Check out the recipe tab. I've added an old favorite I use with beef, substituting lamb of course! It was awesome!
New chicks are here. Actually, they've been here 3 weeks. But, as usual life is crazy and I just now got some pics of them. They've already begun to feather out. That's good; it's getting colder at night and the more feathers they have the warmer they are. The best news is, I'll have more eggs in the spring!
I recently, not only frenched a rack of lamb for the first time, but also got my 17 year-old daughter to try lamb for the first time! She's been a picky eater all her life. It started with only eating white foods- mashed potatoes, cottage cheese, bread, etc. Gradually, as she got older, she ventured to food with color like french green beans. Hmmm, maybe french is the common theme here.
I had made the rack of lamb one evening when she came home late and was hungry. She walks into the room I was in and says, "So, how do I eat this lamb?" My husband and I were shocked! Of course I jumped up right away and fixed her a plate. It was a smaller rack and I had planned on just my husband and I eating. We gladly gave up our portions to let her try it. She loved it! So, now on the recipes page of my web site the rack of lamb is dubbed Madeleine approved
Greetings! The Gatlinburg Farmer's Market is hosting a chef's day. Chef Charles Mackem, owner of Smoky Mountain Gourmet, will be showing how easy it is for people to prepare a delicious meal from your locally grown produce.
I thought this picture would be an ideal blog post pic as it shows a bottle fed lamb from our farm enjoying some light reading! I swore I would not raise another bottle lamb because it takes so much time and effort, not to mention money for milk replacement. However, how could I just let her freeze to death because her mom wouldn't nurse her. I couldn't. So, in the house she goes. Of course my husband just rolls his eyes and can't believe there's livestock in the house...again. Luckily for the lamb Nana and Aunt Debi rose to the occasion and came once a day (twice at first) to give her a bottle of warm milk. I would pick up off where they left off when I got home. Now, 4 months later, she's fully integrated into the flock but, still loves scratches from the people the other sheep are not so sure about.
I grew up in the middle of no where and still like it that way. Some of my best friends are animals and figuring out what they're thinking is great fun!