@MeganNZ I guess all they can do is monitor it and keep the OR door open! Hugs.
@LizinLowell about those chicken/egg waffles you made - did you use raw chicken thighs, maybe boneless skinless ones, and throw them in the food processor with the eggs? I’m considering this for tomorrow as I air fried thighs today and have a few left over. I can bone them and use the skin in the air fryer to make chips, and then do burgers. Good way to get rid of odd numbers of thighs!
The thighs from today:
~ Slow Saturday morning breakfast ~
Low sunshine at 8am melts in through the tree branches and through the north facing windows lighting the waking nooks and crannies. I offer up my thanks to solar passivity. The chill air is clean. No perfumes risk a ride. The local roasted coffee grind provides a snuffle and a promise as the stove top pot is prepared.
The firebox is still warm from that fat precious hardwood log offering up 150 stored summers’ sunshine, warmth and dancing light, as it fended the cold last night. Scrunching up the newspaper smoke wisps up from the ash revealing a welcome coal glow. The locally collected twigs are dry and snapping them rises a primal satisfaction. People like to burn. Flames licking and the recycled pine kindling feeds the growing fire. Adjust the air vent and it’s time to prepare.
Outside in the crystalling mist gathering some wattle from the wood pile for the breakfast fire. Weedy woody wattle is a fast burner to get that kettle boiled. Grounding breath. The physical activity and fresh air are satisfying.
I need to fix my boots. Like many they are losing their soul. I wonder at the best glue.
The small birds don’t bother the morning and remain fluffed abed except for a squabbling galah. A smart raven has found their tree hollow nest. There must be eggs.
Butter the pan until the chook eggs can’t see the shore. Add salt.
The kettle whistles as the coffee pot burbles. The eggs have their gloss and slide back into the bowl used for the mad scramble.
Out and About Eggs. You should see their set-up down there on the West Cundinup Road, it’s a spectacle. A 1970’s caravan park for chickens.
The kitchen is warmed. My bare feet are cold. My legs are hot from cooking up close at the wood burning stove. Splinters rest in my fingers. Close the vent and calm the fire. The sun is sat at the kitchen table and a favourite mug aroma filled, as am I.
The chicken thighs were cooked left overs. The last couple I just left the skin on and only used an egg yolks. (I’m having trouble with egg whites).
I’ve been thinking about trying it with raw chicken.
My mother in law passed this week. We had been sitting with her around the clock. Her Celebration of Life was today. I have had a houseful of family, and it has been really great. I cooked so much food. I’m the allergy cook and can accommodate most anything. I’ve stayed carnivore, even with houseguests. I baked three different desserts for today, and had maybe a bite total plus some whipped heavy cream that was minimally sweetened.
I’ll record what I did with my recipes, put away the shelf-stable “company” food, and put in an extra run to clear my system of the few carbs I did have.
My best option for a summer weight funeral- appropriate dress was one I bought in college. It is the classic little black dress. I wore it and my kids thought it was cool. I triple-checked that it looked fine and was still in style (with my daughters-in-law, who would be straight with me).
We miss MIL. She was the coolest of grandmas. She would have enjoyed today’s get together.
Your cakes look yummy, but I’m not sure I would want to cook that tuna at all.
The Aurora Australis was glowing last night down at the beach. Starry nights are cold. But woodfire stove top cooked lamb chops are warm with some fried chicken eggs.
What is it with eggs? They seem to ‘drink’ the fat from the pan. Am I imagining it.
The shiny planet on the horizon is Mercury. My gut tells me that we should know the maps of the sky.
It’s the last day of Meat Chewin’ June. Hope the challenges were all well met. I’ll fire up another Carnivore challenge for July. Join us there when the new month dawns.
My condolences for the loss of your mother in law. My heart and prayers go out to you and your family.
I love me some sashimi but I just can’t use canned tuna for anything. I’ve got to have the real deal.
I did overcook this batch in my opinion so next time I’ll pull them sooner.
I’m also going to try this with salmon someday.
@FrankoBear love your poetry from the other side of the world
@beannoise condolences on your loss, sounds like you celebrated well.
Here’s a satisfying dinner I had the other night, a giant bowl of cubed fatty pork with two over easy fried eggs. I will admit I added some hot sauce.
I’m ready for July chat! We’re grilling on the 4th and this time I’ll try to remember to snap a picture of my ribeye before it’s gone lol
Tried the raw chicken thighs today. Not good. The ground cooked meat has a better texture in the finished waffle.
@beannoise so sorry for your loss 
Hubby’s dad remarried so I had 2 MILs to grieve. I agree you celebrated well. Congrats on the little black dress!
Thanks for tips on the chickaffles. My 3 raw thighs are in the fridge so I’ll cook them first (or air fry them and get some boneless) and I’ll try your idea! Intriguing the number of things that can go in a Dash waffler!
Today I took brownies to church. Baking with absolutely no temptation is one of the many benefits of the woe for me. On the few occasions when I’ve sampled things not on the “list” it’s been no trouble to go right back to ZC, no looking back. It makes permanently living this way possible! I’m in it for the long haul.
A lady brought tortilla wrapped sausages one of which I unwrapped and split with the puppy (she is always at church with us.)
We went from there to Wildseed, a plant nursery for wildflowers. We bought 3 young crepe myrtles to plant in the yard in the fall. We had lunch, mine was the cheese and meat sampler. I like my food better than anything I get out there!
Then we came home and slept. These are hard weekends!
Thank you. It’s odd. I’m 15# heavier now than college, but it fits as well or better than it did then. I am not a tall person. I’m definitely more muscular, but 15# is a lot.
You can answer questions from June as answers in the July thread.
The future as arrived and we have moved into the July 2024 Carnivore 31-day Challenge over here:
Admin, please (@robintemplin) close this thread. Thanks.
