Lesson 1345 – Day 6 – Tiny house, big flock – Getting ready for Santa

Day 6

Even though the family needs to keep to a healthy diet, it *is*a time of celebration and it just wouldn’t be Christmas if Mama hen doesn’t make her famous vanilla pound cake (made with plenty of backyard fresh eggs.)

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Find the puppy.

 

 

Sorry-for-the Noise-Have-Some Pound Cake

When we decided to get chickens we weren’t prepared for the amount of eggs and night noise that chickens (more specifically roosters) can make.

This holiday season we made this rich buttery pound cake for our neighbors which used up a lot of the eggs and bought us a little bit of good will from some very tired people who have put up with a lot

1 pound of butter, softened (not melted)
3 cups of sugar
6 eggs (the fresher the better)
4 cups unbleached white flour
1 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla (or almond) extract
2 teaspoons baking powder

Preheat the oven to 350.

Butter and flour a 10-inch Bundt pan and set aside
Cream the butter and sugar. Beat in the eggs. Add two cups of flour and beat well. Mix in the milk and extract. Combine the baking powder and the remaining 2 cups of flour and then add to the batter. Beat well.

Pour the batter into the Bundt pan. Bake about 1 hour, until the cake pulls away from the sides of the pan and a knife inserted comes out clean.

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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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One response to “Lesson 1345 – Day 6 – Tiny house, big flock – Getting ready for Santa

  1. We are down to two hens. One is 500 years old in chicken years and the other is 400 years old in chicken years. My wife has decided that she is tired of hens dying on her, so after they expire she is going to get a dog. (She was always a cat person then a chicken person, so she is getting weird on me after 50 years of marriage, which we will celebrate in Edmonds, WA tomorrow. Unless we kill each other. When I was a high school teacher one of my students a year or two after graduation killed her husband; that is why the spouse is always the first suspect in a homicide case involving a couple. I want to get a Siberian cat. I won’t be able to afford one. They are said to be rather dog like, and it would be fun watching the dog and the cat compete for head of the flock, but while not broke we can’t afford both probably. Although married for 50 years, mostly I do better with short-term (non amorous relationships) so I keep changing my volunteer activities (retired at 65 and now 71). I have been volunteering with a group that works with juvenile delinquents on Whidbey Island. As I taught at the 2nd most dangerous high school in WA and have had lots of other adventures with crime and dangerous people — not something I sought out — just in the wrong place but somehow survived — even though in 1956 (I was 12, living near CA Disneyland) my 19 year old aunt Arlene (student at UCLA) was murdered in her apartment. At 71, I have come to the conclusion (as the 2nd most fanatical atheist in the United States) that the universe is entirely random and makes no sense whatsoever.

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