Dinner Fit For A King
Since we moved to our farm(stead), I've mentioned how welcome our neighbors have made us feel, and that feeling continues. For one thing, people still wave when they drive by, and we've gone to "neighborhood" shindigs or whatever you might want to call it where the folks on the road just come together for an evening of food and fun. Last night we attended one of these supper get together opportunities that gives me a chance to sample some great cooking, and learn a little bit about the whys and whats of farming and livestock.
Did you know cows can get too big to be good sellers? That was just one of the many information bits that I learned from our conversation last night. Not wanting to sound too stupid, I pretty much tried to listen to what was being said and asked a couple clarification questions that I hope didn't make 'em think... where did this idiot come from and why is he here?
It doesn't take much visiting to get the drift that the rewards of farming outweighs the effort... but sometimes you wonder by how much. For a city dude, I feel way out of touch with what goes on outside my window. I see such a small part of farming and livestock from our little place on the hill. Someday maybe the school sports team members names will make some real sense to me... it sure does my neighbors! Made for a great evening for the newest movers from the city to the country. These folks are all locals...'cept us, and we appreciate how they have kinda taken us under their wing to give us a boost in more ways than one.
The food was... great! The cooks in our neighborhood know their stuff, and we get a chance to sample something new every time we get together. There were some ham balls that I'd never had anything like before, and of course there was this 7 kinds of chocolate in one cake for dessert. If I ate like that everyday, it wouldn't take me long to put on 50 or 60 pounds.
And to really top off the evening, we were treated to the wonderful artwork of the owners mother. The artist had talent to be sure. If somebody from MONA reads this, you should contact me as I think this work is well worthy of a showing. For those that don't know... MONA stands for Museum Of Nebraska Art and is the official art museum of Nebraska located in Kearney. Margie and I have been there, and what we saw last night compares well with displays shown there.
So once again, we had a great time and I left already looking forward to the next time we can get together.
For more info about MONA... http://monet.unk.edu/mona/