In Anticipation.

Meat is good.

8:56pm I’m sitting here in our SF condo waiting for Timothy to get out of work. We’re driving back to Healdsburg tonight. I’ve been here three nights and it’s time to go back to the farm. City life is sleeping in time.  Walking the Mission District, spying interesting fashion and eating loads of ethic foods not available back in the “burg” where every restaurant serves thin crust pizza or other Cali-Italian fare. I always go back home sated and hungry to come back to my home in the Mission.

We have guests for Memorial weekend. My deck raising party has been postponed but we have more important tasks to take care of. Thirty-nine teenage chickens need a bigger roost to call home.  It’s not necessary but I would feel like a factory farmer if my girls didn’t get more room to roam and dirt to scratch.

My two best friends from college are coming up tomorrow with their boyfriends. It was their idea to make Memorial weekend a work weekend. It’s funny however that last minute they all decided to pack tubes and bathing suits and tennis rackets. I had to remind them that work gloves and gardening gear were in order. It was their idea anyway!

They won’t be disappointed though. Today Timothy and I loaded up on MEAT. Between what we hope to be 10 guests  throughout the weekend we have 55+ pounds of meat. That means from tomorrow afternoon till Monday afternoon we each need to eat the equivalent of a small dog? We got 30 lbs of pork ribs, 10 lbs of ground beef (for our working man hamburger lunch Sunday) 20 Cajun sausages (also lunch?) 17 lbs of boneless rib eye steaks, 3 lbs of soppressata which I’ve seen timothy eat a half pound in one sitting, and lastly 5 dozen oysters.

I think my colon is going to hurt next week. But at least I can share that with my friends?