Do Nothing

The burst of activity when company comes is usually followed by a do-nothing day.  It's nice when guests leave on a Wednesday because Thursdays are Blue Bloods marathon days, a perfect way to veg out and decompress.  The goats got milked, the barn got cleaned, the chickens were fed, the hummers' bottles were refilled, Bess and the cats got their treats and, other than that, I did nothing all day.  After considering preparing something for dinner, a bowl of that homemade ice cream was the preferred option; no cooking required.

About that ice cream.  Running short of the rock salt I normally use from the grocery store, I was at WalMart just before the guys came and picked up this bag (the Spanish label translates to "for homemade ice cream").  When I had the machine going at dusk the other night I did think the salt looked a little strange, some of it being rather dark, but I had no time then to really examine it.  It wasn't going in food and there is a natural grey salt, so I continued to pour it in with the ice in the bucket.

There is always some residual undissolved salt in the water after making a freezer of ice cream, but when I went to empty the bucket, the bottom was full of the grey "salt."  I don't usually strain the water, but I will be taking this gravel and the unused portion in the bag back to WalMart.  Given the amount, the bag must have been at least half rock; not rock salt, just plain old rock.  Buyer beware!

I have no other stories to tell, no other photos to share.  It was a good do-nothing day.