So, later today I'm off to the farm, where as far I can tell, we intend to eat a lot of good food and work to keep things alive.
I called T who, along with J, is already at the farm. The 7-acre sustainable farm. Morning chores had just been completed. I needed to check on what supplies to bring in from the grocery store, and to check on the kinds of cooking appliances we had available to us. The conversation became rather surreal right after I asked if there was an outdoor grill, and T went outside to look:
[Door opens and (I'm not making this up) a chicken clucks]
T: Well, there's not one in the back yard.
T: What? Can you hear the chicken?
L: Yes. You're on the FARM!
T: I know. Okay, no grill in the front yard. Let me look in the garage.
T: Hi, barn kitty.
[Cluck, cluck, cluck]
T: Lawn mower, trash can, dog food. No grill.
L: Okay, well, we can fix the steaks indoors, but I was planning to cook corn on the cob in the husk on the grill. But, I can...oh, wait! They don't have a microwave do they?
T: NO! They're not going to put those microwaves through their healthy food!
So it goes.... Lessons in healthy, sustainable living for four city girls await!
I leave you, surrendering my need for the conveniences of the modern environmentally-unfriendly kitchen, for the comforts of chickens clucking, goats bleating, and cats meowing.
See you Monday!