DOGS PLOT RESTAURANT
Here at our tiny Dog’s Plot Mom and Pop Up Restaurant (once the cats have been fed) our staff of two spends most of the morning conferring over coffee - first about the coffee, then about the day's menu - after which we move on to other food related subjects, like today, for instance:
Learning that a camel hump is not actually a sort of water bag, but that it is mostly FAT; what good is a bag of camel fat when you are crossing the desert?
Which brings us to a lot of other questions we can't answer.
By the time the questioning petered out this morning, we had just about finished the coffee, so Georgia started to put together some of her famous banana-oatmeal- raisin-date-nut breakfast cookies and then chopped up the resulting banana skins for me to take down to the chicken house with some spilled dry cat food from the kitchen floor for the chickens to breakfast on..
Now that the hens have started noticing that the days are getting longer so that they have started laying again, one of the hens was on the nest yet, and missing out on the scratch, and, after I put some layer ration in all the regular containers, I lingered to pile little on the rim of her nest box so she would miss out on the eats.
I had left the orchard ladder standing down there under a pear tree I had not finished pruning yesterday, so I took care of some of it with the clippers I carry on my belt, then went back to get the pole handled pruner for some I couldn't reach with the ladder, then I had to check to see if the chickens had water, and by the time I got back it well past most peoples lunch time, and I hadn't had what most would call a breakfast even: only my usual oatmeal cookie, which is plenty the first thing in the day for me, and so good and healthy that I always carry them as s travel food. We could sell those cookies, they are so practical, and good but we don’t.
But of course it is not practical or even possible for us to serve breakfast or lunch to others here.
And supper or dinner or whatever you call the one meal one has if one is having only one, is a big deal for us: an intimate family function, not a commercial operation,. In short, we are NOT your orfdanary sort of restaurant that serves the public. Dog's Plot Restaurant is mostly a conceptual thing; you know. As a matter of fact, we don't even know what we are going to have now
Here at our tiny Dog’s Plot Mom and Pop Up Restaurant (once the cats have been fed) our staff of two spends most of the morning conferring over coffee - first about the coffee, then about the day's menu - after which we move on to other food related subjects, like today, for instance:
Learning that a camel hump is not actually a sort of water bag, but that it is mostly FAT; what good is a bag of camel fat when you are crossing the desert?
Which brings us to a lot of other questions we can't answer.
By the time the questioning petered out this morning, we had just about finished the coffee, so Georgia started to put together some of her famous banana-oatmeal- raisin-date-nut breakfast cookies and then chopped up the resulting banana skins for me to take down to the chicken house with some spilled dry cat food from the kitchen floor for the chickens to breakfast on..
Now that the hens have started noticing that the days are getting longer so that they have started laying again, one of the hens was on the nest yet, and missing out on the scratch, and, after I put some layer ration in all the regular containers, I lingered to pile little on the rim of her nest box so she would miss out on the eats.
I had left the orchard ladder standing down there under a pear tree I had not finished pruning yesterday, so I took care of some of it with the clippers I carry on my belt, then went back to get the pole handled pruner for some I couldn't reach with the ladder, then I had to check to see if the chickens had water, and by the time I got back it well past most peoples lunch time, and I hadn't had what most would call a breakfast even: only my usual oatmeal cookie, which is plenty the first thing in the day for me, and so good and healthy that I always carry them as s travel food. We could sell those cookies, they are so practical, and good but we don’t.
But of course it is not practical or even possible for us to serve breakfast or lunch to others here.
And supper or dinner or whatever you call the one meal one has if one is having only one, is a big deal for us: an intimate family function, not a commercial operation,. In short, we are NOT your orfdanary sort of restaurant that serves the public. Dog's Plot Restaurant is mostly a conceptual thing; you know. As a matter of fact, we don't even know what we are going to have now
