Finding efficiencies in food.

One of my goals this summer is to find efficiencies in food.  As such, I have been tracking how much it costs to produce the food I eat.  I’ve discovered that in general, my daily food costs between $7.00 and $11.00 in ingredients.  This is interesting to know and lets me know that there is no way in hell I can keep eating the way I do and reasonably have a monthly food budget of $150.00.  Which I knew, but I didn’t really know, know, if you know what I mean.
So far, the best efficiency I have discovered (which again, I knew, knew, but this really brought it home) is to break down your own chicken. It’s so much cheaper!  Do you want to pay $2.52 per chicken breast* rather than $5.99 per pound?  Buy the whole chicken, divide it up and package.  Voila!  Much cheaper.  
Here’s what I do.  I line the toaster oven roasting pan with aluminum foil and oil that.  I set out a plate, a plastic bag from the produce section, a cutting board and a container for the freezer.  I also make sure the dishwasher is empty and hope the cats are fast asleep.
The plastic bag is for holding the bag that the chicken comes in and the pad that is with the chicken to absorb moisture.
I pop the legs off first and separate the drumstick from the thighbone.  I sort of knew how to do this anyway, but I watched a few YouTube videos to refresh my memory. Drumsticks go into the roasting pan, Thighs go on the plate.  You can debone, but I leave bone in.
I cut off the wings (still a bit tricky) and put them on the roasting pan.  Then I slice into the breast and pull out the wishbone (which is incredibly fun, my favorite part) and cut down the back which gives me the breasts still joined.  The back goes into the container for making stock.  
I cut the breasts down the middle and sometimes debone them, sometimes not.  They go on the plate too.
Then  rinse off the cutting board (and usually shoo away the cats who are bugging me) put it in the dishwasher. I wash my hands and doing my best not to get chicken juice anywhere, wrap the pieces on the plate.  Those go into a plastic bag in the freezer and the plate gets rinsed and put in the dishwasher.
The container with the back goes into the freezer too.  
The drumsticks and wings I cook right away using this recipe.  Most chicken recipes in my world are for thighs or breasts, not drumsticks.  Matt gets the wings (which he loves and I don’t) and I get the drumsticks.  
This is a pretty sweaty process the first few times you do it, but becomes automated after about the third time.  I also enjoy it because I remember watching my mother do this when I was a child and being totally grossed out.  She told me it was cheaper than buying the parts and I remember thinking I would just buy the parts when I grew up.  I’m happy to master the technique instead.
*Just to be clear, I buy meat at New Seasons.  So it’s more expensive than standard supermarket prices. 

Walk to work. The sunrise edition.

It has become apparent that if I can keep up these one-per-week walks to work through the school year, it will probably be dark for most of them.  Let’s watch the light change as the sun rises.
This was an amazing amount of cars parked.  I think there were five.

Squash growing up!

Delacata on one side, Butternut on the other.  This was a most impressive parking strip garden, but apparently the owner was not at all thrilled with people helping themselves because s/he had posted a very passive aggressive sign about how much work s/he spends every week and the produce is for “MY FAMILY!!!!”  Signs like that make me want to take stuff too.  But I didn’t.

Pretty black-eyed susans.

Renovation!  Maybe I will be able to find this house again and report on the finished product.

I love how they just cut it off.

Kitten!  Cat, really.  But cute.

Pretty red flowers.

Poem from the Poem Booth.  You can read it here.  

This was a block length (at least) hop scotch grid.

I liked that they attached the slide to the porch steps.

I wanted to see how far the hopscotch went on this side of the block, but had to be getting to work.

Nice stone and hens and chicks.

Sunrise!

This is a house that hangs out on the overhang below Interstate, just at the top of the  hill.  I’m worried it is not long for this world, given that everything looked very overgrown and there seems to not be siding on it anymore.

Here is the parking spot.  

I’m glad to see that someone is finally renovating this building as I have always loved  it.

Later in the day, I found myself behind the satchel brigade.

Morning surprises: Kittens! Mural!

Oh my gosh, two of them, sitting in front of a fence on the way to the Max train.  They froze when they saw me and bolted through the hedge into the cat wonderland that is the former City of Roses Motel.  (Chain link fence all around, flat ground, depressions with copious amounts of weeds growing.) There was one already waiting for them, so there were three!  Three kittens!
Sadly, I suspect they are feral. 

And, blooming on the side of a building, is the beginning of a mural.  That would be the grey thing on the left.  The exposed brick is the historic painted sign for the first indoor car dealership in Oregon.  The building was required to preserve it when they did the renovation.

Postcards from California & Nevada

This is from regular commenter Jan who observes “I’m not totally sure what ‘she’ is going to get but it sort of looks like she wants it.”

This is from Cindy, she of the fabulous wedding last summer. It’s from Great Basin National Park and Cindy said no one was there.  However in Zion National Park, everyone in the world was there. 
 Keep that in mind when planning your next summer vacation.

Farmers Market and Buffalo Bill Days.

Buffalo Bill days had many things, including an outhouse race.
This gentleman in the hot dog costume wanted us to buy fresh made donuts.  He did what any teenager enthusiastically overselling things will do:  cartwheels. I bought a twist and man, was that a good donut.  It rivaled Blue Star Donuts and that is saying a lot.
The teenager sitting in the window noticed me and waved before I could take the picture.
I tried out these chairs, which were so incredibly comfortable, I wished to pack one up and carry it back to Portland with me.
E with her donut sample.
They had Civil War reenactors.
E examines walking sticks that are also flutes.
L sat with me on the comfortable chair.
Patrick, after nearly getting hit by one of the walking sticks, helps E choose one to try out.
I was fascinated by the family and took many surreptitious photos of them.
This youngster told us all about the cannon.

He had great cheekbones.
E got to hold one of the cannon balls. (Cue the Breeders)
I enjoy a good label and am happy to know this is where the windshield washer fluid is kept.
Not a warning you will see on a civilian vehicle.
Big truck.
Patrick looking into a humvee.
There were pony rides!  E and L meet one of the ponies.

Also on this trip I learned that when you are around small children, you tend to acquire things.
An excellent juxtaposition of customer t-shirt and vendor sign.
These guns were really great.  I bought one.
Patrick takes a shot.
Headed for the pony rides.

They were still getting the ponies saddled.

Hipster cowboy.
The cheerful owner.
These girls were interested, but ultimately, only one of them rode.
E and Patrick.
L and Heather.

Riding.

Working teenagers.

When we walked back through, there was another outhouse ready to be pushed in the contest.
So ended a great trip.  Thanks to Heather, Patrick and the girls for funding and hosting me.  It was so wonderful to see them and their slice of army life.

VFW Pancake Breakfast.

E did this thing where she would walk out the back door, walk down the path and then turn right.  Always right, never left. 

We headed out for our day and Patrick nicely took the back seat.  Three adults and two children in the car is a bit of a tight fit.

First a walk through of the Leavenworth Farmers Market.
This was still early, it was more crowded when we walked back through.
Alas, it seems I have missed out on Fried Meatballs on a Stick.
L leads us to the VFW Pancake Breakfast.  Patrick is a lifetime member of the VFW.
I enjoy me a pancake breakfast.  Especially when I can avoid the pancakes and get biscuits and gravy instead.
L. contemplates her plate.
Patrick sets E up.
Aside from eating, I people watched.