Buttermilk

    We had some good friends over from down the road to kill and eat our chicken, Buttermilk. Daniel did the killing while John held her down. She was quite tasty, but a little tough. Perhaps we let her age too long. The Jones' were a little anxious about eating a chicken that they raised, but everyone at least tasted her juicy fried goodness. Of course, she was battered in Buttermilk. The kids thought she looked too tasty to pass up, plus the other option was my poppy seed chicken, which somehow didn't turn out as good as it usually does. I believe everyone should know where their meat came from and how it was killed. I was the only other one that watched the killing and even took pictures. The poor chicken was ready to die, it looked miserable with its fat self panting in the heat.
   Since the George Farm lost an animal, we thought it only appropriate to get something else. So now, we also have a goat, a very fast, agile goat. Everyone we've asked about goats has told us that if they can get their head through then they can get their body through. So far, our goat only gets its head stuck with the horns. I spent 10 minutes one morning before church trying to get that stupid head unstuck without getting my fingers squished off from it fighting me. It has officially escaped once just a few minutes ago, but we quickly got it back in. Daniel's trying to get a billy goat to accompany her. It looks like we may need to get a cat as well with all of the mice sightings around here.
    Daniel dropped off the Groens at the airport yesterday, we were sad to see them go, but I'm sure their family is very excited to have some time with them. I think their time here has been packed full of visiting with everyone. Next up, Harrisons come in for furlough in less than 2 months!!! We really miss our Tanzanian teammates. Groens, if you're reading this, be safe, and know that we are praying for you and your efforts toward Neema House. Enjoy your family time, and cooler weather up there.