So, its 6:45 in the morning. The sun is barely awake, and there I am sipping coffee and eating a piece of blueberry cake as a kind lady by the name of Jen is explaining the agenda. In a day full of processing chickens, one processes chickens until there are no more chickens. Then you […]
Warning: This post includes words about the evisceration of birds. Its kinda gross, and maybe not your thing. Intentionally not posting any pictures. So, this past Saturday, I processed some chickens. What does that mean, you ask? It means that I got very well acquainted with the parts of the chicken you do not get […]
One bushel and peck of apples later, and I made friends with this tree.
When my parents got married, they honeymooned in Boston in the fall. I was eight, and I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. We had trees in Kansas, and just like in New England, they change colors and fall. I have now found the difference is that New England is a bit […]