Yesterday afternoon “Mom? Mom?” “Yes?” “I’ve decided to bake something, too. Can I use a butter from the freezer?” “Of course!” ~~ “Mom? Mom? Do we have any pear brandy?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Are you going to town?” “Yes.” “Are you going to the liquor store?” “Yes.” “Could you get some pear brandy?
As you can see, Daughter C outdid herself. Lovely, don’t you think? The weather is forecast to be very Thanksgivingy– Southern Country Mouse-wise. One or two Thanksgiving orphans will join us. Traditional menu, though not sure what Daughter C and The J-Man are bringing. Table is set. Well. Okay. Underneath all of the dishes &
by Daughter C.
Handmade by Daughter C
It’s incredible! Handmade complete with skulls as banister ornaments, a gargoyle, door knocker– that’s Lurch, by the way– and headless woman.
Daughter C has decided it’s time for Fall. There are ghosts everywhere! Thus concludes your mid-morning dose of real life here on the Farm in rural Mississippi where the temperature is forecast to be … 89° and the cotton farmers are getting anxious because we’ve had so many downpours in the last few days they
When we got back to the Farm late this afternoon, we found a sign on the Kitchen Table proclaiming that supper was baked potato bar. OMG. After supper of Baked Potato Bar we watched the First Episode of Season Three The Good Place. We are Family. REPEAT. We are Family.
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I’ve been boticing that stupid auto-correct fails miserably along the dialect fringe. Gen-U-Ine (for you poor souls that don’t know this, I’m uttering the word, according to Webster, “genuine” as how it’s said, “Gen-U-Ine” by some people. Genuine. It’s a word.) ‘Nuff of that. This is a Genuinely Large Tomato. We’re right proud.
Note the flowers in a shell. Exotic… with a hint of shipwrecked on an island. Mr. Big Food enjoyed Daughter C’s Father’s Day Robinson Crusoe Cocktail immensely. Happy Father’s Day! Wait. Are those lettuce gone to seed flowers? If so, brilliant. There is a certain brilliance of forethought associated with letting things go to seed
The Fifth Doctor Who (Daughter C): An apple a day keeps the… . Oh, never mind. From Kinda (February 1-9, 1982; Peter Davison as “Doctor Who”) Fred Sanford (Mr. Big Food): We could have a little pork and beans now and a little zucchini later. Or a little zucchini now and a little pork and beans
Daughter C found her dress.
Where Were You Built? (Helen E. Hokinson. E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc., New York. 1948)
On August 16, 2016 Daughter C and I opened up the back doors of the tailgate trailer. It was quite a sight! About 10 pounds of s*^t in a five pound tin can that gets incredibly hot in the Mississippi afternoon sun. (There’s a roof vent but none of us can figure out how to
I have put Daughter C in charge of Tailgate decorations. She’s thinking ahead to the October 29th homecoming game against Samford. October 29th. Halloween. She does not want to use the deer skull that belongs to Chris as a tailgate decoration because she worries that it would get broken– and it doesn’t belong to us.
I think I mentioned that I have finished the Primer on Greek Literature. The last chapter was on the Decadence. It was depressing. I did go back and read some of the primary literature from the earlier period (e.g., Demosthenes’ On the Crown, 330 B.C.), but I can’t stop thinking of the Decadence (~300-30 B.C.).
I just read a very interesting article about the Classics, and especially the Aeneid. Meanwhile, Mr. Big Food made Chicken & Pastry with some fresh herbs this evening. We had a salad with lots of home grown tomatoes. The Farm flourished in my absence. A testament to Daughter C. Though there is a toilet paper
Look what Daughter C painted for Mr. Big Food and I! Daughter C, Farther Along Farm’s very own Artist-in Residence.
A response to “The Virtues of Book Ownership“– and essay that really doesn’t speak all that much to virtues as you and I and Aristotle know them– at Acculturated.com Dear Stephanie, I enjoyed your essay, especially the part about letting your daughter skip school to go with you to the mega-book sale. Right on. I thought
I know I’ve really fallen down on the job. It’s not that there’s nothing interesting going on, it’s that there’s a lot of interesting things going on here on the Farm. For example, I bought some new crappy old books today. I chatted with some folks in S’vegas and had some interaction with distant representatives