yesterday i got eggs from these chickens:
they live behind the country store where i bought the eggs. for breakfast, i scrambled those eggs with some thyme from the garden.
and i made this ice cream from that raw milk that my friend mike brought to me the other day:
today my friend ron came to visit and we went apple-picking in this organic orchard:
this was the dessert that we cooked up tonight:
this is why i am where i am. i left nyc -- my friends, constant culture, good food, and cocktails, and bars and boys to flirt with, steady jobs and healthcare -- in favor of living in the middle of nowhere -- few friends, no good restaurants (unless you count subway eat fresh), no cocktail joints, no good coffee, no work, no healthcare...
somehow, it feels like a fair trade.