My least favorite part of making meals for the harvest crew is the the clean-up. I don't mind making the mess - the chopping, cooking, frying, baking, mixing, packing, etc. But the dishes . . . ugh! I despise the clean-up. So with dishes still left from yesterday's dinner preparations cluttering the counter, I made the decision to stay simple with my second menu, opting for homemade pizza. ...
Field Meals: Garden Grub
This is how the chaos of harvest begins. My Farmer comes in for a quick lunch and leaves with a nonchalant, "We're going to go out and try some beans today." By mid-afternoon, my phone rings. "We're runnin' now so whenever you want to bring dinner." ...
If You Invite Someone To Dinner . . .
If you invite someone to dinner expect to have great conversation, to discover several 6-degrees of separation connections and to exchange information at night's end that leads to great friendships. ...
My Field Is Not Your Playground
To begin, this is not my field. Or my father's field. Or my neighbor's. But it could be and has been in the past. Last year, during harvest while driving the grain cart, my father-in-law came over a rise in one field and found a car. It was determined by police that the driver and friends took a ride down the fence line and struck out into our field where they got hung up on a low-spot and ...
Baling Hay in Pictures
Baling hay and straw was my job on the farm and I do miss the dust, sweat and scratch of the alfalfa and straw. ...
Farm Walks, Bike Rides & School Dances
In order to keep my sanity in the months after my farm boy was born, I took to packing him in the stroller and heading out for walks. The farmer to the north had a small pasture in which fluffy white sheep would graze. We visited often, watching lambs bounce around and grow big through the summer. ...
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