Passion Party

Where we live the days of Tupperware parties have gone by the wayside and it is more common now to end up with an invitation to a passion party*.  While those little gatherings are educational to say the least, they are nothing compared to the passion party that Scott and I have been having!  We purchased this Big Boy last year and, as promised, it has brought back the spark to our union.

Oh, yeah, BABY!

Who knew that dehydrating food could be so exhilarating, so stimulating?  Well, I must be honest here and tell the full story.  Scott does all the work.  He slices and slices and slices while I do nothing.  Why then is this better than couples therapy?  Because any man who slices, dices, chops, cooks, and cleans in a kitchen is HOT!  Wow, just thinking about Scott as a kitchen queen is making me blush!  Maybe queen isn't the right description, but it is what comes to mind.

Anyway, so far, we have been quite limited in the variety of fruit we have filled this beast with.  To date, we have processed hundreds of pounds of peaches, pears, apples, and cherries.  Now, we do hope to expand our repertoire, but really there are only so many hours in the day. And, we can only eat so much dried fruit.....sorry, we are mere humans.   But, do take a look as how perty the results are...

Apples, cherries, and peaches....OH MY!

Oh, and perhaps I lied a little bit about me just sitting around.  See those cute bags?  I made those!  And, yes, I do know that I put peaches in an apple bag, but I haven't yet sewn the peach bag....Geez!

Well, today the Big Boy was humming along sucking the life out of a batch of sliced peaches when I noticed how dusty it had become.  Since I find Scott irresistible when he is dehydrating and because after years and years and years and years of marriage I understand the importance of highlighting the good times, I decided to do something about the dust ridden Big Boy FAST.  Thus, I whipped out a little insurance for The Stimulator today which will keep him clean and happy and functioning for eternity.

Sometimes having too much fabric sitting around is a good thing!

And, NO, Scott is not The Stimulator.....he's MY Big Boy......

Cheers,

Crafty Farmer

*If you have never been to a passion party, you have not lived.  To see a group of women being introduced to the latest and greatest in the sex toy world by a "traveling saleslady" is, well, HILARIOUS!

Operation Trough Retrieval

Okay, we are not used to a plethora of rain here, but lately we have been dumped on.  So, our pig pen has become a swimming hole with an emphasis on hole.  Some, probably lethal, combination of water, sh*t, and dirt have taken over and the pigs are wading around trying to find a dry spot.  What this also means is that their troughs have filled with this batter too.  Because we prefer our meat to not eat sh*t soup, I sent my youngest into the pen for Operation Trough Retrieval which did make me feel a little evil.

I wasn't sure he was going to make it out alive or that we wouldn't have to give him a bleach bath when he was done.

If you feel nauseous looking at these photos, please step away from your computer because I don't think vomit and keyboards were meant for one another.

In the end, my baby made it out okay even though my boots (See!  I am not all that evil after all!  I let him borrow my rain boots to go in there!) are now destroyed.  And, the troughs are cleaned and relocated to the driest (HAH!) part of their pen.

Cheers,

Crafty Farmer

To Blog or Not to Blog

Since we moved to the "country" over four years ago, A LOT has changed in our lives.  We went from being average suburban dwellers to being, well, farmers....I think.....

Anyway, as we have evolved into farmers, many stories have been left behind.  Due to what I fondly refer to as prodding by friends, I have decided that many of our crazy exploits do need to be shared.  Believe me when I say that you just can't make this stuff up......

So, stay tuned and I will try to provide some insight on what it's like to be modern homesteaders in today's crazy world!

Cheers,

Crafty Farmer