Bobby Blanc goes to Day Care

I failed at making the lasagne last night. When I was checking the ingredients I  discovered that I had run out of chedder cheese for the top.  Can you believe it! The cheese in the fridge was an empty packet with only a sliver in it. WHO does stuff like that! Even my fresh squeaky cheese is all gone. An empty bowl. I was raided!

My home made hard cheese will not start coming out to be eaten for 60 days and we cannot wait that long for lasagne. So I shall have to capitulate and go shopping in the Matriarchs refrigerator today.  Maybe in the mean time you can  zoom over to see Mandy’s Lasagne at The Complete Cookbook.  It does look good.

I am trying to put together a compilation of images to visually explain the milking process for you.  It is taking a wee while to get the right pictures because I cannot milk and use the camera at the same time so I have had to call in John and his teenage son. Maybe I should draw storyboards for my camera men.   This is a shot The Tall Teenager took yesterday afternoon. 

Daisy did not like him being in there at all.

I made the sugar cookies yesterday for the base of the cheese cake! (then hid them)  I can see why the pioneer women only made things like this for special occassions. Getting all my ducks in a row to make a cheesecake is time consuming.  Each individual ingredient has to be made separately.  I will combine them all this morning and bake the cheesecake. It will be its own special occassion.

Then we will focus on the lasagne. Everyone is getting hungry waiting for me!

Bobby Blanc joined Mama’s Day Care yesterday morning for a half day.

It is hard being the new guy.  Everyone stares. 

Then they go off and play together with their own friends. 

And you have to hang out kicking stones, all alone, looking like you enjoy it. 

But then Minty finds your door.  “Did miss c give you any food?  Did you bring your lunch? Can I have it!? Is it in here? Is this where you sleep? Did you forget your lunch? Where is your bottle?  Is it like mine? Can you open this barn door. Your Mum can. Shall we call her? Is she at work today?

Is your bottle like mine. Mine is white. Is yours white? Do you know white? Where is it?  Can I have some too? Oh, don’t listen to them they are mean. They never play with me either.  Kick them on the bottom. That is what I do. 

Go on!. Get out your big fat meanies! Shoo or I will tell Mama on you! See I got rid of them. I am clever. Come on then.

Come with me. You can share my lunch. If we stand at the little gate and stare at the kitchen door and bleat for a while miss c  will bring it. Can you bleat like me? Well, just follow me then.  She always gives in.  You just have to be perses..  psersis.. presisty.. You just have to do it lots! Man you are pretty big for a little fella. Are you sure you are only two weeks old?”

(high pitched little lambie voice fades as they walk away together)

Good morning.  You all have a great day. We have a chance of rain again today, the clouds are low and look dark from my window.  So the hay making has to wait until it clears.  A good day to make cheesecake!

celi