Laundry–mountains and mountains of laundry–that’s what you get with a 4 kid family, a farm, and a husband who doesn’t believe he’s really accomplished anything unless he gets filthy in the process.
Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s the gravy that binds
The mostly true story of love, ambition, and the quest for a passable sawmill gravy
Don’t trash a visit to the landfill! Every so often, we accumulate enough junk here at the farm to warrant a trip to the local landfill. No matter what we’re hauling, you can guarantee it’s going to be an adventure.
I had one of those seminal realizations…an epiphany…as I prepped my calendars, lists, files, etc. for the new year and it has made a surprising difference. For the first time in forever, I resolved not to resolve jack!
What traditional dishes do you serve, Gentle Reader, that your darlings snurl their pert little noses at? Surely, I’m not the only mom who “tortures” her family with “disgusting foods from the Great Depression”. Chime in!