This is the Fat Toad Farm house in her summer outfit:
I lived here in the pre-Fat Toad years (back when this house only posed as a real farm house and was overrun with teenagers rather than goats) with my dad, Farmer Steve (the farmer formerly known as just “Steve”), my brother Nick, and my step-ladies Judith, Josey and Calley. As I am no longer a teenager (for the most part) this house is no longer posing, but an honest to goodness Vermont Farm House. The old living room has made way for FTF office spaces where there are at least 3 computers humming at all times spreading the good Fat Toad word. The kitchen and pantry, once populated with store bought foods, is now full of freshly picked peas, blueberries, and collard greens, eggs collected earlier this morning, homegrown pork thawing for dinner, ridiculously delicious blueberry muffins that FTF intern Sophie made this morning:
…and obviously, 400,000 jars of caramel in a variety of flavors and stages of eaten-ness. I do believe there is still a TV in this house somewhere, but I haven’t located it yet much less seen it turned on. Between the goats, the pigs, the chickens, the ducks, the caramel cooking, the farm store, the emails, the deliveries, the 7 things that just broke, the garden that is starting to explode with food (and weeds), and all our lovely summertime visitors, we often eat meals on the walk between the house and the barn and are axed down by exhaustion by 8:45pm. By that time even television requires more energy than most of us are willing to spare. Anyway, all to say, times have a-changed since I was a sullen punk driving too fast up and down these dirt roads on the way to and from soccer practice.
Back in the Brookfield ‘hood after 4 years in college, 2 years in Africa and 5 years in San Francisco, I have officially joined the Fat Toad Crew as the new kid (and simultaneously and awkwardly one of the old kids) on the block. The last two weeks have been a delightful combination of the new/strange/scary, as well as the old/familiar/comfortable. Lucky for me, “the block” is WAY cooler than it used to be, reincarnated as a small but mighty family-run goat dairy producing cheeses and caramels that will knock your socks off.Welcome, this is a farm house, and this is Fat Toad Farm!
*Check back in next week for another thrilling update on all the action at Fat Toad Farm and another perfect theme song.