Farmer Blue Goes To Town...

Michael works in town at a large corporation's headquarters. He is the only farmer there. =) He loves to tell them "Tails" from the farm. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they squirm in horror and sometimes they look at him like he has 3 heads. Several people, including Michael, were having a discussion several weeks ago. Some how the topic of bread came up. Michael told them that I make most of our bread. They were duly impressed. I am sure they pictured me slaving over the dough, kneading it with all the strength I could muster. Then he went further and told them that I grind the wheat as well. They stared open mouthed at him in wonder. I bet the picture in their mind at this point, is me out back with a big rock smashing my wheat. =) With the tools (or kitchen servants) that God has blessed me with, making bread is fairly easy. He told them that the next day everyone brought in food, that he would bring in some bread. They asked him if we made our own butter. He said that sometimes we do. They were amazed at our abilities. I hope you realize I am cracking up writing this. The story is true, but we are not amazing in anyway. Well, tomorrow is the big day. I baked bread and cinnamon rolls today. The cinnamon rolls are actually for Bible study tonight. He is taking a regular loaf of bread with my signature wheat design in the crust and the long loaf of french bread I made. He is also taking two jars with some cream. He is going to have them shake their own butter. They also asked him to bring in some of our weird raw milk to see. He told them he would bring some if they would drink it. He is going to take 1/2 gallon of our rich, creamy, grass-fed, jersey milk in for them to try. I will let you know what they thought.