Farm Girl’s World

Hi!  I’m Andrea and I’m Farm Girl.  Okay, well, that’s a little bit misleading.  I’m only really a Farm Girl by marriage.  Now, don’t get me wrong; I grew up in a small town in Wisconsin, so I have a lot of those “farm girl” characteristics.  I can drive 65 miles per hour in a raging blizzard without batting an eyelash, my first alcoholic beverage (besides church wine) was downed while I was standing in a field behind a friend’s house and I even use the word “uff-da” every now and then.  But, I beg the point that this is just a regular up-bringing in the beautiful Dairy State.  I didn’t become Farm Girl until my last year in college when I met the strapping, masculine Farm Boy.  Now he is real Farm Boy.  He grew up on a dairy farm and developed a real farmer’s tan (and farmer’s muscles) by baling hay, picking rock and driving tractors.  He swept me off my feet and we’ve been married for four years now.

Here’s a picture of me:

Okay.  That’s not really me, but it could be…if I wore off-the-shoulder flowing white shirts and a checkered skirt…and dangled my feet in serene ponds…and had legs up to my armpits.  Yeah…well…here’s what I really look like:

I’m teaching my niece and nephew how to do the “Rock On!” sign a la KISS.  Farm Boy and I don’t have our own children, so we like to corrupt other’s offspring.  Here’s a picture of Farm Boy in all of his scruffy, dirty glory:

He’s teaching his younger brother (yes, I said brother) to drive a tractor.  Hmm…some of us are more productive with the younger generation than others, aren’t we? 

We also have two cats.  Here they are:

Their names are Frankie and Sammie, after a couple members of the Rat Pack.  After I’ve had a few drinks, I call these two “The Cat Pack” (again, that’s with impaired judgement, mind you.)  We also have some cows:

They’re an interesting bunch. 

Now, a bit of a warning: as you look through the blog, you’ll probably notice that a lot of the posts are recipes.  I love to cook and bake.  Unfortunately, I love to eat also.  Eventually, this caught up with me and I decided I had to kind of…reign in that habit.  So I joined Weight Watchers a few years back.  Since then, I’ve learned to cook in a (mostly) healthy manner.  The majority of these recipes are Weight Watcher friendly, but seriously, you gotta have fun sometimes.  So, some of the recipes are just friendly…if you know what I mean.  For me, cooking is like therapy.  One day, Farm Boy came home to find me baking cookies, making Chex Mix, chopping a salad and stirring soup.  He took a look around the kitchen, turned to me and said, “Bad day?”  

So, pull up a laptop, have a cup of coffee and welcome to the world of Farm Girl.