And some wickedly spooky things are happening with those goats over at Mini Milkers Farm…..
One of BFF Karen’s incredible edible haunted house creations. She says this was the “bad” one – yeah okay, Martha. Apparently, Karen made another; a prize-winning Victorian-decrepit version. However…..
Tucker, the lovable canine garbage disposal………
Ate it.
There has been an extraordinary amount of life and not so many recipes around here these last couple of weeks: bat-mitzvahs and college breaks, clambakes and chili cook-offs, great dates who become MIA, and catastrophic ones who won’t, and so very gratefully, workworkworkworkwork. But you don’t really want to hear about all of that, now, do you?
R.I.P. Steven B. With the dearest memories of fantastic family beach vacations from what feels to be a lifetime ago.
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i love that kid
i want that kid
except she lives in paradise and i live in nashville
maybe K can loan her to me?
great site – can’t wait to see what’s in store for everyone with the goat milk… don’t they have to get a boy goat too?
ix-nay on the boy goat. the boys are staaaanky and taint the milk. males will only be around for stud purposes and are then quickly banished. as it should be :-).
LOL!! Tucker is so adorable and reminds me of Dante. Dante just loves food and will eat just about ANYTHING! But he’s never eaten a haunted house….yet!