I watched the Pioneer Woman Saturday morning on the Food Network and decided I think I'd like to be her. I do that from time to time. I find someone elses life that looks like it might be fun and I pretend for a little while that I'm that person. Yesterday I made it all the way through her show. She'd made the hash brown potato casserole, the best green beans in the world, and the skillet fried pork chops for all of the cow hands, her kids, and other family members there to help with the calves. She may have made the peach cobbler earlier in the show but I was a few minutes late tuning in and might have (sadly) missed that part.
I was lovin' all of it until I realized I might have to do all that everyday-- all that chopping and prep work myself, cooking, and then clean up all that stuff. Dang. She must have fed a small army and when you live out in the back of beyond, it's not like you all jump in the truck and drive forty miles for a quick burger. Her freezer must be the size of my house. How else could you feed a herd like that every day when they're working cows? And did I mention she home schools her kids (or used to) and they all get up every morning to feed all the animals at 5 AM? And while they do that, she gets breakfast started-- and other times she goes along to help. Ohhhh, wait just a dang a minute.