We are becoming quite the regulars at the farm, whether it be for fresh, warm milk or a playdate.  I’m slowly building up our collection of reusable glass bottles for our milk hauls.  I can’t wait till it warms up & I can try making fresh ice cream.  Remember when I tried my neighbors fresh ice cream?  And I couldn’t eat more than a spoonful because of the complete, utter, lack of sugar? I think this ice cream, fresh from the cow, will be very eatable even without sugar.  I can’t wait!

I think I’ve mentioned that Germans eat their dinner hot at noon.  For lunch. Dinner itself is bread, wurst, a slice of cheese and half an egg.  This matters because it means Tess’ playdates run late. The kids come home from school around 12:30.  The farm kids then eat a hot lunch, and everyone does their homework.  Then it’s play time!  But since the hot meal has already been eaten, play time can go on longer.  Instead of picking Tess up at 5:30 – 6:00 pm, I’m picking her up at 6:30 – 7:00 pm.  This is awesome because it means Dave & Cole are usually home to sit down for dinner with us.  It is not awesome, not in the least bit awesome, because it allows no time for showers before dinner.  Dane will staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarve if I wait any longer.

So, once or twice a week, we sit down to dinner with the delightful eau d’cow wafting off Tess.  I’m truly happy she’s settling in so well to our new home. I’m thrilled she spends a day or two a week on a farm, loving animals, hiding in barns, whooping it up with friends.  I even love the cow smell.  Just not at the dinner table.  On Monday she came home, an almost visible cloud of cow surrounding her.  Dinner hot  & ready on the table.

“But Mom;” protested Tess, “We didn’t even pet the calf today.  We went biking.”  How biking = cow smell attacking Tess I do not know but I think it’s time I invested in some yankee candles to light up our dinner table.