
The dinner's centerpiece was a beautiful free-range chicken that my sister and her husband raised and processed.



Please ignore the baby carrots in the chicken pan. My garden carrots are currently being held hostage by the frozen ground. It's not supposed to be 18* at night in North Carolina! I had to settle for store bought baby carrots since they were out of the regular sized ones.
I told Jon that we could eat like this all the time when we buy a couple acres in a couple of years. His reply was, "Do we really have to wait that long?" I think he'd do just about anything to have this kind of meal each night. Hmmm... wonder if there's some laundry he could fold....
I told Jon that we could eat like this all the time when we buy a couple acres in a couple of years. His reply was, "Do we really have to wait that long?" I think he'd do just about anything to have this kind of meal each night. Hmmm... wonder if there's some laundry he could fold....