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  • Poulet Vert

    Welcome back to Earth, Redlandling!

    Its wonderful to hear that you’re settling in.  I can only too easily imagine Ryan at the Crossfit gym – seems to be a great fit for him. Got any hints on how to squat well?  I tore a ligament in my knee once when squatting – though to be fair, I had 50 pounds of wiggling five-year-old on my back at the time. 🙂

    I’m sad to tell you that we are now dogless.  Our poor Dirk took a turn for the worse last weekend, and left us with only one compassionate choice.  This is the worst part of having dogs, as you well know.  Upon reflection, we realized that we don’t have many funny stories about him because he was such a good boy.  The worst of his hi-jinx involved wandering down to visit you, and happily walking back to us with Ryan.  I’m thrilled to hear that Zoe was such a trooper and travelled well.

    Dirk, The Wonder Dog
    Dirk, The Wonder Dog

    Stillwater is still where you left it, only a bit cooler and rainier. The prairie is filthy with yellow blossoms, but that’s nothing on our wildflower patch back by the firepit.  It’s a ten-foot tall bedlam of wildflowers, humming and buzzing with bees and butterflies.  We’ve seen a fair few monarch and yellow swallowtail butterflies back there, as well as bumblebees which we, of course, call Dumbledores.

    Purple Coneflower (Echinacea),  Grey-Headed Coneflower, and Common Ox-Eye (I think)
    Purple Coneflower (Echinacea), Grey-Headed Coneflower, Common Ox-Eye, and Prairie Sunflower (I think)

    As you know, a couple of weeks ago I tried making Nom Nom Paleo’s Green Chicken.  We loved the recipe, and have since made it again.  John thought it was a bit spicy, which was surprising since as a baby his first favorite food was Carroll Shelby’s Terlingua Chili and frequently ate his teething crackers with a drop of Sriracha on them.  Tastes change, and I backed off on the pepper flakes the second time around.

    Green Gunge.  Smells better than it looks.
    Green Gunge. Smells better than it looks.
    Looks like I scraped it out of the mower.
    Looks like I scraped it out of the mower.
    Ready to go!
    Ready to go!
    Come here, my wee beauties.
    Come here, my wee beauties.
    To gunge, or not to gunge?
    To gunge, or not to gunge?
    Tasty Roasted Gunge
    Tasty Roasted Gunge

    I was a bit slapdash (read: generous) with the greenery in the recipe, and once it was all whizzed up it looked like nothing so much as that green gunge that gets stuck in the lawnmower after mowing the lawn.  We also had a little family debate as to whether or not to leave said green gunge on the chicken or remove it for cooking.  We left it, and it browned into the most delicious crust.  Spectacular!  I’ve rarely seen the boys eat quite so much chicken in one sitting, despite protestations from John re: the spiciness.

    On calling it Poulet Vert; I was feeling particularly inspired by Julia Childs that day, and thought it was a bit more elegant than calling it Lawnmower Chicken, which was my runner-up title.

    Much love to you all, so glad you’re settling in!

    Joanne and the Boys

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I've been paleo since I discovered four years ago that it could help me manage my Hashimoto's Thyroiditis among other things. The more I learn the more I want to learn and the less I feel that there is any one solution out there that will work for all of us. I try to advocate for paleo and lessons from paleo without being a crashing bore at parties, with perhaps only moderate success. I was born and raised in England, then Oklahoma, then Minnesota. I'm married to one of the world's most patient men, and I've got two pretty nifty sons and a dog. I've a background in science, design, and communications.

http://stillwaterpaleo.com

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