This morning found Adam and I debating whether to incorporate the whey left over from making cheese into today's bread dough or just feed it to our chickens. And I will admit that, walking back from the chicken coop, I felt pretty smug about having had that dilemma, and the wholesome, organic picture it paints of our life. But in the name of internet transparency, and with the goal of not playing the sanctimonious mommy blogger card, I feel compelled to add that while this discussion took place, our child was sitting on the couch playing games on my phone.
|I mean, this happens, too. "This" being literally a naked hippie baby feeding his chickens organic chard.|