Popping in to tell you about a slaw! It has fish sauce in it, so I call it “Asian Slaw.” Blogger Luisa just calls it “Perfect Slaw.” You can call it whatever you like.

The important thing to know is that it’s light and bright with a delightfully rich tang and a fabulous crunch. I’ve thrown it together twice now. It’s therapeutic to make — there’s something energizing about chopping great mountains of green vegetables — and utterly satisfying to eat. It was a revelation served alongside Korean beef, but I also liked it all on its own — just me and a fork and heaping platefuls of slaw.

 Try it.

Asian Slaw
Adapted from Luisa of The Wednesday Chef.

The second time I made this slaw, I discovered I didn’t have any rice wine vinegar so I used apple cider vinegar instead. It was fine, but I prefered the slaw made with the rice wine vinegar.

for the slaw:
1 small to medium head of napa cabbage, thinly sliced
1-2 carrots, julienned
2 stalks celery, thinly sliced
1 cucumber, seeded and julienned
4 scallions, thinly sliced
1 generous handful cilantro, chopped
½ cup salted, roasted peanuts, chopped

for the dressing:
¼ cup rice wine vinegar
2 tablespoons fish sauce
juice of 1 lime
½ teaspoon brown sugar
¼ cup neutral oil

Combine all the vegetables (but not the peanuts) in a large bowl. In a small bowl, whisk together the dressing ingredients, pour over the slaw, and toss lightly to combine. Sprinkle the peanuts on top. Devour.

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While my older daughter was in Florida, my younger son took over the chickens and fed the steers and goats most mornings, but all in all the animal tending was pretty minimal — farmers we are not. But now that she’s back, the animals are actually getting cared for again.

She likes to hang out with the steers, hand feeding them and letting them chew on her clothes and maul her arm.

The goats’ hooves were in dire straits — one of them was actually limping — so the other afternoon, she wrestled it onto its back…

and then sat on it.

I watched her clip away for awhile, but when I learned after about five minutes that she was only half done with one hoof, I got bored and went back to the house.

Then yesterday she got a call from a neighbor: Did she want two bottle lambs?

“It’s your project,” I said. “It’s up to you.”

So she hauled an old water trough up to the barn and lined it with hay for their pen, asked my husband to pick up a sack of milk replacer in town, and then drove over to the neighbor’s house after supper to fetch the lambs.

One is super, super tiny — her previous owner called her Teacup — and appears to have a broken leg, so fingers crossed she’ll make it. The other is a good bit more sturdy.

This afternoon when I was home alone (the older kids off snowboarding with their father and the youngers at a waterpark with friends), it was my job to give them their bottles. They both guzzled down their milk, tails a-wagging.

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