We would be family even if we weren’t related.

Happy holidays from Huckleberry Hills! The lady McFarmFace and I have shared a few christmases now, but this one is special. Because our little monkey butt gets to be here too.

Throughout the years I’ve heard lots of stories of family holiday horror. And I’ve come to realize that I live in a weird little hallmark card. I am extremely fortunate that my family gets along decently well, but so do our friends.

But folks, this is a choice. You will be surrounded by only those you choose to surround yourself with. If someone in your life is constantly negative, you have no obligation to keep them around. Whether it’s a neighbor, a cousin, an in-law, or even immediate family. You don’t owe anyone your own sanity!

So if you’ve got an uncle who gets drunk and picks fights, don’t invite him. If you’ve got a friend who is passive aggressive or constantly puts people down, that’s not a friend.

People like me homestead for a better quality of life. That starts at home.

Rant over! Soapbox put away.

As usual, my lovely fiancée absolutely killed it on dinner. This was our combination holiday and engagement party. We served roasted goose (raised here), mashed potatoes, figgy pudding, Turkish delights, cranberry brioche, and various appetizers. And wine. Lots of wine! Even more wine because my wonderful family brought more! We watched muppet Christmas carol and generally had a wonderful time.

One of these days, I’m going to remember to take a picture of one of our birds after cooking but before eating. I only got to the desserts!

My whole life, I have heard that many people don’t like goose because it’s greasy. Same with duck. In fact, for a long time I was one of those people. I would like to state, unequivocally for the record, that these people haven’t had a properly cooked goose or duck. This was a big goose, and half the guests were a little wary of goose. And we ran out of goose before anything else.

This post got away from me a little. It’s a bit rambling. But that’s ok. It’s the holidays.

Happy holidays from Huckleberry Hills!!

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First goose!

Ok, I just spent several hours processing a goose. I’m sure the next time will be easier, but I am beat!

Even using the wax, this was quite the ordeal! Largely because of pot size. We have one pot large enough for scalding birds. It’s not large enough for a goose. And since waterfowl have all that down, you also need a pot for melting wax.

Long story short, I’m upgrading our kitchen before I butcher another goose! But eventually I’ll write more about the process. But for now, I have a vehicle speed sensor to replace and a wood stove to get up those stairs somehow! And then bed.

Thank goodness for homesteading friends!

People usually say what they’re thankful for last Thursday but I march to the beat of a different drum. Or orchestra, as my mother would tell you.

Of course I’m thankful for my family, especially our newest member, and our friends. But today I find myself exceptionally thankful for a fellow homesteading friend, and my neighbors.

My friend let me borrow his plucker, since he won’t be using it for a while and I have a lot of chickens I’d rather be in the freezer than the yard. Today I got through five chickens and the total time to capture, kill, and pluck all five was under an hour. And I’m not gonna lie, a third of that was spent chasing them.

Meanwhile, the Lady McFarmface had a dentists appointment and couldn’t take the baby. Oh no! Luckily, our neighbors were quite happy to watch her so I could get some work done. They have baked goods in their future.

I still have another six or so birds on my list, but now that I’ve used this plucker for an afternoon, I feel like that’s a day of work rather than a weekend or two. I may never pluck a bird by hand again! Oh. Except that goose. Oh well.

All together, that was 18 lbs 4 oz of chicken. I’m incredibly grateful for the use of the plucker. It made it far less of an ordeal. I really need to work on getting my own built.