Oh hello there. Have you wondered where I’ve been? Well I’m alive and well. Just sitting over here living my double life. Yes, double life. And believe me, it’s a weird sensation. Every morning I wake up, rub the sleep out of my eyes, gulp down some coffee, slap my face and yell “Hurrah!” before running outside in the freezing cold weather wearing nothing but my nightgown and some rubber…
I’ve had a few moments lately where I’ve just looked around and thought “Huh. That can’t be good”. I will admit that as a general rule, we tend to be a bit slow on the reaction time. Like that time when we brought home goats…..and then built the shelter. Or the time the rabbit had babies. And then had more babies 30 days later. You would think that I would…
Let the record show I hate baking cookies. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because it’s finicky. Chill the dough? Do I have to? (truth be told I never do). Roll out, drop by the spoonful, cut, shape, roll into a ball, roll in cinnamon sugar. Seriously, leave me alone! But I often crave cookies. Big manly cookies. Cookies the size of my face. And it just so happens…
When I sat down to write my recipe for Cinnamon Buns, this is what came out instead. I waffled a bit about posting it, because, well, it’s a bit intense, and a bit personal. But I believe bloggers need to maintain a level of realness. I’ve also been noticeably absent from the blog for several months, and while I’ve been moving, building, and reorganizing my life there was a bit…
Breeding season is coming to an end in these parts. While part of me is ready to pull my bullhorn out, announce that’s a wrap, escort the male stud out, then yell action on “Part 2 – the birth of the babies”, I suppose I have a while to wait yet. These things inevitably take time. So, while the Mama’s are growing the babies, let’s talk about goat love. But…
I promised on Facebook and Instagram that I would bring you this soup recipe. And then I promptly went on with my life, while you sat, suspended in time, waiting for the recipe to drop. Time passed. Days went by. Leaves fell from the trees. And finally, when all hope was seemingly lost, April looked up from what she was doing and thought “Oh yeah, soup”. I apologize leaving you…