Last evening I had one of those close encounters of the worst kind. Well, maybe not the worst for me, but pretty startling to see the last eighteen inches of a snake slithering down a mouse hole in Ruthie's stall at bedtime. It was, for sure, going to be the worst for the mousie family living below. And then at six-thirty this morning Bessie sounded the alarm and I went to the door and found two of my neighbor's dogs, Gigi and Lefty, on the front porch. I called my neighbor this time, and this time only. I have zero tolerance for these dogs who are part of the pack that has killed my chickens in the past.
Changing the subject, I tried something new for dinner last night. Maybe I'm the last in the world to know about frying cauliflower, but dang that's good stuff! I made a batter with flour, baking powder, salt, tumeric, curry powder, cayenne, and beer, dipped and fried cauliflower florets in a half-inch of oil until golden. Crispy and flavorful on the outside, sweet and tender-crisp on the inside. I was making up the recipe on the fly, so didn't write it down on paper, but have definitely filed it in the memory bank.