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Okay, so maybe Thanksgiving was last week but you’re going to have to get over it for five seconds and look at all this good food!

Thanksgiving is the best. Lots of family and lots of food. And lots of Lions football but I’m not going there this time. :) Always love my Lions!

This year, Thanksgiving was at my cousin’s house in Rochester, Mi and there were 8.5 billion people and 8.5 billion dishes. Above you see turkey and mashed potatoes with green been caserole coming up from the back. There was this guy there I’ve never met before and he was like, “Why are you taking pictures of the food?” Um, hellooooooo! Haha. He was nice. ANYWAY.

Would you like some ham? Sweet potatoes? Carrots? The most amazing salad ever with strawberries and walnuts? Seriously, the salad. My aunt makes it every year and every year I love it. Yay thanksgiving!

Here is an added bonus of my little sister looking completely thrilled. It was during the part when you’ve got your plate all ready but you’re not sure if it’s rude or not to start eating. Ha.

Here is one of the lovely desserts. There were all kinds of pies and mini pies and who knows what but above is some sort of oreo creation and oreos are always so fab.

And here’s a piece of that action. Followed by some homemade pumpkin ice cream!

Pumpkin ice cream! Geeze, looking at these pictures makes me feel so worthless. I’m 25 and all I do is show up! I think my Dad brings a bottle of wine… so there’s that. We definitely weren’t lacking anything at this meal, but still. Maybe next year I’ll bring the wine. Haha.

And here’s one more pictures of my little sister trying to tame one of the thousand dogs that were running around. Oh, and if you’re wondering yes, she is dressed like an elf, and no that’s not a usual thing (someone did ask us that) but we dressed like elves for the Lions game this year. It was fun! We even had little elf hats. I brought mine back to New York just incase, you know, I need it one day or something.

Happy weekend!

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This is not your average cherry pie. This is a cherry pie from Quarters Farm in Albemarle County, Virginia, made from their own cherries AND their own wheat. And it is delicious.

I had the pleasure and the treat to visit Quarters Farm in with my pals Lucy and Susan last weekend. I think I’ve been to a “real” farm (not just somewhere with a barn and horses) one other time in my life, so this was awesome. They have produce and lamb and goats and cows and chickens and guinneas and bees and who knows what else. And I got the whole tour!

Here’s Lucy milking a goat! I milked the goat, too, but I had zero skills and got more milk on my hands than in the bucket.

Instead, I got to know some other goats:

This was after our hike, btw. Hence the Michigan State T, shorts, and tennis shoes. Farm stylin.

They showed us the eggs in their brand-new incubator. Chicken eggs and Guinea eggs, each with notes written on them:

And of course, where there are eggs, there are babies!

This baby Guinea is one day old and in this next picture I look like I’m trying to kill him:

He was such a cutie!

The farm was so pretty:

And they had farm guard dogs:

The dogs sleep all day and stay awake at night to watch the farm. They scare away the deer and Farmer Bill says they’re up all night barking, which lets him sleep because heĀ  knows they are doing their job. Good doggies!

Farmer Bill also showed us some vegetables and taught us about mineralizing soil:

Bill and his wife, Cynthia, were so awesome and they taught us all about bee keeping (which is a HUGE endeavor) and chickens and eggs and goats milk. And not only did we get some of that marvelous cherry pie, we also had burgers from their grass-fed beef and a salad from their garden. Talk about Farm to Table! I think I could handle the farm life. For a little while, anyway. ;)

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Meet Apollo

puppy dawg

This is Apollo, one of my roommates. I was a little apprehensive about living with a dog at first, not because I don’t like dogs – I love them – but you never know what kind of personality you’re going to get. Especially with a dalmation. They have a bad reputation for being hyper and unruly, and my family had one for like a week when I was growing up before we had to give it away. Poor Nikki (short for Nicodemus), I’m sure I cried as she went away in the back of a pick up truck (seriously, that’s what happened).

But when I moved into this apartment, I knew eventually one of my new roommates was going to be bringing a dog. I didn’t know he’d be so cool! Apollo has a great temperament. And he doesn’t bark every time the wind blows. The best part about Apollo is he’s not actually mine, so I can just play with him when I want and we can hang out in my room but I don’t have all the responsibilities of coming home and feeding him and letting him out and all that. That’s what Mommy is for.

But I still like you lots, Apollo. Mwah.

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