Farm Girl took the helm this week and she was accepting no offers of assistance. This was HER thing. Well okay, she conceded, a little bit of help working out the oven controls may not go amiss (that dial is ambiguous at best, so a second opinion is always appreciated) but otherwise just get out of my kitchen!
The caramel slice, a morphing of a couple of Farm Girl favourite base recipes with a jar of Geraldine and Leia condensed, sweetened ambrosia ladled on and topped with melted chocolate it was decadence personified…sliceonified…foodonified…whatever; you get the idea. We stilled our cake forks long enough to giggle with her at her choice of music (the wedding dance from the Second Best Marigold Hotel – her and The Farmer love it!) and then she unveiled her chosen quote and our hearts glowed.
Apparently what happened next made quite a few far-reaching news desks. The 5.75 magnitude shake was apparently centred 8.1 km from the Homestead. It certainly rattled us all both literally and figuratively. A few indoor plants required some immediate TLC, the hall carpet may need more than a hearty vacuum clean, and we lost (gasp!) a very precious jar of goat condensed milk, but otherwise we’re still standing. And when Dave the cat returned home later that night after high-tailing it to destinations unknown (possibly even to him), he certainly received a large slice of that particular present.
This morning everything except the hall carpet is back to normal. It’s maths time and Farm Girl and The Goat Herd are decoding commutative properties.
It’ll take time, but we’re in no hurry.