Tag: milking
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Use the wind
This is why I milk a cow. Ricotta cheese, Butter, Parmesan cheese, Farmers cheese. Icecream, Cream, milk for my morning coffee straight from the milking – perfectly homogenised, Yoghurt, Sour cream, Cream sauces. Um, what else? Actually I am not going to talk about the milk. I was going to talk about all the things I make…
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Dairy-maid’s Arms
When I was small my Dad used to squeeze my upper arms between his thumb and his forefinger and chant.. “and the muscles on her scrahwny arms stoock oot like spiders knees”. Always in a broad and deeply pretend Scottish accent. I would scream with laughter and wriggle away, long sunburnt arms pumping my skinny…
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a day in the life of miss c, without pictures
Yesterday. It was that kind of day. But with no photographic evidence. Let me tell you about it. I awoke at 4.30 am as usual and listened to the wind for a wee minute. It still sounded like winter. Why I think I am going to wake up one morning and it will sound like…
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Getting Re-Antiquated
I know that heading (above) makes no sense but I have a challenge that once I have written my title I must keep it. Sometimes the weirdest phrases and re-spellings get stuck in my head. I am very grateful that you are all the kind of kind people who bear with the slight eccentricities that…
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The day it all fell apart
I went out yesterday morning to milk and discovered that things were not going to be as easy as I had imagined. Daisy was in a fury because I was sharing her baby. She roared into the barn, heaving herself about. Rolling her eyes at me and startling as the chickens woke and fell-flew from…
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