Hens always escape and must be held.
This is the Cobb Oven, an outdoor clay situation, built around a discarded steel drum.
Tyler built a fire. We gathered blueberries and blackberries to make a bruise-berry pie.
This five-year-old brushed the pie dough with a beaten egg yolk.
Then this nine-year-old slashed the top, and we brushed it with egg yolk again.
While the pie baked in the Cobb Oven we gathered eggs!!
This hen was not budging.
Voila! Beautiful Pie! Two of the kids had to leave early, before it was done, so we agreed to wait until tomorrow to eat.
Tomorrow is our last day.
1 comment:
god, I am sooo jealous. And that pig food does look amazing.
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