudge.  Which was great because...

Bad news...

A bit of miscommunication means that my health insurance was canceled.  So I am pregnant, without heath insurance.


Can I have more hot fudge now?