Laura Unearthed

It happened.   Harvest began.   I dreaded it… and, at the same time, I’m more excited than ever as I get to watch it through my daughter’s eyes, this year.   Apparently, Monday was National Eat a Hoagie Day.   According to the radio station I was listening to on my way home (completely credible source, I’m sure), there were industrial workers on Hog Island in Italy. They worked long days and packed huge sandwiches for lunch, aka: the hoggie… or over time: the hoagie.   How appropriate for the BBQ hoagie-style lunch I made my  hoggie hubby on Monday.   (I packed him the equivalent of half a roast and a loaf of French bread.  No surprise for those of you that know him.) Really, this is his favorite.   I love it, too, because it’s easy, makes the house smell delicious, and tastes great.   Plus, I’m always looking for a way to use up my roasts other than with carrots and potatoes, again. I know it looks like a ...

Harvest is fast approaching here.   With a newborn, I’m surprised how calm I am about it.   I think I’ve lost a grasp on how crazy it’s going to be soon.   Not like those of you who are farm wives weren’t aware… but here’s how we know harvest is around the corner…   1)       You washed all of the laundry in one day… because you could.   The laundry room is the calm before the storm, enjoying order before all of the dusty laundry with grain-filled-pockets starts flooding the floor.   Unless you have a newborn, like me: then, it’s more like the storm before the storm. 2)       “It just depends on the weather…” …has become the farm wife’s routine RSVP, again.   3)       We’re digging through all of the children’s clothes. Someday soon, cool weather will pop up unexpectedly.   She needs the right gear for the farm in a size that fits… because she’s going. ...