Dividing up the loot

A couple of times a week the local grocery store gives The Farmy a bag of expired produce. 

I sit on one bucket surrounded by other empty buckets and set to work chopping  and dividing up all the vegetables, potatoes and fruit.

I am immediately surrounded in a rabble of  watchers, outright looters and opportunists, 

who inspect the proceedings, 

complain to each other about the portions,

do not wait patiently and fight over any windfalls. LouLou and Author whose name is Good Authority are always in the thick of it. 

Everyone loves their buckets of fresh food except Bobby Blanc who does not like celery – fancy having a fussy calf. I store a few buckets full in  the house, so they do not freeze solid overnight, these are Daisy’s milking treats  for a couple of days. Until The Matriarch comes out with another delivery.

Later,  after getting the idea from my father, I made  labneh into little balls, carefully packed them in jars, covered them with olive oil, added rosemary and garlic and lids and  popped the jars into the fridge for next Friday.  These will not be shared with the looters.

Good morning everyone. We are cooling down today.  It is 16F (-8C) right now but will drop to 7F (-14C) overnight. And then colder again the next day. The cold itself is manageable but whether Daisy’s milking pump will work in the cold always foremost in my mind.  It is interesting how carrying the pump to and fro from the barn has become normal. Between milkings, it lives on the floor in the dining room along with the pulsator and the hoses, in the warm and out of the way of general traffic. No-one even bats an eyelid anymore.

Have a wonderful day.  Find lots of loveliness and kindness.

celi