Stuffed peppers with only the finest fresh veggies from the garden. Chopped up some onion, tomato, a little parsley, and cooked up quinoa and brown rice. Oh and don’t forget the cheese!! Lots of it ..Mixed it all together inside my scooped out peppers and baked in the oven at 350 for 25 minutes!
It’s not finding vegan restaurant options. It’s not self control around devilled eggs at Christmas. It’s not keeping up your health. It’s not getting in enough calories. It’s definitely not getting in your protein. It’s not finding non-leather shoes. It’s not finding cheap cruelty free makeup.
The hardest thing about being vegan is watching Earthlings with your mother, and not ten minutes after it’s over, watching her prepare chicken for dinner.
It’s hearing nonvegan friends talk about standard factory farm practices and realising that they aren’t ignorant, they just don’t care.
It’s hearing your brother say “they’re just animals” and ordering a lambskin coat online, not caring that it was made out of slaughtered children.
It’s hearing your grandmother laugh out loud while reading about dairy cows being raped so they can begin producing milk.
It’s seeing your pregnant sister eating pork chops, eating a pig’s body, and feeding the tiny helpless life inside her that dead animal body too.
It’s knowing about your fathers dangerously high blood pressure and watching him eat the milky, cheesy, scrambled eggs your mother prepared for him.
It’s hearing a dog-loving classmate say that it is ethically wrong to eat dog-meat, but perfectly okay to eat chickens, pigs, and cows, because she ties what is ethical to what she personally wants.
It’s realising that the world is not as compassionate as you. It isn’t actually as normal as you thought to care about the wellbeing of others. Your heart is abnormally large and the rest of the world is apathetic and cruel. The rest of the world doesn’t care who suffers for their tastebuds.
It’s seeing the selfishness, greediness, apathy, arrogance, evilness, and coldheartedness of humanity and living in it every single day.
Slow days filled with wandering through sunny fields, helping out on the farm, having dinners outside and watching shooting stars at night… Back in Berlin with more photos to share from our family’s organic farm 🌾
Occasionally the ranch auctions off dinners for guests to buy, and I find myself wearing an apron and grilling chicken and pouring Rose instead of walking amuck in jeans and boots. All part of the hospitality.
By the time this dish is done, you’ve had so much fun assembling
it that it wouldn’t matter much how it tasted, but it also just happens to be
crazy delicious: the perfect balance of savory, earthy, and salty.
My farm friend & I went out to dinner last night (which was hilarious in itself because her mom dropped off her car but not before running her keys to our table, grabbing multiple rolls and running back out the door with them, among other things) and she brought me a couple more boxes of wonderful dead things ~!
Adorable little cow skull I’m letting Harker play with because he loves cows, and a little buck missing half his face i can’t wait to scrub off. There was also a really nice antler I’m making my first antler candle holder prototype. Photos soon. My table is a mess right now.
I’m too old for this my back hurts my bones hurt. I remember the old days and it fills me with nostalgia, back when everything was simpler, I lived on a farm and dad was working on the fields while mom made the soup for dinner.
We waved a fond farewell to Queenstown and headed for the Crown Range Road to Wanaka. They welcomed us with a big black handshake! 🤝
It wasn’t long before we stumbled upon Puzzling World. A whole host of illusions and head warping puzzles presented themselves in different forms around the grounds. Very public bathrooms though.. no privacy.. 😮
Further up the road Connie realised that she had way too many bras with her so had to chuck a few hundred out. 🤷🏻♀️
We stopped at my favourite kind of farm, a salmon farm. Picked up some supplies for dinner, fed the fish, Connie even did a spot of fishing! 🐟
On a recommendation we took a detour to the Clay Cliffs. These crumbly beasts towered high above us and for a moment we lost one another, ahhh, a wee moment of peace. 😉
Parking up on the side of Lake Pukaki we settled in for the night. Connie washed pants while I cooked the dinner. We wouldn’t have it any other way! 🇳🇿
Also a big shout out to our amazing Mums. We miss you both everyday but it is particular hard to be this far away from you both today 🌻 all our love and Happy Mothers Day Bryony and Linda ❤️💛💚💙💜
The one holiday everyone celebrates together are Thanksgivings on Clint’s farm. Bruce helps Laura with cooking, Natasha and Thor keep the kids busy, while Steve and Tony help Clint out around the farm. Fury always makes it just before dinner starts and everyone’s at the table.
Dan Savage on bible-based persecution of the LGBTQIA+ community
“The Bible. We’ll just talk about the Bible for a second. People often point out that they can’t help it – they can’t help with the anti-gay bullying, because it says right there in Leviticus, it says right there in Timothy, it says right there in Romans, that being gay is wrong.
We can learn to ignore the bulls**t in the Bible about gay people. The same way, the same way we have learned to ignore the bulls**t in the Bible about shellfish, about slavery, about dinner, about farming, about menstruation, about virginity, about masturbation. We ignore bulls**t in the Bible about all sorts of things. The Bible is a radically pro-slavery document. Slave owners waved Bibles over their heads during the Civil War and justified it. The shortest book in the New Testament is a letter from Paul to a Christian slave owner about owning his Christian slave. And Paul doesn’t say “Christians don’t own people” Paul talks about how Christians own people.
We ignore what the Bible says about slavery, because the Bible got slavery wrong. Tim – uh, Sam Harris, in A Letter To A Christian Nation, points out that the Bible got the easiest moral question that humanity has ever faced wrong. Slavery. What’re the odds that the Bible got something as complicated as human sexuality wrong? One hundred percent.
The Bible says that if your daughter’s not a virgin on her wedding night – if a woman isn’t a virgin on her wedding night, she shall be dragged to her father’s doorstep and stoned to death. Callista Gingrich lives. And there is no effort to amend state constitutions to make it legal to stone women to death on their wedding night if they’re not virgins. At least not yet. We don’t know where the GOP is going these days.
People are dying because people can’t clear this one last hurdle. They can’t get past this one last thing in the Bible about homosexuality.
[Addressing religious students who had walked out during the previous portion of the speech] Um, one other thing I wanna talk about is – [chuckles] – so, you can tell the Bible guys in the hall that they can come back now, because I’m done beating up the Bible. It’s funny, as someone who’s on the receiving end of beatings that are justified by the Bible, how pansy-assed some people react when you push back.
I apologize if I hurt anyone’s feelings. But. I have a right to defend myself. And to point out the hypocrisy of people who justify anti-gay bigotry by pointing to the Bible, and insisting we must live by the code of Leviticus on this one issue and no other.”