This summer has been the fastest summer I can ever remember. I heard this once, or maybe saw it on Pinterest, that when you become a parent, the hours go by slowly but the days go by fast. Boy, whoever said that deserves lots of wine, because it is so true. This summer I was lucky enough to be able to head to Arizona with my mom for a much needed mother daughter trip. We basically ate, drank, and lounged our way through Arizona. [Read more…]
Last I left you, I was about to bust the doors open on the dairy farming industry. Well, not really. But I do want to share with you some interesting tidbits Mike and I learned while talking with Linnea, Joel, and their nutritionist in a cramped hot little office on the farm. Maybe I was the only one who was hot. Why did I wear skinny jeans? [Read more…]
Pop quiz readers: What is my dream job??
Duh! Working on a dairy farm!
On Friday, with Mike in tow, I got to visit a dairy farm in Woodstock, Illinois. Yes, my dream job is to spend my days on a dairy farm, milking cows and making cheese every single day. So, when I got the chance to visit the Kooistra farm, I was elated. [Read more…]
I hope everybody had a blessed, happy, and filling holiday. I am so thankful for every single one of you! I count my blessings every time I hunt and peck out a new blog post on my keyboard.
Since Mike, Weezer, and I are all still recovering, unwinding, and unpacking from our holiday adventure, here is a little peek inside!
I will be back with a recipe tomorrow!
Recently, I wrote about how my bum (love you boo boo) of a husband was still, after seven years of me asking, refusing to go apple picking or to a pumpkin patch with me, his wonderful wife. I sent out a want ad on Facebook for a group to third-wheel it with to a farm/orchard.
Luckily, my lovely sisters-in-law heard my plea.
They and their great husbands herded me along with my nieces and nephews into their fleet of minivans and we were off. Off to Harvard, Illinois and the quaint and welcoming Royal Oak Farm.
It was the perfect fall day. The perfect day for me to lose my apple picking virginity!
Brunch. Apple Cinnamon French Toast. To. Die. For.
Gold Rush apples are the apple of Illinois. The perfect balance of sweet and sour.
Lots of apple picking. Some tiny people were so into it they dumped out my entire bag of apples just so they could pick more. Cough…. Megan…. Cough!
Finding weird gords, butternut squash, and acorn squash for fifty cents each was one of the high points in my day!
Did I mention they had pumpkins too? As many as you could fit in a wheelbarrow, all for twenty bucks!
Petting zoos and carousels for the kids. Fancy looking roosters. So much in one day!
You and me both buddy!