You know when sometimes you just feel like a silly looking little cactus?
Because I do.
A windy day at Smorgasburg with the manfriend at long, long last.
This is a small nest of drip tape we spent last week trying to unravel to combat the incessant dryness. After hours of going through about ten times as much tape as pictured here, Sophie observed:
“Well, it wouldn’t be irrigation if it didn’t make you want to kill yourself.”
I ordered black beans but they gave me these lovely purple ones instead…
After last year’s CSA membership, I thought I had seen some old carrots…
Wrong.
My darling roommate Sophie. But no it’s not her birthday, don’t encourage her.
Some people will tell you that drinking raw milk is inadvisable due to the possibility that malevolent bacteria are lurking in it, unchecked by pasteurization. These same people would also probably advise against making it into yogurt, a process which involves warming the milk (to a bacteria friendly temperature), adding a spoonful of the good yogurt bacteria, and then leaving the whole concoction at 70 degrees all night (aka bacteria orgy-throwing temperature) and ingesting whichever bacteria strain reigns supreme twelve hours later.
But that’s what I did last friday, and though I only got the chance to eat a few spoonfuls before heading to NY for the weekend, no one seems to be dropping dead around the house from eating it.
That is, unless they all dropped dead simultaneously in my absence and no one has found their bodies yet…
The most upsetting thing about the above hypothetical is that my subsequent thought upon musing it was “so I guess I would have to take a cab to our house from the train station.”
#lactoseinducedsociopathy
Lookin goooooood.
A good way to test your Bobcat driving savvy is to try to turn a one-ton pile of decomposing chicken manure without the glass door in front to protect you.
No chicken manure in lap/face/eyes/mouth? You pass!
Your prize is a gust of wind and some soiled waste hay in your hair.
And on ladders. It’s just as safe as it sounds.
Not snow, apple wood dust.
