I was putting the chooks to bed late this afternoon whilst thinking at the same time about how much I love them. I know I am prone to use the word ‘love’ a lot, but it is true, if I say that I love something, I really, really love it. Sometimes my love affairs are momentary and fickle – like the Turkish Baker, Daryl the zombie slayer and the first hot day of summer. Sometimes they are everlasting – like food, the kids and the dogs. Not necessarily in that order of course. I am hungry right now, thus food was the first thing I thought of. My love for the chickens is one of the everlasting kinds. Who would have thought that chickens could have so much personality? I had stupidly thought that they were devoid of a lot of things, but I was so wrong. Each of them has their own personality and they are such plucky little things. I guess they need to be plucky in our yard though as the odds aren’t good for them. But maybe the odds are improving.
I love putting them to bed at night. It is just a matter of finding where they are in the yard and getting behind them as they strut and scurry to the chook house. Regina’s head wound is looking heaps better apart from a loose little bit of skin. I am not sure if I should deal with that as in remove it or if it happens naturally. She is full of energy and certainly not off her food so I think I can put my anxieties to rest about my little Mohican. As I watched her round up her chicks and scurry towards the hen house I was reminded of a movie I loved many, many moons ago. My sister Tine and I used to do different version of a particular scene. The movie was Last of the Mohicans and the scene was when Daniel Day Lewis’s character was screaming quite passionately to his lady love played by Madeleine Stowe. If you can imagine screaming people running around at the same time then you can start to understand how highly charged the scene was “You be strong, you survive. You stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you!” As I was walking the chooks to their house I was imagining Regina in the lead female role and Bossy as the screaming passionate Daniel Day Lewis Character. When I realised I was saying the lines in my head in a chicken voice I realised it was time to come inside and get something to eat.
Day 6 of my challenge. This accountability thing is amazing. After the chicken and the Last of the Mohican episode I momentarily craved a wine. Instead I made some nuts. I only had raw cashew nuts in the cupboard and it was not what I was hankering for. Instead I tried roasting some. These little morsels were delicious. I love cumin and it went perfectly with the cashews. I have found another one for the recipe bible.
Oven roasted cashew nuts with cumin
1 cup raw cashew nuts
Cumin – 1 teaspoon
Olive Oil – 1 teaspoon
Toss the cashew nuts in a bowl with the oil and add the cumin. Toss until well coated. Season with salt and pepper. This is really a personal preference – if you like your salt and pepper like I do then be quite generous, if not a big fan then just a light sprinkling.
Place on lined baking trays – make sure nuts are spread out so they roast rather than stew. Oven at 180 degrees. Set the timer for 10 minutes and check. Once brown enough they are right to be removed. Nuts need to cool for a little while to be crunch. Keep in an air-tight container.