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I just ate my first tomato off my very own vine in a late lunch salad. Cooking in the slow cooker on my kitchen counter is a pork roast purchased from a farmer only 3 miles from me….HOW MUCH MORE LOCAL CAN YOU GET?

All morning the aroma of the roast has whifted through the entire house, downstairs and up….and it is all meat aroma…no seasonings, no gravies, no anything except water and pork. I just sneaked a tiny…yes, yes, I’ll say that… a tiny, little bite. It was a monumental mistake! Now I am going to have to keep myself soo, sooooo, soooooo busy, so I do not return to the lovely little pork roast…the darling porky roast that so subtly calls my name.

This evening I will make a call to my new favorite farmer to thank him for allowing us to purchase Abby the pig in the first place.

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