Monthly Archives: October 2015

Hot n Saucy

I made my first attempt at hot sauce using chilies from my garden. Late October and I’m finally bringing my peppers inside.  Some in drying on the plant by the wood stove, others I’m going to string up to dry. Didn’t care for my peppers I ran through the dehydrator.

One interesting thing I learned was on the plant and fesh you have poblano peppers. Once they dry there become Ancho… Which means I planted 4 poblano/Ancho plants queen could have put in, say, anahiems too
Oh well… At least it’s a good pepper to have lots of! 


In the end I had japelnos, poblanos, and a mystery pepper I think might be cayanne. I did two sauces: a red sauce with vinegar that I roasted my red peppers  on the wood stove with (in addition to garlic and tomato). It’s pretty hot the first day, well see how it mellows.


Next was a fermented recipe I found on nourished foods. No vinegar, just peppers, salt, garlic, dash of sugar and a bit of starter culture. I used brine from my sauerkraut and added a few tomatillos after I noticed it tasted flat before the peppers kicked in. Now it needs to sit for a few days to ferment before I run out through a sieve or food mill.


I’m excited to try my sauces once they sit for a few days and the flavor really develops. Oregon grown hot sauce… Who knew?


Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival: First Time Showing!

I promised a friend I’d enter a local fiber festival with her. I entered last minute due to issues with work. I asked her if she was ready a few days before..oops. forgot to enter. So first ever fiber show I’m doing by the seat of my pants last minute. Day before I get my stuff all packed so i can roll out at 5 am. Before work I start backing my trailer up to the barn and gosh its backing up all funny. My neighbor came out and said “looks like your tires flat!” Well sure enough, it is! I have to leave for work in a few minutes. not enough time to fix the flat and get it backed up to the barn! What do I do?

I call my handy man…who was busy all day. so i go to work thinking up ideas involving cattle panel or last minute building rails for my pick up…oh wait, my pick up doesn’t have a way to hold it…humm.hummmm….all day im thinking at work when *ring ring* I pick up my phone and “You owe me. I got your tire fixed, backed it up to the barn and borrowed an air compressor from the neighbor so if its flat in the morning you can fix it. But you owe me.”

“Oh my god! Thank you so much! How can I repay you? How long did it take? I’ll pay your hou–”

“Shut up. Your neighbors wife….was topless when I walked up. I didn’t need to see that! I…I don’t know how you owe me, but you freakin do!”

haha, so I have to figure out how i owe the poor guy. Anyone know where I can get some brain soap?

First time ever loading these sheep into a trailer and–they went in beautifully! Chores were all done and I headed off to my first show. Of course, once i got there leading them to their pens was more of a difficulty. I..maybe didn’t halter train anyone. I tried dragging a few to the pen with the leash i had on hand (rats stole my sheep halter! I had it hanging up in the barn and now its gone! I once found it halfway down a rat hole, now i can only assume that is its present status.) they…did not lead. they kicked. they bucked. the buckeled their knees and I got tired of it. I picked two up and just carried them to their pens while people looked and laughed, Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.


Precious was immensely curious about the whole thing. Sheep everywhere, people everywhere, sexy rams getting their fleeces spruced up next to us (she seemed to take interest in the white Romney boys). Whenever I walked away i could hear her bellowing across the fair grounds. Yes, I recognise the voices of my sheep. Sometimes i could see her craning her neck looking for me. As soon as I’d approach she’d quite down and go back to happily watching all the hubub around.


My first show ever and I had a lovely yearling ewe in the color competition and two ewe lambs. Last place. All of them. There were some other folks who showed a East Fresian crosses so i could only assume  the judge had something against EFs.  Well, bummer but nowhere i can go but up!

I went back to the pens with my sheep and sat for a while. A lady came by and we talked. In the end she bought two of my ewes! So its not a total loss, right?

Then I got to talking with other farmers, got ideas on improving my cross. They were very kind and supportive. Next day I went and got Precious sheared.


This is the girl who walks through fences because her lovely fleece protects her from the charger. Shes been a pian for months, shearer was there and so i took advantage of it. 10 lbs later I had a different sheep. So spotty! People started falling head over heels for her. She had a grand time being the center of everyones attention.

I showed the fleece to some friends and despite the last place in the show ring they encouraged me to sell it for $80! well….it was totally raw and unskirted so I decided i’d rather see it go so i priced it for $50. Within an hour it was sold and the woman was ecstatic! All the color, so soft! so long!

After shearing Precious I could see a big reason for my low score: my sheep, as most dairy breeds do, have very shallow loins. Her conformation was good for a Jacob and an EF, but paled in comparison next to the meaty Romneys. So breed in bigger loins, breed for lower “britch wool” keep pluggin along.


So I didn’t take home any prizes, but I sold a few sheep, l met people, got inspired, found out that yes my wool has a market and so i don’t have to be shy about selling it. It was a great experience and I’ll do it again next year.