Karl wasn't feeling too well yesterday. His head is really aching from this latest surgery. In spite of feeling ucky he managed to go (it took some coaxing) to his friend's lamb roast. This is an annual event for us. I think we have attended the last five years.
The women who hosts the party is a biologist and a big gardener. She has the same weird trees in her yard that I have which is saying something. Last year her Kentucky Coffee looked much bigger than mine but maybe because I threatened to dig up mine last spring mine has really taken off. She collects orchids and has a small green house filled with orchids attached to her house. Pretty nice place to eat your breakfast I would imagine. Yesterday there was a very loud tree frog in greenhouse. Somewhere in the rosemary.
They live on a farm and raise a small herd of sheep, chickens, sometimes turkeys, geese, and three cows. I am not sure when they sleep. Last year they were bringing in the hay when everyone arrived for the party but this year it was all safely rolled up. We joked with their son about pushing one of the bales down the hill but he told us he had actually tried it out once. "I had to jump in front of it when I realized it was just going to keep rolling." "Forever." We took his word for it and didn't try it.
The food is always wonderful at this party. It's always potluck and always attended by people from all over the world. Usually there a big group of South Americans, Russians, Chinese, Serbs etc. That is my kind of potluck. Not one person brought a bag of chips. Of course the main attraction is roasted lamb. I have to say that I don't find roasted lamb nearly so appetizing when it looks so lamb -like just before you eat it. This year I decided I just couldn't do it. Although I enjoy roasted lamb as much as the next person I passed. I am one of those people who really should be vegetarian but loves a good steak so much...
Today, we are having some much needed rain. That will make cleaning up the garden for Fall that much easier! The trees are starting to turn and seems the colors may be outstanding this year. Driving up to the farm yesterday, Karl and I debated which was better: dark gloomy clouds as a backdrop for the leaves or sunshine making them sparkle. At any rate they bring out the photographer in the most innocent of us.
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As an actual vegetarian, let me just say "ick". But to each their own.
I'm with you Cindy. I'd like to be a vegetarian but sometimes the craving for a good steak is just too much. I also like lamb but don't think I could partake when it still actually looks like a lamb and not a chop.
I have been saying for a while, if I think about it too much I would have to be a vegetarian so I just choose not to think about where meat comes from. Meat comes from the grocery store, end of story.
I have been to pig roasts before where I declined the meat, putting a face on dinner ruins it for me.
Speaking of pigs...at the last Thanksgiving we had at my dad's, his wife Jan cooked a whole pig instead of turkey. It was very disconcerting to be sitting at the dinner table with a pig (head and all) right in the middle of the table (even if the pig had the proverbial apple in it's mouth).
I think it must have started very early for Cindy. She has often told me the story about her Dad fixing a very special dinner of rabbit. When he pulled the pan from the oven and brought it to the table, there were all these little rabbits lined up in a row, laying in the pan. She said she could not bring herself to eat them. I guess stargazer pie can also be quite graphic this way, but I have only read about it.
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