Most of my children claim to be too old for the words “play date” but whatever. I’m the mother of this blog, so I’ll call it what it is. Corbin and Soren hosted their buddies, the Ratsachack boys, over for a play date, last weekend. We picked them up and started at the park while Q finished up her cello lesson. Then home for pizza and FIFA on the switch, then pumpkin carving, then foosball and MarioKart for Soren and Benson, and the Mandalorian for Quincy, Corbin, Neal, and Lance. We talked about farming, solar energy, and slaughtering your own animals (vs paying a butcher to process the meat) with Ben and Saeng. A few years ago, they taught us how to dispatch our own hen. They’re going to do a couple of cows on their land next week and invited us to attend. Part of Aaron’s job as a meat and poultry buyer involves annual visits to huge corporate arbatoires to observe, participate in, and learn about animals he purchases are processed and prepared for consumption. He says once a year is plenty, and “hard pass” to cow guts. But I’m all over this. I just watched a live feed of a small farm processing a pig and found it so fascinating I had my kids watch parts of it, too! I think cutting cow would be an unforgettable experience for them. They did get squeamish gutting those pumpkins out, though....but all the more reason to go!
We are so thankful for friends, Fridays, and this beautiful harvest season. And for baby Yoda finally being back on our television screen.
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