I am a cookie snob. No need to stroll through the cookie aisle of the grocery store. Sometimes I consider all the additives that allow those plastic packages to sit for months or more, but mostly I don’t like the taste. Even the fresh, bakerymade confections have little appeal.
We have all heard it before. Before the end of the visit, the doctor will usually ask, “Do you have any questions?” That is usually the precise moment that my mind goes completely blank. Every question I can think of seems silly or embarrassing.
When I signed on to take over the community garden plot on the edge of town, I had a pretty good idea that I was biting off more than I could chew. And I mean that literally – I knew it would be a lot of work, but also that it would (hopefully) produce far more than I could eat.
“Just eat one bite. You need to try it.” It was one of the rules at our supper table when we grew up on the farm. Most often, the rule applied to vegetables. Asparagus, cooked spinach, carrots. We were expected to put one spoonful on our plate.
She was a baby in the mid-seventies and never forgot the winters of her youth or that one particular drought in the nineties.She struggled through the lean times when food was short, and without any resources, she was underwater half the time not unlike many of the residents of her neighborhood.
DeAnn (Wolkow) KruempelCare centers across the country carry on a weekly ritual; they take residents out on a drive through the country. Pull up the van, engage the lift. Wheelchairs, walkers and canes are standard equipment.
This week, Millie, one of the ewes we’d bred to be a fall lamber, had a set of twins. She is a bit shy and often hangs back when some of the other, more social ewes crowd around to greet me.