Monthly Archives: April 2011

Suddenly, things have become a little too hands-on: A sweaty quart of goat boob juice It’s happening again.  I know too much. I don’t care who you are — once you’ve squeezed your goat’s teats until your breakfast drink comes … Continue reading →

I feel I haven’t been forthright about the surge of agrarian in my lifestyle. There are times when, instead of feeling like my morning is one long reading from the book of Psalms, I find myself wondering who is available to watch the kids … Continue reading →

I don’t expect anybody to understand it, but I could stand out there for hours — and mean I have, I guess — watching the chickens scratch behind the piggies, and watching the piggies dig behind the goats. And here comes … Continue reading →

  Welp, I have done the impossible. I have achieved sandwich bread perfection. Through trial and error, through rises and falls, through … four weeks of maternity leave, I have finally made the perfect sandwich bread. It’s a partial white/wheat/oat concoction that can withstand the … Continue reading →