Four of DH’s climbing friends are up for a long weekend of ice climbing. The oldest among them have been climbing together for more than thirty years. They call themselves the Fossils. They are out every day struggling up frozen waterfalls with ice axes, ropes, and crampons, and at night they sleep at the cabin. My only task is to keep them fed.
Yesterday morning Lucy and I served them home-grown bacon, milk, fresh fruit, and pancakes. Lucy is our family’s expert pancake flipper. In fact I left her cooking while I went out to milk.
Last night Lucy was at a friend’s house so I was manning the pizza production line by myself. (On family pizza nights it is her job to dress each pie.) But it went like a charm. I’d made three pounds of mozzarella on Friday and yesterday I’d kneaded up a big batch of dough and refrigerated it in six pizza-sized portions. All I had to do at supper time was roll out each pie, sauce it, sprinkle the cheeses, and slide it onto the hot pizza stone in the oven. Ten minutes later, voilà. Pizza time, dudes!
For dessert we had homemade Ben and Jerry’s Heath Bar Crunch ice cream, made with our cream, milk, and eggs.
This morning I’m grilling our home-grown sausage and after barn chores I will make a batch of waffles before I leave for church. The boys can reheat them as they straggle in. It is -7F this morning so they will need some fuel in their bellies.
I think I will start a big pot of beef stew for supper, and some crusty bread.