Apocalyptic Potatoes
Just this last weekend, I was with a group of women at our church kitchen preparing for the Missionette's Honor Star Crowning Ceremony.
But this year, I had a special plastic bag on the counter for all of the vegetable and fruit stems and peelings. For our pigs of course. At the end of the night, as I stuffed decorative leaf lettuce in the bags, I mentioned how excited our chickens would be for a little of the lettuce.
Jen: "You have chickens too?"
Me: "Oh, yes... chickens, pigs... we're a regular farm these days."
Jen: "My husband is talking about wanting chickens."
Me: "Well, keep him away from Jason, or he'll have him talked into them pretty quickly."
Jen: "Ahem, I think he's the one that started it."
Me: "Oh great. I am SO sorry."
Sarah: "Now, Nicole... you knew Jason was a farmer when you married him."
Me: "That's the problem. He was NOT a farmer when I married him. Not even close. No one told me people change!"
Women: "Haha. Hahahahaha."
We had fun that night, and all of our "husband-bashing" (as Jason calls it) was in good fun. We didn't mean any of it.
But really... I didn't know that my husband would turn into a farmer. I gave in to the argument for pigs. I finally caved to the incubator and the eggs that hatched into chicks. I even advocated for a bigger tub for them to live in while they are occupying part of my dining room until they are old enough to go outside. We have worked together to create a compost bin and a garden. I agreed to the red worm tubs. I put my foot down about goats and we agree to never own cows... but I sometimes worry.
He alway begins with something like....
'I'm no apolcalyptic zombie junkie...but
But this year, I had a special plastic bag on the counter for all of the vegetable and fruit stems and peelings. For our pigs of course. At the end of the night, as I stuffed decorative leaf lettuce in the bags, I mentioned how excited our chickens would be for a little of the lettuce.
Jen: "You have chickens too?"
Me: "Oh, yes... chickens, pigs... we're a regular farm these days."
Jen: "My husband is talking about wanting chickens."
Me: "Well, keep him away from Jason, or he'll have him talked into them pretty quickly."
Jen: "Ahem, I think he's the one that started it."
Me: "Oh great. I am SO sorry."
Sarah: "Now, Nicole... you knew Jason was a farmer when you married him."
Me: "That's the problem. He was NOT a farmer when I married him. Not even close. No one told me people change!"
Women: "Haha. Hahahahaha."
We had fun that night, and all of our "husband-bashing" (as Jason calls it) was in good fun. We didn't mean any of it.
But really... I didn't know that my husband would turn into a farmer. I gave in to the argument for pigs. I finally caved to the incubator and the eggs that hatched into chicks. I even advocated for a bigger tub for them to live in while they are occupying part of my dining room until they are old enough to go outside. We have worked together to create a compost bin and a garden. I agreed to the red worm tubs. I put my foot down about goats and we agree to never own cows... but I sometimes worry.
He alway begins with something like....
'I'm no apolcalyptic zombie junkie...but
- Someday, I hope we can be totally off the power grid.
- We should really look into a water wheel for the creek.
- This amaranth is supposed to be a really good grain.
- The potato starts I got from this guy at work (who is an apocalyptic zombie junkie) are supposed to have twice the protein of regular potatoes.
- If we could get that other five acres, we could easily have a bunch of goats up there. They'd clear out all the underbrush in no time.
- Did you know that there are guys who are storing 100's of pounds of rice and beans in their garage?'
Have you ever watched Doomsday Preppers?? Maybe they're onto something!
ReplyDeleteOh no! There's a show! If it makes it to Netflix, I'm sure we will end up watching it. :)
DeleteOh my ... Oh my..
ReplyDeleteI hope I'm not scaring you.... haha.
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