Well, ex-c-use me.

I eat good food.

Daughter C.– who’s officially moved to Starkvegas– has come back to the Farm for a few days to tend to the Farm and the Dogs in our absence.

Just look at those windows! Filthy, filthy, filthy. Excuse me.

Mr. Big Food grilled a couple of ribeyes on the occasion of Daughter C’s return to the Farm.


We watched some crappy old second season SNL and– in SNL context– talked about ancient history.