I believe I have previously mentioned that my house is for sale right now. We put quite a bit of mola into redoing the kitchen floors and painting the kitchen cupboards and three rooms in the basement. (I will get around too blogging about cooking and knitting in a bit, hold on) Ah, we were happy to have a new floor and show the house on occasion. Then, there was a leak in the roof. Whenever it rained, drops of water would appear between the sun room and dining room and eventually work their way down the wall to the laundry room in the basement. Luckily, we have a friend who is a roofer. He came over and put us on his list of projects. About 6 weeks later (all the while, panicking that it would rain while the house was being shown) it was our turn for roof work. It took them 2 partial days to rip off the old one and repair it. Ah… we can relax, no more water in the house, life is good. Relax.
Wait…..what is that noise? Squirrels playing on the roof? It must be that they too enjoy the new roof over the flattish dining room. Wait, that noise sounds like it is inside, as I run over and stand directly below the door arch. (sound of squirrels playing in a close location and then sound of squirrels scratching) Holy something, those squirrels are in my roof, not on my roof. So we called my friend the roofer who brought his guys over to check it out. Sure enough, there is a hole right under they work that they did, it was rotten collapsed wood there before and now it was just open. Whoops. A bit of steel wool and some expanding foam will take care of that they say.
So, the next day, best boyfriend ever got up on the ladder (once we thought the squirrels were out for the day) and we shoved the hole with small bricks to block it temporarily to make sure no squirrels were inside before permanently sealing it. Those little suckers moved the bricks and still got back in. So, we have to wait for a day when both of us are home during daylight as they will be no ladder climbing by one’s self – safety first – what if a squirrel jumps out at your face and surprises you on the ladder? You see what I mean. Friday night I was upstairs in the hallway and heard the squirrels making noise from a new location. Uh oh. I opened the built into the side of the slanted ceiling closet doors and looked around with a flashlight. All looked well on that side. I moved some clothes aside and shined the light on the other side of the roof. Hum, that insulation used to be pink and now it is pink and black. Now the insulation is staring back at me with little beady eyes – yikes! I yelped and it ran. The only thing separating the squirrel from my closet and the interior of the house was a piece of clear plastic over the insulation, one scratch and it would be through to the house. Panic! So, we carted big pieces of plywood, little pieces of plywood and a drill up into the closet (more like an attic) and sealed the potential hole, knowing that it would only hold for so long before the squirrel would find it’s way over to a new section of insulation. We slept easy that night. Bourbon likely helped calm me down, it usually does.
Yesterday we were co hosting a baby shower so no time for squirrel business, so it waited until this morning. So out came the ladder, the expanding foam sealer and the steel wool. It is afternoon. Squirrels are out in the yard trying to get to the freshly filled bird feeders. In goes the foam, the ladder goes back into the garage. BF is outside roasting coffee on the grill and I hear a scratching. NOOOOO! It can’t be. I move closer and listen to the sounds of a sealed in squirrel panicking in the roof. Crap! We never expected it to be inside on a nice balmy January day. What to do? The squirrel is not happy he can’t get out and will find a way. Ah, the closet. I go up and check it out and make sure there is nothing left in it that he can destroy should he break through. I close the door and shove a big heavy box up against it as the door doesn’t have door knobs, just handles and no latch, very convenient right now I know, but I have a big heavy box, so that works.
I go back downstairs and fire up the computer. Then I hear some squeaking and a pitter patter. This fellow is walking around, not just in an in closed area now. He has busted through to what he thought was freedom, the closet. The cats are going crazy now and jumping up on the counter to be closer to the ceiling where they can here the squirrel. I run upstairs to check the box. The squirrel is in there and is not happy. I hit my hand on the door and tell it we will get it out side and it rushes the door and body slams it (not kidding). That squirrel is pretty strong and very mad.
I call animal control. They are conveniently closed on Sunday. Apparently squirrel emergencies need to happen between 8 am to 11pm Monday through Saturday. The BF is over at a friends helping put together bedroom furniture from Ikea. I call in a need for traps – get 3 different kinds, one will work for certain and then we can let fluffy the killer squirrel out. I had kinda hoped that it at least was Oscar the grey squirrel who I have been hanging out in the yard with for years, but this is the black squirrel, the one that fights with Oscar.
So, here I sit to keep myself occupied with a killer squirrel in my closet and three confused cats. On to cooking and knitting then.
One reason we didn’t get to blocking up the squirrel hole yesterday is because the library finally had a copy of Spelt Healthy available and BF picked it up and started reading it on Friday night while I was making chicken roulades. He kept asking do we have any of this? Do we have yeast? Do we have… Yes, yes, no, I used the rest of that up yesterday.
So, on Saturday morn, I wake up to hearing the microwave beep, the cupboards opening and general sounds of the kitchen aid whirling. Whatcha making I ask? Cinnamon rolls and beignets. Wow!
Now he is a recipe follower. I have a hard time not wavering from one somewhere, even when baking, he doesn’t. I went down stairs to work out and when I came back up the cinnamon rolls were out of the oven and the beignets were being fried up. I immediately bit into one and felt teary eyed. It was first donut like thing I have eaten in almost 2 years. It was so airy and light and tender. Amazing. I ate four of them without guilt. It was fabulous! I immediately wanted to call the author of the book and thank her! What a difference it is to know how to work with the nuances of spelt. It tastes a lot like wheat, but needs totally different TLC, half the mixing time, half the kneading time, a wetish dough etc. I had been adding too much flour to stuff so that it felt like the wheat loaves of bread I used to occasionally knead. Tonight, once the squirrel trap is in place, we are making pizza.
I know there are many of you out there shaking your heads about being Celiac and eating spelt. (It is ok Sea, comment away!) If you are willing to risk it, please do try it. I started by eating just one pretzel. Just one bite or less will tell you. Try one when you don’t have to go anywhere in case you do react. You might not. You just might be able to eat spelt. It is a crazy thought and everything, yes everything on the internet says spelt is a no no. Yet is has hardly been tested and most sites say that it is assumed that since is it so like wheat, that it must contain the same glaidin protein and react the same. I took a risk, I am glad I did. It is not for everyone. Not everyone with Celiac can eat it, but you won’t know unless you try. I will be honest, I had a friend try it and it did not work for her. Please let me know if it works for you!
I will post a pic of my chicken roulades when flickr is finished with their massage. Whoops, I have to upload them first.
I took some chicken breasts and sliced them open three ways so that it was a huge flat piece of chicken (will have to find the term for that) and then I pounded them thin. Next sprinkled the chicken with salt and cracked pepper, then I placed two slices of prosciutto on them, a layer of fresh spinach (next time I will use twice as much spinach) and grated fontina cheese. I rolled them up, tied them up and then dunked them in an egg wash and rolled them in a combo of ground almond and parm cheese. Into the sauté pan to brown on all sides and then into the oven. I poured white wine into the sauté pan along with some shallots to make a pan sauce and added a dash of heavy cream and then drizzled it over the finished roulades. Served it up with some sautéed broccolini and homemade style “rice a roni” with jasmine rice, brown rice noodles, broth and seasoning.
Verdict: Why don’t I do this every week? Delish!
Now for a bit of knitting: Flickr is still massaging, so when it is finished I will post the two baby hats that I knit for my friend’s baby shower. They are very cute, esp on my cat’s head. I am now working on a scarf for another friend’s birthday next Friday. Then, onto several more hats. It is winter in Michigan…sort of.
I am checking on fluffy the killer squirrel and