Pan-fried French bread with maple syrup and pears.
My refrigerator is filled with home-rendered lard and a lot of egg from my personal chickens. My personal freezers are loaded with farm-fresh meat. There was a pound of do-it-yourself cream cheese draining during my cooking area.
And because the world keeps a sense of humor, Weston has acquired a vegan girl. I chosen the girl up yesterday over at the outdated farmhouse where her parents fallen the lady off–to spend the whole day. With me. And my cream-cheese and eggs and lard.