Saturday, July 13, 2019

Ag Education 101



One of the reasons that I do this blog--other than poking fun at Captain--is to inform the general public about the ins and outs and ups and downs of farming.  Believe me, we will use any opportunity as a teachable moment in order to raise public awareness about agriculture.

Even better is when that education can be done in person.  Such as the other night when my good friend, James, and his husband, Herman, came to visit.

James was the first physician I worked for when I started at Mayo Clinic.  He was in his residency then and we sort of learned the Mayo way together.  We've stayed close over the years even though visits have been rare but precious.

Usually when James is in town, I meet him for lunch, and we catch up which is what we did several months ago.  At that time, I told him the next time he was in Rochester, he and Herman should come out for supper because then Herman and Captain could get in on the fun, too.



That day rolled around on Wednesday.  They got here early enough that we took a leisurely tour around the Brogan Ranch to peruse Calf Country, the flower beds, and the vegetable garden.  Bonus round in the vegetable garden was identifying all the weeds that they don't have in Phoenix:  quack grass, lamb's quarters, and water hemp.



After that we expanded our tour, and Captain drove us around some of the back roads so James and Herman could see soybean fields, corn fields (which all look like crap right now), and hay fields.  We rounded out the tour at a neighbor's dairy farm where Captain helps out several days a week.

They got to see a different Calf Country, some chickens, Hamilton the 500-pound pet pig, a free stall barn, and a milking parlor.  Herman even got to strip out a quarter on one of the cows!

You know how sometimes when you are introducing someone to something that is well outside their wheelhouse, and they ask questions but you can tell it is just for form's sake?  Not so this time at all.  They asked intelligent and thought-provoking questions and were genuinely interested in the answers and learning more about where food comes from and what it takes to get it from farm to table.  I love when that happens!



By the end of the tour, we were all hungry so we headed back to our house.  I went in to finish getting supper ready while Captain gave a Farm Machinery introduction class outside.  James and Herman now know everything about corn planters and AgCo Allis tractors!

We had hoped to be able to enjoy the evening on the deck but rain showers changed those plans so we simply visited around the table.  Herman had hit up the farmer's market in Rochester and put together a wonderful salad that was A-MAZE-ING!  Captain even had seconds of that for two reasons:  (1) he really likes salad and (b) he really doesn't like meatballs.  We all pretty much gorged ourselves over much laughter and good conversation.

The meal was rounded out with some of what I told them was half-assed mousse (not moose, eeeuuuwww).  It was a recipe I had tested for Cook's Country, and I had biffed it up a bit by folding the chocolate into the eggs instead of folding the eggs into the chocolate.  Didn't matter; it still tasted okay.  Looked a little funny, but tasted just fine!

After we waved them good bye at almost 10:30, Captain said to me, "I hope they enjoyed hearing and seeing all the farm stuff."  Sharing our knowledge with others is always a positive thing, but when we can share it with good friends, it's even better!

Monday, July 8, 2019

She Shed Shennanigans


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Ladies, have you ever been so upset with your significant other that for your own sanity--and his physical well-being--you have needed some space to cool down? 

Yeah, I didn't think I was the only one.  Even Cubby is on board this train.  She stayed overnight last week, and during the course of the evening when I was not home, Grampa took the tablet away from her so she couldn't watch YouTube anymore. 

When I got home from my meeting (and kudos to Grampa for Cubby-sitting in my absence), she comes running to the door to tattle on him. 

"Gramma, Grampa was being a putz!"  She put on a little pouty face and said, "He took away the tablet." 

Cry me a river, honey bunny; you'll live.  Did you have fun anyway?  Of course she did.  

On the same note, my friend, Marcie, and I were talking about this the other day, and we decided that a Shared She Shed for Shelter from Shitheads is a must in any community.  What say y'all?  

Am I right?  Men have had their gentlemen's clubs and Man Caves for years.  As if they need to take a break from the wonderful women that they are married to; I mean, come on!

The S.S.S.S. would only be open and available to those citizens not burdened with a Y chromosome and would be open 24/7 as a Her Haven. 

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Some of the perks would include:
  • Endless supplies of wine, chocolate, caramel, and coffee.  
  • There would be no calories in anything that is eaten.  
  • It would need to have comfortable seating for those all-night gripe and grumble sessions.  
  • Sleeping accommodations for when someone tried to deplete the wine supply.
  • It would automatically clean itself.  
  • There would be a meditation garden for that Zen feeling.
  • No cell phone reception.
  • No clocks.
I am not saying we don't love our guys, because we do.  I'm just saying that sometimes we all need to recharge our girl power without XY interference.  

Because this isn't feasible (damn and double damn), we have to find other ways to decompress.  For some, that means immersing themselves in music or other fine arts.  For others, it is physical activity.  Yes, I am talking about beating the rugs and imagining it is your man. 

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For me, it's crocheting.  I know enough simple patterns that I can sit down and do by rote without having to think about it, leaving my mind free to empty out and rejuvenate itself.  It's an activity I can be alone and enjoy or have company with other happy hookers and do a little venting while creating.  

Whatever it takes to help us maintain our relationships is good because at the end of the day, it is our relationships that will get us through anything.  

But wine and caramel don't hurt.  Just saying!