I’ve been a bit scatter-brained, of late–mostly I’m just tired, from working a full-time job, managing a growing herd of “junior” employees, working on home renovations, and trying (with varying degrees of success) to keep up with “farm things.” As such, this will likely be another short, shotgun-aimed post. Without further ado, let’s get started.
How many of you have heard of water glass? Chemically, it’s a liquid sodium silicate solution. Full-strength, it’s a concrete sealer. But diluted down, it’s been used for over a century to preserve eggs. You mix one part water glass with ten parts water, and put (washed, fresh) eggs into it, enough to cover the eggs to a depth of about 2 inches. Kept in a cool place, the eggs will supposedly keep eight months or more. (We’ve tested them out to five months; thus far, it’s worked a treat!) The yolks might lose some of their firmness–you probably won’t get “sunny-side up” fried eggs out of them–but scrambled, or as an ingredient in something baked, they’re just fine. (If you’re really worried about whether they’re good, crack the eggs into a separate bowl one-at-a-time for a sniff test, before you add them to whatever you’re cooking.) Yes, the water glass is a bit pricey, but at the 10:1 dilution ratio, a little bit goes a pretty long way.
As a veteran, I will probably always stand for the national anthem. That reflex was drilled into me for twenty years. But I fully respect the right–and it is a right–of others not to stand. It’s not disrespecting me, or my service, or the military, or the flag, or the anthem, or the country. As others elsewhere have pointed out, our country was founded by people protesting unfair treatment; it seems more than a little hypocritical to get ticked off at our own citizens when they (peacefully, mind you) protest their own unfair treatment, or that of others.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but when a Great Pyrenees dog blows out his undercoat, he generates roughly twice his own body weight in fluff. We should think about saving it up, and trying to spin it into yarn…
Speaking of such things, one of my family’s hobbies is medieval re-enactment (shameless plug for the Society for Creative Anachronism). For fun, when we can make it, we go camping (of sorts–“glamping” might be somewhat closer to the truth) for two weeks, going mostly medieval, doing things the “Old Ways,” and studying how things were done in the days before electricity, or even steam power, to say nothing of the Internet. If you really want to study how you might make things work in a “post-civilization society” (how’s that for an oxymoron?), you could do worse than studying the 12th century or so. Our ancestors certainly made it, after all… Throw in our modern understanding of germ theory and such, and you can get by with surprisingly little difficulty… (Bonus: being “in” with your local re-enactment group gives you an “instant” network of “people who know how to do things.”)
Next time, I think I may take a moment to go over the last year’s progress, successes, and failures. (There have been quite a few of both.) How are your preps going, readers? I’d love to hear about them in the comments!