I'm puzzled by the obvious. We travel down a snow covered dirt road. 5 miles to be exact. Rural. The landscape is beautiful. A virtual white pallet. Open land where ever you look. Remote. Yet we're on a mission. We have a destination. A Brewery. In the middle of nowhere. And much to my surprise. we come to a knoll and there before us is a sea of cars. A gentleman is directing traffic. Yes, this brewery has doubled the size of the town's population at their establishment. The view is breathtaking. I don't drink beer, so there is nothing to impress me there. Except. . . The ... View Post
We Live On A Dairy Farm, And I Have No Milk For My Coffee
Once again, there is no milk for my coffee. This is a conundrum I run into quite often. The irony is, we own a dairy farm. . Elijah could consume a half gallon at a time. His brother is now not quite far behind. . . I would find myself standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, needing milk. . . He would complain; but Elijah would make a special trip down from the barn.. Secretly he knew he would benefit from the milk too. So this morning I find myself without milk. And I improvise with whipped cream. It's not the ... View Post