My friend from Botetourt, who brings me three gallons of wonderful milk from Coco the Cow each week, sent along a quart jar of local sorghum this time. It cost eight bucks and came from Buchanan County, about 30 miles from here. I put it in my oats-and-yogurt and my coffee today, and liked it fine. I think I may try making cookies with it also — the Raspberry Tahini ones.

Our chickens, who were born the first week of June, have been laying since about November 13th, but I already had a couple dozen eggs in the refrigerator and just tonight tasted our own. I cooked them up with onions, garlic, olive oil, and butter, and had some butter-fried apples and yogurt as a chaser. Good. Very good. Since my plan is to eat from the Peasant Fare menu, I guess I’ll have to figure out how to serve up little frittatas or no-crust quiches.

The only thing I’m eating these days that won’t be on the menu is an occasional can of salmon. Some time back I found canned wild Alaskan salmon at Costco and asked my sister to get me some more, but wound up with Atlantic salmon instead. Farm-raised, so not the same thing. But I’ll finish it, and share the juice with Zio Gato, my no-longer-kitten.