This image is of Tima sleeping under her blanket, on her cushion, in the kitchen, in the morning. I wanted to write Pig in a Poke but I don’t know what a Poke is and fearing it was rude decided not to use it as a heading. She was cold, and crawled under the blanket, so I tucked her up and she slept happily in there for almost two hours while I made butter, started a kefir bread, started another yoghurt for the cheese, cooked custard to cool for the icecream and cleaned up the kitchen (why can a kitchen not stay clean?)
Mondays are like that. 
My neighbour dropped in while I was straining the cheese later in the afternoon, shortly after she left she txted and said “your littlist orange cat was on our trailer – it jumped off and ran. ” “Where are you,” I said. She was a mile down the road when they lost her. So Boo and I jumped in the car and went off in search of Marmalade. Boo dashed to and fro, sniffing and rushing here and there. Find your baby I called Find your baby. You will remember that he raised Marmalade so Find your Baby meant find Marmalade. His feet were high and his body raised, head up, as he searched the sections along the way. Heading closer to home each time. Eventually I put him in the car and we drove home for the milking and who should be sitting on the verandah?
Marmalade.
Then it was time to make dinner. The Master would be home soon. Don’t these days go fast!
Good morning. It rained a little yesterday. Very nice. But the poor old chook died yesterday evening, she gave it a good crack but never recovered, hopefully the last of the Bastard Mink’s victims.
I hope you find loveliness today.
Love your friend on the farmy
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
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Good morning,
I’m pretty sure a poke is a bag of sorts, paper bag, burlap bag, so it would have been okay. I have a vague memory of my dad telling me about the meaning of poke when I was small.
Happy day to you and the farmy!
I have definitely learned much about the “pig in a poke” saying. I received the West Texas definition from my father. I probably missed the nuance about the “may or may not be an actual pig in the poke” when he explained it to me. I’m surprised I even remember the discussion since it was probably 40 or more years ago. We are now all official Pig in a Poke scholars. Cool!
Pig in a Poke is a Middle Age expression referring to buying a pig in a bag without seeing it. It was a confidence trick and would often be a cat or a dog, who’s meat was less valuable than that of a pig:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pig_in_a_poke
Well thank you Mad. I had no idea. Did they buy these surprise bags at fairs or something? Like a lucky dip? I must do some more research.. c
It does sound like it. I believe the expression is still quite widely used in the north of England, but not so much so in London.
Oh we use it around London too – meaning you got conned when what you bought turned out to be a load of rubbish LOL!
We use it in Oz all the time!!
We use it all the time too in TX
Usually the markets or fairs were so crowded there was no room to display all the animals, so they were kept and then sold in pokes, or pouches, bags. The purchaser was given a quick look and bought on trust, usually misguided.
I wish I could be as energetic as you!
Glad Marmalade came home okay. A poke is a canvas bag used to collect vegetables. Tho I rather like the middle age meaning of pig in a poke. Peggy
Well, i did not know that either. Thank you Wren.. c
Hope that little marmalade paw is ok. 🙂 Laura
I’m glad Marmie came to no harmie. Timatanga could have been anything under that rug. She’s a good little sleeper. You’ve had a busy day. When do you ever get to sleep like Tima?
Enjoy your day.
Love,
ViV x
This morning, my sympathies are entirely with Tima. I could use another two hours sleep tucked under the blankets! I’m glad Marmalade found her way home quickly.
Nancy
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boo had better start keeping a better eye on his marmalade! i one spent an entire day searching for my marmalade cat to find her 7 hours later sound asleep inside the cereal cabinet on a box of shredded wheat. she had gotten in there at breakfast time.
Happy cat asleep in a cupboard.. You must have been so relieved.. c
Am laughing at myself – should have read the prior comments ere I ‘cleverly’ went checking in the Wikipedia to make sure I had the ‘pig in the poke’ right 🙂 ! That Tima is a big sleepy baby to snooze thru’ all your morning’s work!! Cute! Cute! . . . . and ni-ni from Down Under: it’s been a long day and tomorrow is one for planting in the garden . . .
I like these insights into your day. We all know you work like a demon, but seeing what, and when, and where and who is fun… More photos of cheese, and icecream and bread and butter, please…
Oh my latest loaf is divine Kate, rosemary and pumpkin seeds, YUM!.. I have to stop.. bread is my weakness.. c
Mine too, but I’m celiac. I make my own, but it’s a completely different process, involving rice, tapioca, potato and soy flours, and then pumpkin and sunflower seeds, millet, poppy seeds, linseed and sesame seeds for flavour and extra nutrition. I finally perfected the recipe about 6 months ago, and now I can’t stop eating it!
Before I could fully read your post I had to go and find out what a poke was. It was a bag used in the Late Middle Ages..and the expression Pig in a Poke refers to something not adequately appraised or of undetermined value, as in an offering or purchase. A purchase deal which is accepted without first being sure of what you are buying.
This all stems from way way back when there was a meat shortage, but no shortage of cats or dogs. Therefore someone may think that they have bought some meat(on the sly) only to find out it was dog or cat they had and not what they had paid for because they did not examine the contents of the bag.
Now we all have that extra bit of knowledge.
Sorry to hear about the chook..that minx has a lot to answer for…shoot him!!!!
Funny thing about cats, they can always find their way home. Apparently a cat can cover 5 miles during its daily wanderings but they always end up back where they belong
Have a great day…and catch that Mighty Minx
When I saw the pig photo, I thought “pig in a blanket,” which is what we in Minnesota call a hot dog wrapped inside a toasted slice of bread or a crescent roll. It’s been years since I’ve eaten one of those.
Glad to hear Marmie returned safely home.
That is about right and our pig in a blanket in asleep in her blanket again this morning.. alarming really! c
Always love hearing about your day C. Little Marmalade has a look on his face as if to say, “What is all the fuss about, I am right here.”
Have a lovely farmy day.
🙂 Mandy xo
Ha! I was thinking pig in a blanket as well. Golly and gee whiz haven’t had those in decades. Sad about the school, glad about Marmalade.
Indeed, snug as a bug in a rug. So cozy and cute. Makes me want to crawl back under my own covers just looking at this photo. By the way I think “a pig in a poke” means a something in a poke/bag that you cannot see. As in “they tried to sell me a pig in a poke” meaning trying to sell me a thing or idea without evidence of its reality as it is in a poke/bag. This is what we say in the South often when someone is trying to pull the wool over our eyes! Have a glorious April day.
yes, I am learning today! morning teresa.. c