After watching Frontier House, I've decided to bring serious intent to my housewifely duties. Gone will be the days of feeding the family cheese curls for dinner or breakfast, composting in the kitchen sink, or the unchecked dust bunny farms. I awoke 8am today to make oatmeal with a few sauteed figs and almonds, scrambled eggs, thick toasts of rosemary potato bread, and a thin slice of blueberry galette; my man has to work hard today building the chicken coop and my front garden fence. I snuck in a prosciutto avocado open faced sandwhich as I also have the arduous task of making a chicken ladder.



After working hard at cleaning, sweeping, scrubbing, miniature Hugo popped up on my left shoulder and told me to read philosophy and eat all of the blueberry pie. Of course EJ angel makes an appearance on my right shoulder- her index finger telling me to continue with the drudgery which is the fate of womenfolk. So I eat few bites of blueberry pie while thinking about all those suffering ladies which leads me to polish off the lemon chicken paella which leads to me a juicy green plum. Housewife work is strenuous work so I go back to the bites of blueberry pie.. I wonder what it's like to be one of the Asian wives that keep a spotless house. Probably those ladies are not married to Pigpen but well behaved office men that don't know grime so their jobs are easy.