Feed the Family for 45 cents

It finally arrived: the much-anticipated Leftover Soup Day. Okay, much-anticipated by me as I’m always anxious to see how it turns out, anticipated by Jacob because he hungrily anticipates all food, and to be honest, not really anticipated by Mike at all. In fact, we made it on a night he would be gone for the evening, as a courtesy.

This is not leftover, soup—it is Leftover Soup! (ala Tightwad Gazette) We keep a container in the freezer where we put all the really little bits of leftover food. You know—that spoonful of peas left in the bottom of the serving dish. The cupful of rice. Those last couple roasted potatoes. Not really enough to save, not really enough to make a lunch the next day. Not leftovers you plan, but leftovers that just kind of happen. I always told myself I wasn’t really wasting this food since I was composting it, but it was still edible food going into the compost pail.

So anyway, back to the container. You would be amazed how quickly all those little bits add up! I popped the (rather large) frozen block of mostly-veggies out of the container and placed it in the slow cooker. There were green beans, carrots, parsnips, peas, corn, summer squash, asparagus, rice (lots of rice!), little chunks of roasted potato, a little roast beef, some tomato, and a few chunks of sweet potato that wound up disappearing into the broth, adding nice flavor and color.

I then realized I could not put the lid on the slow cooker. Fortunately, I was not in a rush to get to work so I could wait for the block to thaw. I poured a couple quarts of chicken stock over and waited. By evening, it was soup!

Nice to have something with the soup, but it was late and I’ve come to hate heating up the oven (with $3.95/gallon propane) to bake one little thing. I consulted Mike’s cookbook (yes, he came complete with his very own) and found a recipe for Irish Potato Cakes. Checked the fridge…Yes--leftover mashed potatoes! Not really enough to have saved, but there they were. Due to our rather small party that would be dining that evening, I cut the recipe in half. I was glad I did—it still would have been enough for the whole family!

I had never heard of such a thing, so here is the recipe (in my halved version)

1 cup flour

1 cup mashed potatoes
2 teaspoons baking powder

¼ teaspoon salt

½ tablespoon butter (I made a mistake and put a whole tablespoon in, but it all worked out)

¼ cup milk

½ teaspoon caraway seeds (which I omitted)

Blend the dry ingredients together, then blend in the softened butter and the mashed potatoes. The texture is very crumbly.

Add the milk and the dough comes together very quickly. I patted it out to about ½ inch thick and cut circles. “Brown slowly in a small amount of fat in heavy skillet over low heat.” I used my cast iron skillet, and about 2 tablespoons of butter. The ones in the center browned more quickly than the others. I tried to flip them as they were ready.

They puffed up and browned nicely.

Now, what about the 45 cents? I figure that those little bits of food that would have ordinarily been tossed were basically free to me. I make my own chicken stock from chicken bones and vegetable scraps I save in a special bag in the freezer: carrot ends, celery leaves—that sort of thing. Also free to me. The only expense came in those little potato cakes:

1 cup of flour: 20 cents, at 80 cents/lb

3 tablespoons of butter: 19 cents, at $1.99/lb

¼ cup milk: 4 cents, at $2.59/gallon

2 teaspoons baking powder: figured 2 cents for this but I admit, I didn’t calculate that one out!

That’s 45 cents for ingredients. Of course, there was the electricity for the slow cooker and the propane for the stove burner, but that was pretty minimal. The soup was quite tasty, and I will make the potato cakes again. They were quite a bit lighter than you might expect, quick and easy, and finally a way to use up those little bits of leftover mashed potato! There was even enough soup left for lunch another day--leftover leftovers I guess.

Favorite Thing

Now, doesn't that just make you want to bake a cake? This cake carrier is one of my absolute favorite objects I've ever owned. We bought it a few years ago at an auction in town. It has little latches at the sides that hold it together; the top lifts off revealing a shiny chrome serving platter. I usually top it with a paper doily and place the cake on top of that. My favorite cake to tote along is a German apple cake that I've adapted from a King Arthur flour cookbook. Haven't made it in quite a while. Perhaps I should, you know, so I can post a picture of the cake too.... Actually, I have had a few interesting-at-least-to-me cooking adventures lately, and I've even taken pictures. However, I am learning that I am a much better cook than photographer! Perhaps I will have to contract that out to the primary beneficiary of all that cooking. Meanwhile, I'll just wonder why all my attempts at food-documentary pictures are unintentionally soft focus, when any picture taken of me is quite unfortunately faithful in its depiction of every little detail.

Correction

This IS a chicken! Today Mike tracked down the breeder we ordered our hatching eggs from. We sent a picture and she identified Kramer here as a dark Cornish chicken! No wonder we could never find her picture searching pheasants. We were under the impression the breeder had only Silkie chickens, guineas and pheasants, so it had to be "one of the above." Turns out she has a few, very few, of this breed as well. Descriptions of Cornish chickens all note that it is an "excellent meat bird" (perish the thought!) but a "poor layer" (curious, as she is reliably laying an egg nearly every day!) I now understand that the roosters chasing her and trying to grab her may have an entirely different purpose than just being mean....

That Time of Year

I have fallen behind on my filing. Actually, I'm always behind on my filing. Every year I do this to myself. Then every year I spend a long time sorting everything in a mad rush to get the taxes done. Corporate taxes are due March 15, and my poor long-suffering accountant has to have a little bit of time. I make a firm resolution to keep up with it. Sometimes, for several weeks, I kind of do.

This is not a Chicken.

No, this isn't a chicken. It is a pheasant. We think.

When we hatched our eggs last spring we had Guinea eggs and Silkie chicken eggs. The Guineas take a week longer than the Silkies to hatch, but we had them all in the incubator at the same time. You could see which was which because the Guinea eggs are smaller than chicken eggs, and a darker tan color. So the day came for the chickens to hatch. One chicken pecked a tiny little hole in its shell and then waited. We could see its little beak poking out, but that was as far as it went. I kept vigil by the incubator for a very long time and still, no action. Finally I decided it was safe to leave for a little while, since it was dinner time and all. After dinner Mike went to check and reported that we'd had a hatch! I ran to the incubator (this was the most excitement I'd had in some time) and expected to see the already-peeped egg hatched. Nope. In fact, all the Silkie eggs looked rather intact, aside from that one little beak.

Then, way down in the corner, I saw it.

One of the Guinea eggs had hatched! A week early? That didn't make sense. "It must be a chicken," I thought. Once the little chick was all dry and fluffy I took it out and gave it a good look. This being my first experience with poultry (that didn't involve a kitchen utensil of any kind) I had no clue. But I could see that this little birdie's feet were not what the Silkie feet were supposed to look like. We just had to wait and see what it grew into.

It grew, but we still haven't figured out quite what it is--have never found a picture that matches so that we'd know for sure. And we'd like to know, so we could get more...because this is our favorite one. We named it Kramer.

What can I say?

So what does one write? I have tried for some time now to come up with a Meaningful or at least funny "first post," but nothing really fits. Probably because I don't really know what this blog is going to be about. I have been thinking of it as a way to organize some of my thoughts and share them--and just what is going on in my life--with family and friend, who are far away. But maybe it is just for me. I am curious to see how it will (or won't) all fit together. In any case, it will give me a place to post pictures of my chickens.