Yesterday a man working for Heifer International called me asking for a donation. I think it's a great organization. Even though I didn't commit to sending him money we had a nice conversation. Nice guy. He recently moved to Los Angeles from Charlottesville, VA, not very far from here. Somehow I ended up telling him I have goats and he asked me if I made cheese. I told him I did and he went on to tell me he and his wife were "foodies" and loved going to farmer's markets and they loved goat cheese. I've never used the word, foodies, to describe us but I guess we might fit that description. Last night's dinner was vegetables from our garden and a chicken from the farm I work at. I thought it was beautiful, even raw. Look at the purple potatoes. I just loved the way they looked against the carrots and beets. Tonight we're having a repeat performance minus the chicken.