A historic site right in the heart of the poorest neighborhood in town hosted some traditional farm animals today, the sort that would have been present on the site in the 1760s. We’re a neighborhood away, so despite bronchitis and record temps, we decided we would have to walk over to investigate.
Before we went, I helped Bear put dinner in the crockpot. By “help” I mean I sat in the kitchen and did nothing, verbally guiding him through each step. He got a white chili into the crockpot and then volunteered to stay home and be the dogsitter while Verdi and Terran and I went to see the farm.
Considering we were only there an hour, it was a pretty powerfully educational little event. Terran ran from exhibitor to exhibitor, asking all kinds of questions. They were all pleased to talk to him. He saw a dulcimer and a fiddler player in period clothing, heritage poultry from the classical era, goats, sheep, oxen, border collies, learned to make butter, and was given a tomato plant as well as instructions on how to properly care for it. Verdi and I talked about a quote from the Bible on uneven yoking of oxen, because we’ve been doing Bible in our literature studies, focusing especially on contemporary references from that source.
When we got home and relieved Bear of his dogsitting duties, he wandered in to the kitchen, smelled the goodness coming from the crockpot, and said, “Ooh, what’s that?”, picking up the lid to investigate. Clearly he’s inherited my short-term memory issues.
Now Terran’s eagerly making homemade butter. He wants to show off his new skill to Bear. Maybe I’ll use the buttermilk to make some shortbread to go with the seasonal strawberries that are on sale everywhere.