Most weekdays, I awaken from my zombie-like slumber by 7am, go pee and immediately soothe my grumbling stomach with breakfast. Sometimes it comes in the form of OIAJ (ahem, Oats in a Jar)…
1/2 cup oats
1 cup water + 1 egg
squirt of agave
1 small smashed naner
1 almost empty Cranberry Vanilla PB jar
I sit down at my cafe table. I drink my coffee. I start eating. Then, in my methodical order of importance, I finish my breakfast while checking People, my bank account, e-mail, blog account and CNN online.
I walk the mile to work, do some work and look forward to 11:30am, which is usually when my Everythingtarian stomach is ready to embark on its second meal of the day.
Most days, I pack my lunch like a good lil’ 3rd grader. Alas, I am 25 years old and not as responsible as my younger, more prepared self. On those days, I like to head to Sunprint Cafe for a ginormous junk salad + Sun Bun…
After work, I try and hit the gym. Sometimes it happens; sometimes it doesn’t. Regardless, I like to come home to a delicious dinner that can go from fridge to table in five minutes or less.
It’s no easy feat.
That’s why it’s not unusual for me to eat Banana Soft Serve for dinner…
Every once in awhile however, my job provides me the unique opportunity to break this humdrum of a daily routine. Like today. Today, I got to spend the afternoon on the farm.
Not just any farm.
A real, honest-to-God, down home Wisconsin family farm…
…a.k.a. the best kind of farm.
If you ever find yourself in the Cambridge-area, you should most definitely come visit Hinchley’s Family Farm and pay the $10 for one of Tina’s fabulous, informative and hands-on tours.
Tell her Holly sent you.
Make sure to also point out that I’m the Holly with the frizzy hair who fervently searched for the one cow on the 2300-acre farm named Holly so I could meet my namesake and bovine counterpart.
More on that in a bit…
While I did do actual work today, I was able to sneak on one of Tina’s tours and learned a lot about this small, well-managed operation. Not only was I able to add the fact that cows produce 8 to 10 gallons milk per day to my mental file cabinet of information, but I also learned that female cows must first birth a calf before they can even be milked.
Who knew it took a precious, two-day-old calf like this one to make mamas start producing milk?
I also had the opportunity to pet this adorable calf, including rubbing under its chin (which baby calves apparently like) or letting it suck my fingers (which they also like). But I didn’t. You can take the girl out of the city, but you most definitely cannot take the city out of the girl, mmmkay?
Anyways, I was on a mission: I had to find Holly.
With some help from Tina, I found Miss Holly in all her feed-eating glory…
Isn’t the resemblence uncanny? We’re both strong, sassy and bear a huge appetite.
While this farm is not organic, it IS hormone-free and extremely well taken care of. During the tour, Tina had some differing opinions than I on the subject of organic dairy, but I think that may be a longer discussion for another blog post. Knowing that this 100-cow milking operation is handled with extreme care by her and Duane, I put my city girl sissiness aside and milked a cow.
Yes, MILKED a cow.
Then, I ate a piece of cherry pie + vanilla ice cream for dinner.
Well, that’s kind of a lie.
Technically, I ate a piece of Dutch apple pie + vanilla ice cream for dinner THEN ate the cherry pie + vanilla ice cream for dessert.
After eating and finishing up work, Tina treated us to a tractor ride.
While I am a city gal at heart (I definitely gagged a multitude of times today upon even the slightest whiff of “farm smell”), there is truly nothing more calming, homey or fun than a tractor ride through the open fields, especially when you have a folk band on board playing “You Are My Sunshine.”
Because Tina is just that cool, she gave me a butternut squash the size of my big ol’ head for free.
Hinchley’s Dairy Farm is clearly where it’s at.
It seems as though even after working on a Saturday, in an unusual environment and with an out-of-the-ordinary routine, my body is ready to jump right back into its normal schedule
Yeah, on a Saturday night.
And where am I going?