Iron Lake by William Kent Krueger

After reading more about cooking pasta than is normal I switched gears to northern Minnesota murder mystery. I read Boundary Waters by this author a few months ago, and it was alright. Once I started this one I realized it was the same series, but a book that came before Boundary Waters – oops!

Would I recommend it? I feel about the same as I did with the other. To use John’s least favorite phrase: I didn’t hate it.

Heat by Bill Buford

Being sick most of the week was rotten, really rotten. The only silver lining was I got to read a pile of books, some new and some old.

The first one I read was Heat {An Amateur’s adventures as kitchen slave, line cook, pasta-maker, and apprentice to a Dante- quoting butcher in Tuscany} this is our book clubs current book and I’m hoping they may have something to add to this post, becuase I read this during the worst of last week and it’s a bit fuzzy.

What I can say is that some of it was funny, some of it was disturbing, and probably the only thing that kept me from rushing off to the kitchen to consume large amounts of food is that I wasn’t running anywhere, and if I did go someplace it wasn’t going to be the kitchen…

Would I recommend it? I just can’t give any real recommendation on a book all about cooking read when I had the flu. Someone else will have to help me out!

Thank Goodness For Grandma!

Once again we were hit with a nasty flu bug here.

Except this time it was really nasty and it got me the worst.

Without my Mom to step in to take care of me, and the kids, and the pigs, and the sheep, and the chickens, and the other chickens, and the ducks, and the dogs, and the quail I’m not sure what would have happened but it would have been really ugly.

I know this for sure because by Friday I was feeling well enough to brave a few hours of the day on my own.

They didn’t go well.

During rest time Ivy didn’t rest.

Instead she gave a lamb a bath in the yard.

There are so many things wrong with that I can’t even talk about it.

I’m just thankful we seem to be back to normal.

I’m pretty sure the sheep are grateful as well.

Jellybean Worthy

Clara’s got a priority problem.

Or perhaps, more accurately, a poop fixation.

She’ll show you her face full of ashes…

…but all she wants to talk about is the poop on her boots.

As the mother I know full well that she’s got poop on her boots and where it came from.

A face full of ashes on the other hand could use a bit of explaining.

Miraculously this girl did not further morph into reason #956 we do a lot of laundry.

So I gave her a jellybean –

after I got the ashes out of her nose.