Diane also cared and raised her own chickens. I enjoyed eating the things that she made with all the eggs that she got from them. Her omelettes were phenomenal and her eggs benedicts should have been featured in someone’s restaurants. I asked her once why the eggs were so delicious and she told me that it was because the chickens were being cared for by a human and not a large profit generating company. I was curious as to why that would have any effect on the taste of the eggs. She said that, instead of force feeding the chickens and pumping them with unnatural chemicals she let them live naturally. She only gave them food made of organic “food stuff” from around her yard.
Diane was big on reusing or repurposing things… all the way down to the waste from her animals. The waste from her animals were often used as fertilizer for her garden and yard. Because there weren’t any foreign chemicals in the diet of her animals, their waste was the perfect material to use to produce healthy flowers and plants. She would even use the waste to help grow her fruit trees and pecan trees. All the animals were healthy and they in turn helped to keep the grass, plants, and trees healthy.
The eggs weren’t the only food from her animals or yard that were good. Pretty much everything that I ate from her place was very flavorful. Her pies, soups, bread, and salads all had some of the most distinctive flavors. It definitely was a party in your mouth. The pecans from her pecan tree were the best I’ve ever had. I really like pecans so I’ve tried lots, from many places. The apples from her apple tree were crispy and sweet. She would make all types of dressings and sauces with those apples and stock certain stores in town with them. Most of her stuff never stayed on the shelves for long and she found it difficult to keep up with the demand.
These days, lots of people stay away from milk but back in the day, people weren’t so health conscious. The whole milk that she would get from her cows was also another favorite in the markets. All the bakers wanted her cow’s milk to bake many of their goodies. People would often ask her what she was doing to her cows for them to produce such good milk and basically she always said the same thing…”nothing special, I just don’t add any foreign chemicals to their diets”.
When I started coming around, she was reluctant about having me there but when she saw that I wasn’t going to stop pestering her she became a bit more welcoming. When she realized that I could help out around her place she really saw how I could be of assistance rather than a nuisance. I really didn’t mind helping her do odd things around her house because, like I said before, I wanted to prove to my father that I could go out and make my own money. He was proud that I was helping her out and finding ways to earn money.