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Soft Pies
April 26, 2006

Shortly after The Husband and I were married, I took him on a road trip to visit old family friends on their farm.

The Husband had never visited a farm in his life. The closest he got was The National Zoo, and he didn't gain a lot of wildlife experience. "I went because it was a field trip and I was in love with Sarah Jenkins." He said. So being up close and personal with things like cows, goats and free range chickens was something of a mystery to him.


Some of my greatest childhood memories were the family visits to the farm, and all of the great adventures my friends and I would partake in.

For instance, there were the infamous "soft pie" hunts, which basically means we would run through the cow pastures - in our bare feet - stepping on cow pies until someone found a fresh one. The first person to call "Soft Pie", would win a candy bar for the journey back to the house.

I know what you're all thinking - "Wait - did she just say she stepped in cow manure in her bare feet? That's so disgusting."

The answer is yes, and it was fabulous. So fabulous, in fact, we could often be found relaxing under the shade of the apple orchard, bragging about our pie count. (Would I do it today? I think no. Age, wisdom and expensive pedicures being the major factors.)


Anyway.

So on that first visit with The Husband to The Farm, I was surprised to see him flinch when a few cows wandered over to see what we were up to. This big man - the warrior - afraid of the cows.


I laughed until I snorted. He tried to play it off like it was a joke - like he was kidding. But there was fear in his eyes and I was not about to let him forget it.


He was also very put off by the smells of the farm - manure, it seems, is not as all enticing as it seems. Which, I mean, yeah. I am no masochist, nor will I find a way to bottle the smell of fresh manure. But for me it invokes memories. Not only of the farm, but of my grandfather's garden. Manure is "a blessing from God for those toiling the soil", he would always say.


So last night as we looked over the beautiful produce at The Organic Farm stand I heard The Husband said, "Well there's that smell... that smell of - animal poop."


I laughed. "We won't stay long. But remember that smell is what helped grow these fabulous veggies."


"Why can't you just embrace harsh chemicals and cloned foods like the rest of society."


"Careful behind you. There's a cow."


He jumped and turned so abruptly that he knocked a group of zucchini to the ground.


Unkind, yes.

But really very funny.

Even if only to me.


Posted by Foodwhore at April 26, 2006 02:05 PM

Cows can be a little off-putting if you're not used to them, that's for sure. They're so big, and they just walk right up to you as though they KNOW you have something for them, and darn it, they're going to wait until you give it to them.

Cows viewed from a car window as one is driving down a county road are charming. A cow walking up to you with its big wet nose and big old cow tongue showing is scary. Just like a gopher running across your lawn is just a gopher, but a gopher in your house is a vile intruder. :)

Posted by: Chillygirl at April 27, 2006 05:37 AM

Nice! Thank you for sharing your humorous life. My FIL thinks its hilarious to find the really old ones & "frisbee" them. UGH!!!

Posted by: Jessmarie at April 27, 2006 05:49 AM

I, too, grew up visiting at a farm. The cow pasture was in a cherry orchard. We used to climb the trees and spit cherry pits at the cows. Beyond the pasture was the woods. Even had a creek. Our parents, aunts and uncles would let us just run wild, climbing barbed wire and electric fences, even. Yeah, I'm nostalgic.

Posted by: kaphine at April 27, 2006 05:54 AM

I grew up in Vermont, and every time I go back I savor the scent of cow shit. (Did I really just type that?!) Although I have noticed that as I grow older, the smell gets grosser and grosser.

Posted by: Kat at April 27, 2006 06:45 AM

Jane Goodall (the "monkey lady") taught her son to be afraid of animals...for his own safety. Took him to England from Africa and, at a farm, watched him run, screaming, from a cow. So DH is in good company.

Posted by: Nana at April 27, 2006 09:17 AM

Cannot.stop.laughing.

Posted by: Susan at April 27, 2006 10:27 AM

ROTFL! Hey, cows are okay. It's the bull you want to keep an eye out for. Personally, I'm intimidated by horses. They're bigger than I am and can look me in the eye. But when it comes to mean farm animals, nothing beats geese. Wings down, they are the most dangerous critter on the farm.

Posted by: RLR at April 27, 2006 11:32 AM

You made me remember the first time a city-boy friend of mine ever drove through the country. I was his lucky tour guide and I can still hear him saying "why does it smell like this?". My parents were farmers before I was born and my best friend's family farmed so I, too, have many, many memories of the farm. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

Posted by: Lora at April 27, 2006 12:12 PM

I have to tell you, your blog is my favorite. I've gone back and read the archives and there are times when I've laughed out loud and found myself giggling all over again just remembering it. I don't usually post messages but wanted to say thanks for doing this. I have so enjoyed reading it and sending it on to friends. Seattle is a favorite city of mine and next time I'm there it's Lemon Drops in your honor!

Posted by: Claire at April 27, 2006 03:19 PM

Hahaha! I love playing pranks on my bf like that too! *giggle*

Posted by: milli at April 27, 2006 08:39 PM

Does DH like mushrooms? Does he know the traditional growing medium? A friend's family had a mushroom farm, but their medium came from the Santa Anita racetrack here in SoCal.

If the wind was right, we got to smell their farm, as well as the Bell Brand potato chip factory :)

Posted by: Mary at April 28, 2006 10:47 AM

You are a woman of many facets--fastidious whore, soft pie connoisseur. Nice entry.

Posted by: Marsha at April 28, 2006 12:09 PM

OMG! Too funny. I have a similiar thing with my hubby. He is a City Mouse through and through. Recently, when we were visiting a dairy farm, he got all grossed out when one of the calves started licking my hand. He just could not bear it. LOL

Posted by: Gailsie at April 28, 2006 12:57 PM

I think it is a very funny stsory. Sounds like my house. My husband can't understand why I am an organic nut.

My Life As A Reluctant Housewsife

Posted by: Gabriella True at April 29, 2006 10:54 PM

Is anyone else a little concerned that this entry is filed under "Food"? Yuck!

Posted by: kitkat at April 30, 2006 07:15 AM

I love cows. If I didnt know they could clock me senseless with a little head toss, I would hug them all a time. That said, they are still delicious. :) Speaking of the smell, I was in a DSW and for somereason it smelled like a petting zoo. Goats, specifically. I mean, I know there was a lot of leather but why would the food and poo smell be in there too? hmm.

Posted by: dot at May 1, 2006 03:58 PM

 
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