Some recent happenings at our house include a meal that filled me with an undue amount of pride because of its deliciousness and command of the color spectrum. Behold:
There were carrots in "coin" shape, because they actually do taste better that way, globs of spinach for John and Ike and me to eat, rolls with oatmeal in them (remember my addiction?), and a shoulder roast from one of our goats that was tender and juicy. Grant's way of coping with the moral gray area of eating his pet is channeling his sorrow into lip-smacking gluttony. It's nice knowing that we don't have to try to decide which babies to keep this year, and we can just tell ourselves from the get-go that they aren't pets (even though they will be and we will still be sad when we take them to Premium Meat to get turned into white packages). And it is a good feeling to know that the goats are treated well and fed a proper, healthy diet.
We have a couple of black Windsor chairs I bought from a certain local home furnishings company a couple of years ago, which I have had to glue at least 5 times because they kept coming apart. They're okay as long as you don't try to use them for the purpose for which they were intended, so that means they get to be side tables now. I'm very excited about replacing them, because I have had my eye on these chairs for a while now:

We have gotten more snow this winter than we have in probably 25 years or so.
2 comments:
Food looks good Layne. Don't you just feel great when you feed your family well?! When we had our calves butchered, everybody felt badly, for awhile. I think that it helped that we had named them -- Hamburger Helper, Roast Beast, and then there was Robby. He was from my pet so that was a little harder but he was just as tasty. ;)
Our former stud goat had a companion wether named "Taco."
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