OK..maybe Fall Works aren't over. :) We're shipping our calves this week. Since we've got the crew together, we're taking advantage of more men in the saddle and moving some things around. That means I'm back in the kitchen for 3 or 4 days.
Seems all I do is think about food. I make lists about food. I cook food. I clean up after people who eat food. I scour recipes for new food.
Don't get me wrong. I love cooking for the crew, and I am raring to go this week, but after this Saturday, I am going on strike. I will be plumb wore out. Yes, I am getting old.
Years ago I did this with a bunkhouse filled with men, 3 meals a day, and two little chiddlers clinging to my apron strings pleading to, "Go wiff Daddy" , "I wide wiff the cwew", and "I big 'nuff now". Not to mention that I was left with said chiddlers who were completely distraught and collapsed into puddles of tears when the 'cwew' jingled out the door without them. It was quite a sight to see them shuffle into the kitchen in their jammies, hopeful expressions on their little faces, dragging their ropes. Oh my!
Does it make me an awful Mama that the memory warms my heart as it brings tears to my eyes? Suddenly, my kitchen seems just a bit too empty this morning.