Ginger Ale Experiment

[aggienaut]

   Sunday afternoon I embarked on an experiment in making home-made ginger-ale. It involved putting sugar, diced ginger, lemon juice, yeast and water in a jug and letting it sit for "two to three days." Fortunately we had all the ingediants on hand (including home grown lemons), and used my 2 liter Stone Brewery growler for the jug. In "two to three days" we'll find out if it worked.

   Also on Sunday afternoon I sat outside reading this book I bought while waiting for the Peace Corps meeting to start the day before (it was in a Borders) -- The Norse Myths by Kevin Crossley-Holland. I like it because it appears to be a relatively straightforward retelling of them which only departs from Snorri Sturluson's works (considered the most definitive) when other versions of the saga have a better version of the segment or Snorri's version clearly doesn't make sense. And there are ample end-notes explaining such things.
   And it was quite pleasant out in the evening. Temperature was perfect. Chicken kept trying to peck my toes though.

   Also on the subject of the chicken, I think she's decided its her goal in life to try to sneak into the house. If the door is EVER left open even a crack she turns her attention to trying to get in. Usually she does this by what appears to be a comically bad attempt at being sneaky -- she walks towards the door in a kind of meandering zig-zag as if she's not actually heading towards it. Occasionally she stops for a moment or two as if that will make us lose interest in watching her.
   Occasionally she's made it in and we suddenly realize "hey.. where's the chicken?!" Our big fear about this is that of course chickens have no bowel control and.. yeah. Though she hasn't done THAT in the house yet once we found her eating the catfood -- while the cat fearfully looking on from a few feet away.

Comments

[furzicle.livejournal.com]

Minor correction:
Actually, she HAS done THAT in the house.
Fortunately we have EZ-clean floors.

So when one of my third grade students claims he takes a chicken to bed with him occasionally, I say, "I don't think so."

[ashael.livejournal.com]

Awww, Chickin.

[pavel-lishin.livejournal.com]

Whoa, you have a chicken now?

When the world collapses, can I come live in your crazy ginger-ale-and-chicken commune? I can bring beans and rice. Lots of beans and rice.

[furzicle.livejournal.com]

And the chickens eat the throw aways.
Total recycling! (Because then we eat the eggs!)

[hereticxxii.livejournal.com]

I think your cat needs to grow some balls

[furzicle.livejournal.com]

We have a long history of confused animals in our household. There was the time we had a huge, hairy, Lassie collie who was afraid of the cat who was afraid of the pet rat and was also stalked by the rabbit who thought the cat looked like a potential Mrs. Rabbit.

Right now we are home to the cat who sets the International standard for skittishness. She's a she, so don't expect those male appendages any time soon.

She's also a little odd-- she follows me around like a golden retriever but won't ever sit in anyone's lap, including mine.