“This tug-of-war often obscures what's also happening between us. I am your mother, the first mile of your road. Me and all my obvious and hidden limitations. That means that in addition to possibly wrecking you, I have the chance to give to you what was given to me: a decent childhood, more good memories... Continue Reading →
when your nine year old daughter asks you 'what is a Kardashian?'... and your response is 'it's a role model honey'... you know you have this parenting thing down... now that I feel like a master parent, on to becoming a master chef... after continuous sugar desserts, I thought perhaps the farmers would enjoy and... Continue Reading →
yesterday the young-ins were home from school due to something called labour day... which strikes me as odd due to the fact we've had an entire summer off... and now you are making me look after my own children for something called labour day??? so, I put them to work... in honour of the day...... Continue Reading →
the farmer's Grandma passed away at age 83... she was the matriarch of a family that consists of her amazing farmer husband, 6 children, 22 grandchildren and 48 great-grandchildren... (I could be wrong with this count...) I have begun to write about her roughly 7 times now, have had to stop, delete and re-do... and... Continue Reading →
the boys had to help me get the meal out yesterday... life was busy and I was not home during the crucial hours of 3:30 - 5:30 pm... but I had laid out the ingredients and had instructed both boys on what their role would be in this process... a few concerns I had... Ethan... Continue Reading →
I listen to a lot of podcasts... it used to be audiobooks and then I'd tell people I read the book... but now I've moved on to podcasts... and let me tell you, it is taking an afternoon in the kitchen to a whole new level... at times it is a level of missed ingredients,... Continue Reading →
Everything about the idea of hibernation seems wonderful to me. The eating excessively to ready the body for the months of sleep where it will need to sustain itself off my fat reserve. The deep sleep for a few months when it is dark and cold outside. The giving birth while asleep in my fat... Continue Reading →
if I've decided I'm going to fight with you on the phone... nothing you do or say will stop it... no amount of patience, reasoning, intelligence or common sense will quell my anger... over the past few weeks I have been blogging and posting pictures of either myself or my food... and my internet has been... Continue Reading →
combining canola... and needing buns for the kids lunches... so I made Tracey's cheese buns she has told me about... I did not tackle making them in the figure eight shape she does... I am not that talented... but you should try it because I think it would taste better that way... I love... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 