I'm doing a blog about the weather because, quite frankly, I'm concerned. This past winter we here in Kentucky had the worst winter storm we'd seen in 30 years. Now July passes through and it's the first time on historical record that the temperature didn't surpass 90 anywhere in KY for the whole month. Typically the highs would be pushing 100 as we headed into August. Now we are smack-dab in the middle of Aug and it has been mid 80s, breezy and low humidity all week. Now don't get me wrong here. I am loving it now. As a person who spends the majority of his working day outside, this is ideal. Even all the thunderstorms have rolled in about midnight to lull me to sleep. I guess I'm just concerned that this mild summer weather is going to lead to a very bad winter.
So as I ponder the weather, I am sitting at my kitchen table, sipping my chicory and coffee and enjoying the fruits of my morning labor: a 3 egg omelette made with eggs from my own hens and cheese I made myself from goats milk (also from my little farm). Toast made from bread made with wheat flour that I raised and ground myself and some spicy pork sausage with extra sage made from a hog that I raised and butchered myself (the actual slaughtering took place on the morning that the aforementioned winter storm hit).
It's times like these that I wonder what a vegetarian eats for breakfast and feel a little bit sorry for them as well. Much in the same way some of them probably feel sorry for this hog on my plate and the little baby chickens who never got to see a Kentucky sunrise. But take heart. The pig had a good, albeit short life. He lazed about, had his ears scratched and went swimming some and pretty much ate like a, well, like a pig. The chickens don't seem to mind the missing eggs. All the rides they take on my shoulders must distract them. And for the goat, I use lotion and warm my hands up first.
Now I'm not putting people down for being vegetarian. I'm not even poking fun. People have their reasons. I can see health issues and such. Some people do have some strange ideas though. I stick to my sources; the bible and basic human physiology. Anyway, to each their own.
So as I ponder the weather, I am sitting at my kitchen table, sipping my chicory and coffee and enjoying the fruits of my morning labor: a 3 egg omelette made with eggs from my own hens and cheese I made myself from goats milk (also from my little farm). Toast made from bread made with wheat flour that I raised and ground myself and some spicy pork sausage with extra sage made from a hog that I raised and butchered myself (the actual slaughtering took place on the morning that the aforementioned winter storm hit).
It's times like these that I wonder what a vegetarian eats for breakfast and feel a little bit sorry for them as well. Much in the same way some of them probably feel sorry for this hog on my plate and the little baby chickens who never got to see a Kentucky sunrise. But take heart. The pig had a good, albeit short life. He lazed about, had his ears scratched and went swimming some and pretty much ate like a, well, like a pig. The chickens don't seem to mind the missing eggs. All the rides they take on my shoulders must distract them. And for the goat, I use lotion and warm my hands up first.
Now I'm not putting people down for being vegetarian. I'm not even poking fun. People have their reasons. I can see health issues and such. Some people do have some strange ideas though. I stick to my sources; the bible and basic human physiology. Anyway, to each their own.
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