A View From the Kitchen Window

It's important to have a view from the kitchen window.  A lot of time is spent there.  Although we have a dishwasher, we haven't used it in years and hand wash and dry dishes and pots and pans and spoons and forks.  As we look out, we can see when honey or egg or milk customers drive up.  We watch the squirrels run and jump across the limbs in the live oak trees.  We saw the new swarm move into the column.

A few weeks ago we saw lots of activity in the cleyera shrub that is only 3 feet from the window.  It was a momma cardinal, and she was hard at work.  We spied on her as she carried twigs and straw and constructed a nest right in the crook of the shrub.

She was on a mission and seemed not to mind that she was being scrutinized in her construction project.  When she had it complete, she seemed satisfied and rested.  It felt like home.  Comfortable.  Safe.

Each day the momma cardinal would fly off briefly to find something to eat and then she'd come back and sit on her nest.  While male cardinals are dressed in bright red, the females are a light grey-ish red.  They aren't flashy at all - except for their beaks!  That beak stands out like a sore thumb.

One morning as the momma cardinal flew away for her morning coffee (black, no sugar added), I snuck outside and took a peek inside her nest to see what she was sitting on.

Three little eggs!  It reminds me of the "Robin Egg" candies that are so popular at Easter time.  Faithfully, everyday, rain or shine, the momma sat on her nest.  She had nothing to read, no cell phone to scroll on, yet she was focused on her job.  You know what?  She got the job done.  One morning we looked out and saw this!:

That's some ugly little birds right there!  At the slightest noise or movement, the heads pop up and mouths open wide.  And the mother bird was right there, bringing the babies what looked to be bugs and worms to eat.  

But it wasn't just the mother.  The father, dressed to the nines in his spiffy red suit showed up.  I thought he wanted to just inspect his offspring.

But it was more than that.  The father was bringing food, too!  He was leaning over feeding his babies.  Both the mother and father were taking part in the nurturing of the babies.  No absenteeism, but true teamwork in this home.  It was a touching thing to watch.  I wonder if humans could rediscover this virtue?  But I digress...

In what seemed like no time at all, the babies grew and grew until they had outgrown the nest!  Little feathers now covered their wings.  The once ugly, nude little creatures were now beginning to look like birds.

And then the time came for them to leave the nest.  Be safe, little birds.  Ginger, our cat, is a skilled hunter.  Fly high and out of the grasp of Ginger.  Oh, an empty nest.  It's quiet for sure, even in a human family.  Tricia and I can vouch for that.

The Flow Is ON!

For about the first five decades of my life, I loathed Chinese Tallow Trees.  We also call them Chicken Trees.  Why did I hate them?  Because they are truly an invasive species.  If not kept in check, they will turn a lovely pasture into a scrub brush forest before your very eyes.  They encroach on the borders and outside levees of rice fields, suddenly turning a 50 acre field into a 47 acre field.  Birds eat their seeds and then sit on fence rows.  As a result of the bird poop propagation, Chinese tallow trees sprout up along these fence rows and before you know it, they've grown through the fence.  These trees require constant clearing, hauling, and burning - non-stop labor.  I wished we could eradicate them, make them as extinct as the dodo bird.

But then something changed.  When we began beekeeping, my intense hatred for the Chicken tree evolved into vehement dislike.  This spring I actually dug up two chicken tree seedlings growing in our flower beds and replanted them along the fence row bordering our neighbors in the back.  Tricia could not believe it.  Had someone abducted her husband and replaced him with an imposter?

As it turns out, the Chinese tallow tree is the primary producer of nectar in our area.  It makes fantastic honey!  The honeybees just love it.  Each year at this time, the tallow trees tassel and flower.  The bees are on it like white on rice and bring loads of nectar back to the hives.  When I walked out to the bee boxes today there was SO much activity!  Here is a shot of the Chinese tallow trees in bloom:

The flow is on!  I wanted to see if the honeybees had found it yet.  Within seconds, my question was answered.  Bees were all over the place, moving from one flower to the next.  They were moving so fast, it was hard to get a photo:

Now that the flow is on, we'll have to be diligent in making sure that we're adding honey supers on top so that the bees don't run out of room.  That means we'll be donning the bee suits once a week, opening up the boxes and checking to see if we need to add supers on top.  We have a little over a month until we're extracting honey.  Hopefully, we'll have another good honey harvest.  We're a land flowing with milk AND honey afterall.

Taking Care of Business

One of the things that I pray for each morning is something that I used to not pray for - that's to be a good steward of what God's given me.  Am I taking care of my family and putting them first, showing them the love they deserve?  Am I taking care of the animals that depend on me for their well-being?  Am I properly caring for the assets and belongings He's given me charge of?  See, it all belongs to Him.  I'm just the caretaker.  If I neglect things or don't maintain them, then I am not being a faithful servant.  I'm trying to do better in that regard, so of course, I have a list of things to catch up on that have slipped.

Back in 2017 our chimney sweep passed away from cancer.  Since we live in the deep south, there's not a chimney sweep in every town.  In fact, I've struggled to find one.  It's embarrassing to say that it's probably approaching 10 years since we've had our chimney swept.  To make matters worse, we use our fireplace a lot in the winter instead of expensive electric heat.  We never installed a gas jet to get the logs started and instead use "lighter pine" (you might call it heart pine or pine knots) to start the fires.  Pine sends thick black smoke and soot up the flue.  I imagine that causes quite a build-up.  I needed to get this taken care of as it could result in a fire hazard.

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This past week I called and was able to find a chimney sweep about an hour away from us who agreed to arrive the next morning at 8AM.  He knew of our sweep that had died and told me that now that Ed is gone, he's the only chimney sweep left anywhere in the vicinity.  Two guys arrived.  No, it was not Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppins.  They did not get up on top of the roof and sing "Chim-Chiminey, Chim-Chiminey, Chim-Chim, Cher-ee" and dance.  Instead, they got to work setting out drop cloths to protect the interior of the house and worked sections of a 30 foot telescoping pole with brushes up into the chimney, scrubbing and cleaning.  LOTS of material fell down the chimney!

They scooped and vacuumed.  It took about 90 minutes.  In their inspection, they found some cracks in the firebrick that they patched for an additional sum of money.  Here is the tub of material they removed from the inside of our chimney, telling Tricia that this is the amount of material that they would expect to remove from THREE houses!  He recommended once a year chimney sweeping to be done.

In the end, the price tag for the chimney sweep work was $295 with and additional $50 to patch the cracks in the firebrick.  It was good to get that job done!

New Life on the Farm

We had just finished discussing the Parable of the Sheep and the Goats in our Sunday School lesson.  It's a familiar teaching of Jesus in Matthew that explains the final judgment in which the sheep will be separated from the goats.  For those not familiar, the sheep are the righteous who will be blessed and the goats are the wicked who will be damned.  If you have kept goats, you might understand why the goats are the "bad guys" in the parable.  They are always getting into trouble.  In fact, we have one goat that we nicknamed 'Devil Goat' because she is so mischievous - wicked, you might say.

But goats have a loveable side, too.  We've been really watching Callie closely these past days.  We don't have to look hard to find her.  You see, Callie has a loud voice.  She's always bleating, letting us know that she has a grievance of some sort.  She's been pregnant and her bags have gotten so huge.  We were expecting her to kid every day now for about two weeks.  We'd leave her in the barn and then  hurriedly go check on her each morning at 6AM... but no baby!  We even began to wonder if there could be such thing as a false pregnancy?

But then one morning, we saw a large mucous discharge, followed by little feet poking out!  Callie's finally in labor.

Suddenly, plop!  And a baby is on the ground.  Tricia cleared away mucous from the kid's face so as not to inhibit breathing.  Callie went to work licking her baby to get it all cleaned up.  I got in the middle of things, lifted a leg to determine the sex of the baby.  It's a little buckling.

Callie has these strange markings on her face.  She's mostly black, but her face is a wild, unscripted, hodge podge of black, brown and white markings - almost like a puzzle.

Like they say, "The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree."  Callie passed her "busy" face on to her little boy.  Take a look at this:

It's so confusing, you can't even tell where his eyes are!  One thing that's not confusing is the fact that we need to ensure that the little dude gets some colostrum in his belly.  Tricia positioned the little fellow beneath Callie's huge teat, squeezed some colostrum into his mouth, and the sucking reflex by the little guy instinctually began.

The next morning, he had colostrum poop all over his backside, giving us evidence that he got the good stuff inside him, giving him the best shot at a healthy beginning of life on Our Maker's Acres Family Farm.

Another Use for a Beet Bumper Crop

We planted three varieties of beets this past fall: Detroit Red, Bull's Blood and Chioggia.  Chioggia is an Italian beet that is white with red stripes and resembles a starlight mint when cut.  We had such a bountiful harvest this year, we don't know what to do with them all.  We've given some away.  We've eaten roasted beets on the regular now for months.  We have a bunch of pickled beets in pint jars in the pantry.  I had a work colleague about 10 years ago who was a missionary in Ukraine, and she shared a recipe with us for Borscht that she got when over there.  That's a good use for beets, too.  

Meet the beets.  The one on your left is the Detroit Red beet and the one on the right is the Chioggia.  The bull's blood beet was unavailable for the photo shoot.

With the main ingredients waiting in the wings, let's get started with today's novel way to use up a bumper crop of beets.  We haven't made this in a few years.  We're making Beet Kvass.  This beverage originated in what is now modern-day Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus.  We're using a recipe from the Nourishing Traditions Cookbook by Sally Fallon.

So what is beet kvass, you might ask?  It is a healthy tonic that is fermented.  It helps the liver to detoxify your blood.  It is packed with probiotics and aids in your body's digestive process.  So let's make a batch!  It's easy like Sunday morning.

First get three good sized beets and cut them up into chunks.  Put them in a half-gallon Mason jar.  Pour a quarter cup of whey over the beets in the jar.  Add one tablespoon of sea salt to the jar.  Finally, fill the jar with filtered water and stir thoroughly.  Cover the jar and sit at room temperature for 2 days and then place in the refrigerator.

This is what our beet kvass looks like.  It is not as red in coloration as prior batches have been because we used a chioggia beet along with the red beets to make it, but it still has a nice red hue to it.  

I poured myself the first glass this afternoon.  Good stuff!  You're supposed to have 4 ounces of this each day.

Another good way to make use of a great beet harvest.  But wait!  I just thought of another that we haven't thought about yet this year: Making Red Velvet Cake with beets!  That's next on the agenda.

Oh Say Can You See?

In 2003 the country group Lonestar released a song called "From my front porch looking in."  It's a song in which the singer recalls seeing beauty all over the world, from stunning sights in nature or the sunsets "painted by the hand of God."  In his travels, however, he sings that he can't wait to get back home to the best sights - his wife and kids.  He says the best view he knows of is from his front porch looking in.

It's a nice song for sure.  So many times we get enamored by spectacular views around us.  Other times we are so caught up with the busy-ness of life, we miss or don't appreciate sights all around us.  The other day Tricia and I were walking down the road that runs in front of our house and intersects with Louisiana Hwy 26.  Our neighbor has a beautiful piece of property.  I think it is a section of land including his homesite, a white fence with three gorgeous horses grazing.  Behind it is a pond surrounded by cypress trees.  Behind that are acres and acres of rice fields and crawfish ponds.  

To me, it's right out of a picture book showing the appeal of pastoral living.  We like to walk up to the fence and pull clover to feed the horses.

Even at night the view over that landscape is nice.  I tried to capture the full moon rising over the land, but the result was less than stellar.  It looks like I took the photo with a potato instead of a camera.

I'm always looking for scenery that catches my eye.  Maybe it's something that brings back some nostalgic image to my remembrance.  Maybe it's something that is beautiful or funny.  Take for instance the photo below taken from our fire pit/BBQ area looking from the backyard to the pasture.  I'm busy barbecuing some burgers and a pecan-wood smoke is wafting up and out.  And there stands Elsie looking intently at me from the pasture.  I don't want to put words in her mouth or thoughts in her small mind, but I don't think she was too happy with me!

So what do you see around your neck of the woods?  What scenery or simple beauty catches your eye?  What's your favorite sight?

Like Peas & Carrots, Like Peanut Butter & Jelly

Some things just go together.  It's as if they were made to accompany one another.  We like to plant things that pair up on the plate.  Most of the time it is hard to get the seasons aligned.  One example is Pico de Gallo.  Pico de Gallo begins with tomatoes.  It's definitely a warm weather crop.  Then onions and peppers.  We can grow those and store them.  Lime juice.  But then there's cilantro.  We grow tons of cilantro.  One problem:  It is a cooler weather crop.  By the time the tomatoes are coming in, the cilantro has all bolted and gone to seed and become coriander!  We just can't get it all together for Pico.

But there are other things that work!  A couple of days ago, I pulled the digging forks off the wall in the garage and marched out to the garden in the side yard where the potatoes were showing signs of dying back and letting me know it was time to dig them.  Last week we got around 5 inches of rain total, and I was worried that if I didn't get them out of the ground, they would begin to rot.  I did some digging and put right at 30 pounds of Irish potatoes (LaSoda variety) in the basket.  Not a great harvest, but it will suffice.

Right at the same time, I was on my third picking of snap beans - Contender and Blue Lake Bush varieties.  Picking beans is a back breaking job.  Note to self: Next year plant the rows farther apart so that I can roll my bench on wheels down the row when harvesting.  We've gotten several big baskets of beans picked so far, with more coming until the hot weather shuts them down.

If you are thinking like I'm thinking, we have a dynamic duo right there.  Fresh snap beans, new potatoes and butter.  Is there a better combination?  I think not.  Okay, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate may give them a run for their money.

In regards to combinations, we've another for consideration: Bacon-wrapped green beans!  This is a crowd pleaser.  Unfortunately, we didn't raise the pig that donated the bacon.

3 lbs green beans
24 slices bacon
4 TBS extra virgin olive oil
3 teaspoons garlic salt
1/2 cup brown sugar (we mixed regular sugar and molasses)
2 TBS finely chopped rosemary

Get your oven warmed up to 400F.  Bake your bacon for 10 minutes.  Boil water and blanch beans for 1 minute and quickly cool down in ice water.  Put the cooled beans in a big bowl and combine your garlic salt and olive oil, mixing it up good.

Lay out your strips of bacon and roll 10 beans in a strip of bacon and secure with a toothpick.  Meanwhile mix your brown sugar and rosemary and put a teaspoon on each green bean bundle.  Bake for 20 minutes.  Enjoy!

One of the Sweetest Things in the Garden

Sugar Snap Peas!  I would say that they are #3 on the list of sweetest things in the garden.  Sugar cane definitely holds the top spot, followed closely by sugar beets, but sugar snap peas are wonderful.  We like to stir fry them with fried rice, but also like them raw.  They trellis up nicely on the trellis we use for cucumbers.  The added bonus they bring to the table are the beautiful blooms!

They vine up the trellis, clinging to it with tendrils that wrap around and hold on for dear life.  The peas load up with pods.  You must be judicious in picking them, for if you wait too long, the peas get overripe and become tough.  The size in the photo below are perfect for how we harvest them.

I generally make a couple of passes on both sides of the trellis to make sure I get them all.  It takes a second look because sometimes some of the pods can be hidden and you'll miss them only to find them a day or two later and have to feed them to the chickens or goats as by that time they'll be too tough for human consumption.

For the ones that I pick, I'll wash them up and then 'string' them, pinching off each end and pulling the string that lines each side of the pea pod.  Then they're ready to cook!

The sad thing about sugar snap peas is that they don't tolerate the heat.  As soon as the days get into the 80's, they quickly start dying off.  That's too bad.  No more sugar snap peas until fall.  But I'll use their space on the trellis for growing Black-eyed snap beans on.  We'll likely be planting those tomorrow!

The Masked Bandit

We've always felt relatively safe living out in the country.  It's a slower pace, away from the hustle and bustle of commerce.  Twenty five years ago it was even more rural, but now more and more people have moved out to the country which has increased traffic.  It's not quite as quiet as it used to be.  We know all of our neighbors and keep an eye on things for each other.  It's an informal neighborhood watch you might say.

Crime, apart from a few very rare events over the past two and a half decades, has been virtually non-existent.  That doesn't mean that we don't keep our guard up and remain vigilant.  In fact, just yesterday afternoon, I caught a masked bandit in our back yard.  He was lurking around by our BBQ pit and swing area looking for something to steal.  I quickly apprehended him securely and notified the authorities.

I may be embellishing the story a bit, so let me rephrase.  I caught a baby raccoon yesterday afternoon.  It was all by himself.  I'm thinking he may have fallen out of a tree.  He was a cute little fellow, and I picked him up and brought him into the kitchen to show Tricia.  

Tricia's response: "Kyle!  That is a wild animal.  Get him out of my kitchen right now!  He's probably carrying rabies."  

Kyle's response: "I thought you might want to bottle feed him?"

Tricia was not amenable to this proposal.  I took the little guy back outside and put him where I found him.  I've found from experience in the past with cottontail rabbits and other wild creatures, that it is best to leave them in the wild.

Besides, Tricia reminded me, raccoons kill chickens.  They are #2 on the list behind dogs, of the most prolific killers of chickens.  After our experience with mink, we don't need yet another predator massacring our flock.  Why would we raise an orphan wild animal only to have to end up killing him for doing what raccoons do?  I put him right back outside where I found him.

We will not allow masked bandits around our home - not the two-legged kind, nor the four-legged.  Wouldn't you know it, this morning he was gone.  I hope he moves a long way away...

A Recycled Foundation

My son Russ lives in a neighboring town.  He had a sidewalk leading from his front door to the street that was cracking due to an oak tree in the yard.  The insurance company warned that a cracked sidewalk was a liability issue, so the sidewalk had to come up.  Russ rented a saw from a rental place in Lake Charles and in half a day we had the entire sidewalk chopped up and hauled to the back of his house.  He filled in where the sidewalk was with topsoil and the St. Augustine grass is quickly filling it in.  Russ attempted to get the town to take the big pieces of concrete to stop erosion in canals or ditches in the area, but they were not interested.  So, what are we going to do?

We poured a little sidewalk linking his old sidewalk to the driveway

I went one afternoon before it got too hot and, using a sledgehammer, I cracked the old pieces of sidewalk into pieces that would be manageable to handle.  The old sidewalk was at least four inches think.  After propping the pieces up on another chunk of concrete, I was able to crack them up pretty easily.

With our recent goat barn renovation, I had a brainstorm.  The goat barn sits in a low area.  We didn't think things through when we built the barn there.  Over the years we've hauled loads of dirt to build up the area.  Unfortunately, the goat barn area was never built up - until this week!  I moved several loads of clay into the barn and leveled it out.  Then we moved several loads of the old sidewalk ten miles east and north to our place.  I arranged them on top of the clay as best as I could so that the pieces fit as close together as I could get them.

The problem with that is the cracks between the sidewalk chunks.  What to do?!  Then we remembered that our neighbor had given us 20 bags of sand that he no longer needed.  I poured the sand in the cracks and let the animals walk on it.  As they walked and the concrete moved, the sand settled.  I added more.  This time the concrete is more firm.  I'll need a few more pieces of the sidewalk to be put in place and then sand poured in the cracks.  Then I'll spray it with water to really set in in good.

This 'recycled foundation' lifted the level of the floor by about five inches, ensuring that the goats will be high and dry.  An added bonus is the concrete will help the condition of their hooves.  They'll be on a firm foundation.  When the town refused Russ' concrete, he made two loads to the landfill to dump the old sidewalk.  I'm glad we were able to get the rest of it!  Always nice to recycle something that's no longer useful into something that is useable and an upgrade.

Searching for Accuracy

We like to sit around and ask 'Ice breaker' questions.  It's good for conversation and to exercise a rusty brain.  We went around the table this time answering the question, "If you could improve a hobby that you have, what would it be?"  Tricia's answer was sewing.  She sews pretty good but would like to improve her skills.  As I thought about mine, I answered, "Woodworking."  I've no problem building things.  Things that I build are functional.  They just aren't pretty!  Most of the time I'm building things at the barn or the garden or something for the animals or the bees.  Animals and to a lesser extent, bees, aren't picky about things being cut square.

I have a disability and that is math.  The reason I can't cut things square is because my math skills are severely... lacking.  I'm fine cutting 1/2 inch increments or even 1/4 inch increments.  For some reason, once I get to 1/8 or certainly 1/16, I lose the ability to accurately cut.  I generally just say, "Ah, it's close enough."  As a result, things aren't square and they aren't pretty.  It bothers me, though, because things need to be accurate and not only in woodworking.

Each year for the last decade and a half or so, we've chart rainfall.  I've used the old rain gauge shown below mounted (crookedly) to a post in the garden.  Years in the sun and weather have aged the old rain gauge, much like our human bodies.  It's yellowed and is hard to read.

I began searching for a new one and found one.  It was advertised as being 'accurate.'  Sounds like what I was after, so I ordered it and installed it before a decent-sized rainfall last week.  See how clean and easy to read the new one is?:

As an experiment, I left them both up.  The old rain gauge measured 2.65 inches.  The new one measured 2.9 inches.  If the new one is indeed more accurate, and I think it is, over the course of a year, my rain measurement has been lower than it actually is - not by much, but over a year, it is significantly off.  It's high time we correct that.  Maybe one day, I'll be able to improve the accuracy of my rudimentary woodworking skills, but that's not going to be as simple as solving the rain gauge accuracy issue!

A Day to Honor Mothers

 

Top: (Brooks, Graham, Dad, Mom, Kristian, me, Russ, Tricia, Benjamin)
Bottom: (Hayes, Hannah, Jessie, Jenny, Landry, Carson)

A short post today, after a long, happy day spent with family to honor, serve and love the moms in our lives.  We sat around the table and visited and laughed and remembered and planned and, oh yeah, we ate!  We circled up, held hands and prayed before eating, asking blessings on the food we were about to eat and the time we were to spend with one another.  But first, I'll rewind about two hours earlier to the sermon at our little church.  The text was 1 Samuel that introduces us to a woman named Hannah.  Hannah was in an unfortunate situation.  You see, Hannah was married, but there was another woman in the picture.  She shared her husband with another woman.  If that wasn't a hard enough situation, it was made doubly worse because the Lord had closed Hannah's womb - she couldn't have children and she desperately wanted a son.  Her adversary, the other woman, would tease her and make fun of her because Hannah was barren.  You might think that Hannah would grow bitter, but you'd be wrong.

Hannah prayed and prayed, pleading with the Lord to give her a son.  She made a vow that if God answered her prayer, she would give her son back to God.  God heard Hannah's prayer and gave her a son.  She named her son Samuel - an appropriate name for it meant "God has heard."  Once Hannah had weaned Samuel, she made good on her vow, taking her three year old son to the priest, Eli.  She handed him over to Eli saying, "I have dedicated him to the LORD, as long as he lives, he is dedicated to the LORD."  Hannah was faithful and obedient.

That's not the end of the story.  God had great plans for Samuel.  He went on to be a prophet of the Lord.  He became a judge, speaking on behalf of God, turning the people of Israel back to God.  Samuel anointed Israel's first king - Saul.  Later, he would anoint Israel's greatest king - David.  When Samuel died, the whole nation of Israel mourned.  

Looking back, it must have been incredibly difficult for Hannah to follow through with her vow, but think of all that happened because a woman was faithful to the God she served.  We may not understand it, but God does indeed have a plan for everyone's life.  What should we do?  We should pray, and we should trust God for His will to be done in our lives and... in the lives of our children.

God has placed a great mother in my life.  A mom who lived a life of sacrifice.  A mom who is faithful to God.  A mom who pointed us to Christ.  A mom I deeply love.  He has also put into my life a loving wife who has been a great mother to our children.  A mom who prays and trusts God with her whole being.  I thank God for blessing me with a great Mom and for putting a wife in my life that is a great mom to our children.  Thank God for Mothers!  I hope you had a wonderful day celebrating (or remembering) your mother.

Onions Coming in

At around this time each year like clockwork, the onion harvest begins.  It's a good thing.  We're out of onions and have been purchasing them.  To be fair, we like onions and cook with them often.  In harvesting the onions, it is a process that takes a little while to get them where we want them - inside and/or cut up and in the freezer.  Here's a shot from about a month ago, of our onions slowly ripening, all lined up like soldiers.

And here we are again at the tail end of April in the same onion patch.  They don't look quite as lush.  Some are ready to be pulled.

The photo below shows how you know which ones are ripe.  The neck of the onion folds over and the weight of the onion tops causes it to bend to the ground.  It's as if to say, "I give up.  I can't do this anymore."

Once it bends over, it's time to pull it from the ground.  Many people let them dry in the sun in the garden after pulling them.  Here is a photo of a big, fat Yellow Granex Onion.  This is a sweet onion, the ones marketed as Vidalia onions.  I think this is my favorite variety!  We also grow Early Texas White, Texas 1015 Sweet, and Red Creole Onions.

Because it gets so hot and humid here so very quickly, I like to pull them and put them on an expanded metal patio table so that the air can flow around them and begin drying them out.  After two days here, I'll get some clippers and snip off the onion top about an inch from the onion.  I'll let it continue to dry out on the table for a day or two more.

Then we bring them into our onion drying room.  Actually, it is our parlor, or living room that I've taken over momentarily, spreading a blue tarp on the floor to catch onion skins and dirt.  We lay them on a baker's rack for drying.

We keep a fan going all day to allow for good air flow.  Sometimes, if you don't, the onions will get soft and go bad on you.  We can't have that going on!

This is about half of the crop so far.  Each day more fall over and I pull them and put them on the table.  They'll eventually move here.  No more buying onions for quite a while.  We'll eat all of these and we will also chop some of these up and freeze in ziploc bags for cooking with.  Dixondale Farms, the company we purchase the onion starts from, just sent out a recipe for Carmelized Onion Quiche.  It sounds like something we'd like to try out.  I'll pick out a few of the Yellow Granex onions and get them chopped up to make that quiche!