A Quick Dip in the Creek

Oh Glorious Days! We are being teased by soft days, breezes and sunshine. Isn't that a perfect time for a little dip in the creek? What...you think it might be too cold? Too early in the year?

As I discovered last Friday, the weather was ideal for the newest member of our family to take a little dip in the creek! Oh, yes, that little rascal! He saw a creek and just jumped in! Sigh...Yes...it was me...all me...that is what I get for driving Farmer Jeff's behemoth truck to the catering event and then forgot to pull forward. Instead I backed up and went RIGHT into the drink. Grrrrr....

Luckily there were wise folks who understood what was needed to get me out of there. See...I did figure out how to get the truck into 4 wheel drive. That only works, I discovered, when you have ALL 4 wheels on the ground, not one in the creek/mud and the other one off the ground flapping in the breeze.

Once we got some weight in the back of the truck, a chain onto another strong car, a little tug and out we came! I was mighty embarrassed. Sigh...



I guess I just wanted to be the first to get mud all over the truck!

Have food, will travel

The food business is really exciting and ever full of surprises. Usually these are not pretty surprises, such as refrigerators "going down" or ovens not working, but in the case of catering, you are guaranteed surprises.

We had such a surprise last Sunday when delivering a "picnic" for a surprise birthday party. I knew that it was out a remote road, but didn't fully comprehend WHERE until we arrived. This was not a fully staffed event, rather one in which we dropped off hot food along with serving platters. Someone else had arranged for plates and silverware, thankfully!

We arrived out the remote road, twisting and turning until we arrived at a huge gate. We made the call to the person "inside" and then met her at the pond. I thought, lovely place for a picnic. NOOOOOOOO...that was just where the folks would first arrive for wine. Hm...I heard her saying something about the ATV...didn't pay much attention until she said that the last truck that tried to go up this road couldn't make it. That should have been a big clue.

Up the hill we climbed in our trusty 1964 Ford pickup...until it would climb no more. Farmer/Chef Jeff had to carry the food up the hill to the tree house. Did I mention that this was all to be delivered to a tree house??? As my honey put the truck in park, and put on the emergency brake, we realized that the old truck's brakes were not up to the task. I got to sit in the truck with my foot jammed on the brake while the food was unloaded and I PRAYED!!!

All the while I was sitting with my foot jammed on the brake, I tried to relax (but not too much!) and take in the view. It really was quite beautiful, but GOOD LORD!!! I took a few pictures, one of which was my foot on the brake...

It really was a beautiful setting, but I was not really able to fully enjoy it. Farmer/Chef Jeff took the camera to the top of the hill and snapped some shots of the view so I could see what was up there.

I didn't mention that while riding in the vintage Ford truck, the inside door handles fell off. Farmer Jeff has been after me to buy a truck for catering and I kept telling him no, up until I had to lean on the brake for dear life. When he got back into the truck and relieved me of my braking duties, I asked him if we could go look at trucks. My faithful little '97 Nissan Maxima has been traded in for a Chevy truck! Now we have a truck that we can rely upon. I can hardly wait to take the dogs for a ride in it!