I truly cannot imagine making meals for so many people on a regular basis, so you’re kind of my hero. Congratulations on being a finalist!! That’s awesome! I love that you have seen people believe in your work so much recently!
I can totally relate to the feeling of absorbing the emotions around you. There’s something about harvest and about this time of year that can be really hard to explain, but every emotion is really heightened and things can be really tender and raw. There’s just so much pressure and when you’re an emotional barometer you feel all of it, the good and the bad. I’ve been struggling in the heat and the smoke too, it’s felt really relentless!
Love these meal ideas for feeding big groups! I saw the temperature and thought UGH gross. It’s 64, feels like 55 and rainy here today! And then I read about the fire risk and realized I forget that is a risk factor to even consider. I love reading about other people’s lives and struggles just like you are speaking of your husband’s. It’s so interesting to learn each other’s differences.
Congrats on being a finalist, Stacy! woohoo!!! 👏🏻 When I was four, I was looking out the window and told my mom the bull was chasing my dad. She loaded my brother and me into our station wagon and repeatedly rammed into the bull, trying to get him to stop pummeling my dad. After he was pinned against the corn crib, she eventually pulled him into the car, and we raced to the hospital. I'm not fond of bulls, and I held my breath as I read your story about being so close to him. 🐂 I also remember many days of dropping everything to run to get replacement parts for broken farm machinery, always under the pressure to hurry because harvest can't be paused. Ever. You are AMAZING to be able to feed so many, stay creative, and keep going. Kudos!
He broke his back and has had several other farming accidents over his lifetime. At 88, he is still living on a Century Farm with my mom (86), so God has been good to him. Good for you to have that plan finished! ✅ 💪🏻
I’m a sponge too! It’s always interesting to me how our lives are similar even though they look different. For instance, I had the same thought recently about how my husband isn’t feeling the weight our move the same way I am because I’m absorbing all my kids’ grief at all the goodbyes and anxiety about their new schools and making friends and all those things. But he’s feeling the weight in other ways—more of the finances, for instance, and starting a new line of work. Thanks for writing this!
I truly cannot imagine making meals for so many people on a regular basis, so you’re kind of my hero. Congratulations on being a finalist!! That’s awesome! I love that you have seen people believe in your work so much recently!
Thanks, Erin! I trust you could do the same if needed!! :)
And thank you! xo
I can totally relate to the feeling of absorbing the emotions around you. There’s something about harvest and about this time of year that can be really hard to explain, but every emotion is really heightened and things can be really tender and raw. There’s just so much pressure and when you’re an emotional barometer you feel all of it, the good and the bad. I’ve been struggling in the heat and the smoke too, it’s felt really relentless!
The heat was really rough! It made everything feel more intense.
That’s such a loving act — making dinner and bringing it to the field every night.
Thanks, Bethany! 💛
Love these meal ideas for feeding big groups! I saw the temperature and thought UGH gross. It’s 64, feels like 55 and rainy here today! And then I read about the fire risk and realized I forget that is a risk factor to even consider. I love reading about other people’s lives and struggles just like you are speaking of your husband’s. It’s so interesting to learn each other’s differences.
Your temps sound SO nice. We are all so over the heat! Thanks for reading!!
Always in awe of you farm-wife life and what you're capable of. Also love the way you wrote about you and Rich 👌🏼
Thank you, Kym!!
Congrats on being a finalist, Stacy! woohoo!!! 👏🏻 When I was four, I was looking out the window and told my mom the bull was chasing my dad. She loaded my brother and me into our station wagon and repeatedly rammed into the bull, trying to get him to stop pummeling my dad. After he was pinned against the corn crib, she eventually pulled him into the car, and we raced to the hospital. I'm not fond of bulls, and I held my breath as I read your story about being so close to him. 🐂 I also remember many days of dropping everything to run to get replacement parts for broken farm machinery, always under the pressure to hurry because harvest can't be paused. Ever. You are AMAZING to be able to feed so many, stay creative, and keep going. Kudos!
Thanks, Ellen! Wow, what a scary story about your dad! How badly was he hurt? They can be scary for sure!
And thank you! I just made my meal plan for next week. :)
He broke his back and has had several other farming accidents over his lifetime. At 88, he is still living on a Century Farm with my mom (86), so God has been good to him. Good for you to have that plan finished! ✅ 💪🏻
That's amazing that he's still living on the farm!
I’m a sponge too! It’s always interesting to me how our lives are similar even though they look different. For instance, I had the same thought recently about how my husband isn’t feeling the weight our move the same way I am because I’m absorbing all my kids’ grief at all the goodbyes and anxiety about their new schools and making friends and all those things. But he’s feeling the weight in other ways—more of the finances, for instance, and starting a new line of work. Thanks for writing this!
Thanks for reading, Joy! So glad our writing connected us!
Paul appreciates YOU and your dinners!
Ah, thanks! Glad to hear it! :)