Ridiculously Homemade Breakfast


As I was eating breakfast this morning, the suburbanite-city girl in me was astonished to realize I was eating sausage made from our own pigs together with bread made by my sister and fried puffball mushrooms harvested on our own property along with homemade butter from our own cow's milk.
At some point I should probably admit to living on a farm and being a country girl. But it's still slow to take.

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