Foodie Friday

 Dirt is inevitable when you live on a farm. Dirty hands, floors, and feet. When we first moved to the farm, my mother said I was like Zsa Zsa Gabor on Green Acres. I walked my Yorkies on leashes. My  husband was like Eddie Albert, plowing in his Burberry sweater.
We settled into farm life real fast. My secret Fear of Icky Things vanished. I learned to mend fences, gather eggs, bottle feed baby goats.
There's almost too much to love about living in the country. Each day has still, beautiful moments: ducks on the pond, donkeys grazing, lambs scampering after the ewes.
I love gathering eggs on a crisp fall morning. I love it when my husband comes in, minus the Burberry, with grimy hands, and he says, Look at these beautiful eggs.

To make cornbread, a cook needs eggs.
I've been on a cornbread spree. I've made it from scratch, using meal and flour, and I've made it from a mix. Our favorite was a Martha White mix (but I added 2 eggs, creamy milk, and 1 T sugar).

I managed to take a picture before the cornbread disappeared.

Note to self: Stop. Making. Cornbread. Diet!

 Here's a picture of Murphy, one of the three Yorkie boys.

He's the father of Mister and Zap.

(Zap is doing much better--the insulin is bringing down his blood glucose. I'm making more diabetic dog cookies today.)

Finally, a view from my back porch:

No matter what is going on at the farm, I always take a moment at sunset to give thanks.

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