Our farmer friend Val has chickens. Once you've had the farm fresh eggs, you are ruined for life on the ones from the store. They are so different it is gross. When I move to Vaughn or Vashon or Europe or Mexico, I am getting chickens for sure. And a goat. There was a goat at the farmers market on a leash. So cute.
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I love the one-cup coffee thing! I was making french press all summer until I dropped the carafe and it smashed in the kitchen sink. I was so depressed. And coffee pot coffee sucks. Where'd you get that thing?
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