is our only opportunity to be an athlete when we are young and in school/college? or can we continue the quest of athletics as we age? should athletes only be the best of the best or does anyone applying themselves and working at a sport get to call themselves an athlete? I grew up... Continue Reading →
I seldom talk to the farmer during harvest... so when asked the question 'how is harvest going?', I tend to have a dumb expression on my face... it's not that I have no interest in the yields and breakdowns and which piece of land we are on... it is more the fact that I am... Continue Reading →
one of the best things my parents did for me growing up was teaching me that there is one day out of every week that is different than the rest... Sundays in our home involved church, having Greatgrandma Price over for lunch (or a family from church) for Shake'n'Bake chicken, afternoon nap (we let the... Continue Reading →
the farmer has the kids out hunting this morning and I am researching and dreaming up vegetarian meals for the week... I feel like our relationship is a constant plot against one another to me, fall time is a celebration of vegetables... the farmer is ruled by a primal need to stock the freezer with... 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 →
once or twice a year I make potato salad... salads in general can take a long time to make and potato salad is up there for wrecking most of your afternoon... this summer though I discovered THE best way to cook potatoes from the garden... 12 minutes on manual in the Instant Pot with about... Continue Reading →
I felt something crawling down the side of my forehead… I lifted my hand up and grabbed it… took one look and placed it in the sink and crushed it with the backside of a spoon that was in there… I had a silent scream inside me but was in the middle of making a... Continue Reading →
May is a big month... aside from the small thing called 'seeding' going on, there is spring hockey and baseball to get the kids to... there is a yard to take care of and a garden to plant... my birthday and Mother's Day all in the same busy month for the poor farmer to deal... Continue Reading →
who will cook? not me... is generally the answer most would gravitate to... it was my 38th birthday yesterday and I'm not exactly sure what age it hit me at that I would cook... and enjoy cooking... but it didn't begin that way... when I first met the farmer at college, I was 19 and had... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 