So, the fella forwarded me an invite to another of our friend’s quarterly farm supper events… and had one of his always-pragmatic suggestions… that “instead of writing dear diaries to the internet world, maybe you can plan and execute farm dinners. hmm. just a thought.” Those who know me know that this is a frequent day-dream of mine… I just have a hard time a) with the current state of our venue(s), and b) with the idea of charging my friends to come over for dinner.
As far as issue a)… either I could get creative and use someone else’s space… (Catington Station? Ahem?)… get a hustle on and get our house put together, or capitalize on the current rough slate we’ve got. Sure, we’ll just throw a tarp over the double stack of insulation and work-related mess, issue our guests parkas at the door, and charge them double for the grittiness of it. Free dinner for anyone who manages to shoot the rat.
Yes, the rat, which has set up camp behind the oven, evaded numerous pellet-gun assassination attempts, tip-toed around the jumbo glue-traps placed on either side of the rear of the oven, and stolen the peanut I used to bait the snap-trap on the counter. Ew. Crafty little bastard… and I can’t poison it as I’m afraid it will die IN the oven. The fella of course countered that the rat could be the first course… “organic indoor raised free range rat”. I’ve eaten ‘coon. I’ve eaten squirrel. I realize the hypocrisy, and I’m sure the difference is purely semantic, but I can’t see myself trying or preparing rat unless actually starving. Our friend, to whom we related our woes at New Years, said he’d dispatched many a rat when he resided at The Grand Manor, and suggested sardines as foolproof bait. I’ll be trying that this afternoon… as soon as I figure out how to ensure that I don’t catch a Rott instead. I guess that’s one way to train her once and for all to stop counter-surfing when we’re not looking… but a little too harsh for my liking as it could actually really hurt her instead of just teaching her a hard lesson. Hm.
As far as the charging for dinner thing… I guess that’s my own hang-up and inner-cheapness that I need to get over. I love feeding people… most folks love my food… and cooking for people is what I paid a LOT of money to learn how to do well. Most people spend a lot of money going out to eat… why shouldn’t they support what we’re doing at the same time? That said, send me an email, or comment if you want to get added to the email list if and when we put one of these together!