This is me lunking around with Agnes and Marie after their TV debut. 
The TV show is with the scariest woman named Paula. I thought she was the devil, and the goats thought she was a predator. They pooped and peed everywhere and I was so proud of them. When it was over they cleaned up all the leaves in the driveway and I fed them stale corn chips. 
It airs on Monday and maybe I will put the link on here so everyone can understand how scary Paula was. 

This is me lunking around with Agnes and Marie after their TV debut. 

The TV show is with the scariest woman named Paula. I thought she was the devil, and the goats thought she was a predator. They pooped and peed everywhere and I was so proud of them. When it was over they cleaned up all the leaves in the driveway and I fed them stale corn chips. 

It airs on Monday and maybe I will put the link on here so everyone can understand how scary Paula was. 

I went food crazy the other day.

Shown here: salsa (with jalapenos from the garden), pumpkin cheesecake (with fresh chevre instead of cream cheese), and graham cracker toffee (with chocolate and nuts).

I also made granola with craisins, a batch of yogurt, and a batch of caramel-apple butter that I canned.

I didn’t know what to do with the left over pureed pumpkin so I made pumpkin ice cream. Bam, problem solved. 

I went to a fancy fund-raising dinner for a college near me (near me means an hour away since nothing is near me). Everything was dontated by local farms and cooked by the students in the cullinary program. The food was really good, the drinks were great, and desserts blew my mind. The best part was when they brought out three (3!) different kinds of butter. One of them had little holes in it that were full of honey. I love butter. 

blogging is hard

Lately blogging is hard. Mostly because I am feeling disenchanted with this whole situation.

The problem might just be my expectations. I am at a cool place and I am doing cool things, but it’s not exactly what I was hoping for. I was looking for an honest-to-god homestead where life is centered around creating the vitals that you need to get by. I was looking for community and intention. This place, without a doubt, has all of these things, but not to the extent that I expected. I feel like I am living in a strange middle ground. 

Perhaps my expectations were unreasonable. Or maybe this just isn’t exactly the right place for me, but it does exist somewhere. Partially I am figuring out what I do want, I guess. But sometimes it makes me grumpy and I want to run away. 

An upside of this whole experience/the worst part of this whole shit hole is that I have had plenty of time to think. It’s great because I think this is the first time that I have actually come to a complete stop to think in a very long time. The problem is that I keep thinking about the same 7 things all day, every god damn day. And the more I think about them the more they become one big thought that I can’t, for the life of me, put my finger on.

Whatever. I am going to a goat expo on Thursday and I will just think about goats and it will be cool.