Been A Long Time…

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It's not that I've forgotten to write…I see my blog page every day when I log into my computer. I quickly type any title I can into my Google window, just so my own ineptitude doesn't stare at me through my screen. Well, there is no excuse except my own sense of accomplishment, my own morose sense of a thrashing, and just being lazy. But today is that new day, today, Sunday, I am going out to the farm to pick herbs and vegetables to go into yellow crates to be taken to the city by Timothy to be chopped, diced, braised, fried, and garnished into fabulous WF creations. Today is a new day. Hi, sorry I’ve been gone so long.
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4 Comments

  1. Becky Drowatzky
    Posted July 22, 2011 at 5:47 am | Permalink

    I visited your winery 11 years ago and bought one of your baseball caps. I love it and have worn it to death. Is there anyway I can find a replacement?

    Your faithful fan,
    Becky

  2. Madeline
    Posted July 25, 2011 at 6:42 am | Permalink

    I picked up a postcard at Weird Fish and was interested in knowing more about the Ranch Party. The postcard says to go to roshambofarms.com for all the details?? I found nothing about the ranch party.
    The few bits of the blog that I did read left me with a queasy feeling though since the first one was about how you were bleeding and scabbing from poison ivy?? and then the attempt to pick up bees with your child not being protected was terrifying.
    Since Weird Fish is vegan, the bits about MEAT and pigs didn’t make sense.

    I am not a vegan, it just all seemed odd and frustrating not to find the ranch party description. I thought that you’d want to know?
    Madeline Behrens-Brigham/p.s. The name line wouldn’t let me include my full name; perhaps you only want first names.

  3. Posted September 20, 2011 at 10:28 am | Permalink

    Madeline,

    Yes, the ranch party is still on. Farm life is queasy some of the time. Our first lesson was that if we intend to eat meat, we must raise it ourselves. I cried the day our pigs were slaughtered, but I watched and felt compassion for the life and what it means to eat meat. I knew these pigs, and I spent much time sitting with them giving them treats and scratching their ears. Every time I pull out a parcel from my chest freezer I thank them for what they gave to us. As for the bees and my son. He was safe. If you have ever been around a swarm they are actually very safe, I put my hands right into the ball of bees knowing that I would not get stung. So details… I will post them now.

    N

  4. Posted September 20, 2011 at 10:28 am | Permalink

    I have a bunch of them. If you come this weekend and ask for one it’s yours.

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