Today I celebrated my birthday. I am not shy about my age. I turned forty-seven. Somedays, I feel like I am in my twenties. Other days, I feel like I am well into my seventies!
Frank Jr, has been working for the neighbour making hay. He had another break down, so he was home about 3.30 pm. He took over raking for me at that time, so I could process my beets. About five he headed into Manning and purchased for me, the above cake, and a gift (popcorn popper). There was no one in the bakery section to add wording to the cake for him. I told Frank Jr, that it is ok. It makes it more memorable.
I made for supper, the above meal. Everything, and I mean everything was off of the farm. I think that was the best gift for me. Fresh spuds, I made into fries, deep-fried in the lard that I rendered last fall. Rib steaks are from the beef we butchered this spring. Carrots, zucchini and dill are also from the garden. The butter, I made through winter. And of course, my apple wine that I made last fall. What more can a girl ask for?