Winter has arrived full force on the farm.
Our days are blustery cold and clear...
our nights even colder.
A fire in the fireplace keeps the farmhouse toasty and inviting...
a welcomed retreat from the chill of outdoor chores.
I wanted to take a moment to share a farm tradition with you.
Traditions are important.
They are the foundation of wonderful family memories.
Over the past couple of years, we have carried on our tradition of
family farm breakfast every Sunday morning at 9 AM.
Family and guests are treated to a scrumptious (usually homegrown) feast.
We sit around the table filling ourselves with farm fresh eggs, or omelets,
hotcakes, French toast, or Belgian waffles,
fried potatoes and sweet potatoes.
We share farm stories and tales of the preceding week...
filling the dining room with laughter.
It is a treat we all look forward to,
and one I hope will be a cherished memory to family and friends
long after we are gone.
It's a tradition, and a good one.
So, if you ever find yourself in our neck of the woods on any given Sunday morning...
join us for farm breakfast!
We always say...."the more the merrier!"
Sunday is usually a day spent with family.
Walks in the woods with the dogs,
or walks with the pigs,
and time spent with the animals is usually a big part of our day.
Yesterday, Andy (our 27 year old "wannabe" chef) treated us to an early supper
of homemade stromboli.
I made homemade mozzarella cheese...
which Andy added to wonderful Italian meats and dough.
The end result....
scrumptious, mouth watering stromboli!
Another corner of the kitchen was occupied by Amanda and royal icing...
Christmas cookie time!
We had a great family day with wonderful meals.
A day rated F+....
family, food, fellowship, fun...
Here's a look ahead at tomorrow's post....
"What to do when your pigs enter the terrible twos."