We are headed down the island to farm-sit...and 'friend sit'. Brent of B&P's Farm has been injured and needs a hand around the place while Penny is away for work. So down we go to a little piece of heaven . We'll be working hard feeding and caring for the animals and poor injured Brent and we're really excited...I'm a bit nervous about the feeding issue since Brent is used to Penny's amazing cooking. But I am a chronic scrambled egg dinner with salad kind of cook. Not really gourmet. Jeff was the cook in our house. When he was home, I rarely cooked a meal after 4pm. In fact, Christmas dinner is already filling me with trepidation. I have cooked one turkey in my life. It was with my beloved longtime roommate, Heidi, in my early twenties and we were so proud of ourselves that we took pictures of the finished bird. So, I am apologizing in advance to Brent for my cooking skills and the lack thereof. Also, in the awful probably not unlikely event that Freckles may cause some...carnage on the farm. I assure you that he'll be restrained but....he can open an incubator, man!
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A few musings of a homeschooling, crafting, neurotic, organic loving and, most of all, kiddo adoring mommy...I've now become a widow. My best friend and husband died of a pulmonary embolism on March 25th, 2008. This blog has now become a place for me to mentally unload and try to figure out how to do this and who I am without him.