Out here time slows down. There aren’t the demands or the stresses we have in the city. Priorites are closer to what they should be. There is a singing group from WV that wrote a song titled “WV Chose Me.” They had grown up in WV. Some of their friends had moved away. Some couldn’t get away fast enough. They wondered why so many people left and a few never wanted to leave. They came to the conclusion that WV picks certain people to stay here for life. I would be one of those, but I would go a step further. I hear Pocahontas County calling my name. She’s been calling to me since Iwas a little girl. I hope and pray I get out here some day.
We looked at a little farmhouse today. I loved it. It has almost two acres with it. All I want is a little homestead with enough land for a few alpacas, sheep, goats, jersey wooley bunnies. I want to have a spinning and weaving studio. I have a loom in my brother’s basement. It belonged to our paternal grandmother. I’d love to put it to use. I don’t think hubby would ever be happy with this. He wants acres and acres. He wants a working farm where we raise basically everything we need to live on. I try to get through to him that you can’t do that anymore and that his physical condition is only deteriorating and he can’t keep up with that kind of work any more, not 24/7. Not to mention he turned 46 yesterday…. Realistically the most we could have is a hobby farm and I would want to focus on producing fiber to be spun into yarn that I would then make into socks, caps, shawls, rugs, blankets, etc. that would be sold in a little shop on site, and our miniature animals would be a tourist attraction. Kids love to see and pet alpacas. If hubby gets his schooling done so he can teach, this little farmhouse is only about six miles from the local middle school. I think it would be nice. On our way home I think I’ll stop and try to get a picture of the place to share here.
Well, hubby has his dream meal last night. I made his sausages and apples. It turned out better than I thought it would. I’m not a fan of sauerkraut, but this was good. Hubby managed to find some really nice, firm apples growing wild around the place and they cooked up nicely. Hubby talked about “the perfect bite” as a comment in a movie we’d seen years ago. He declared that the perfect bite for this meal was some sauerkraut, a piece of sausage and a piece of apple. He was right. I also made some pumpernickel bread in the bread machine. I was guessing on settings and I set the crust too dark. But other than a brick-like outer layer, it tasted pretty good.
So hubby tried the same thing. He ended up losing a lot of the meat from what he said, but he got enough for me to add to the cake. I used a basic box cake mix. Life is too short to make a cake from scratch. We chopped up the apples into small pieces, I crumbled up the walnut pieces and added it to the mix. I used apple sauce instead of oil and apple juice instead of water. While it was baking, oh the smell! Hubby bit into the cake after dinner and it sounded like he was having an, ahem, fulfilling experience right there. So needless to say, he was very pleased with his cake. The sausage was probably enough to feed six people, so we are having leftovers for dinner tonight.