Vermont trip

Had a quick visit to Stowe, Vermont this weekend.  It was so cute there.

I was recently inspired by the book Animal Vegetable Miracle, so I thought it was just perfect that we had local Vermont beer, chicken, bacon, eggs, milk…and Morroccan clementines which stood out being so far from home.  It did not make them less delicious, though.  I’m really excited to bring boyfriend back to Vermont on Wednesday and show him all the cuteness.

Truck with eyelashes (middle):

I bought this book: Crockett’s Victory Garden at an estate sale.  It is organized by month starting from March and going to February and it lists what you should do in that month (plant, transplant, fertilize, start seeds, etc.) I  am really excited to read it and I want to learn everything in it. This is the picture of the book that I took in the car.

When we were in the condo at Stowe there was a conversation about eggs, and where they come from.  I will break it to you gently, the answer is they come from a hen’s butt.  I am told they are really dirty when they come out.  That’s enough about that. I was thinking about how much my father knew about farming (a lot) and how it seemed odd that a bunch of “city slickers” were coming to the country for one night and discussing how much we know about chicken butts.  It made wish my dad had lived longer so I could ask him about these simple questions about growing food and raising animals.  And I wish he’d had a different attitude when he was alive.  Because I think I remember him talking about events similar to my chicken-and-egg conversation and ridiculing the yuppies for talking about the things we don’t know about. If only he could have seen that the reason we talk about them is because we want to know more, and we only know how to learn from each other.