I’ll be at the Charlotte Regional Farmers Market tomorrow with:

muscadine grapes, Rosa Bianca Italian eggplant, sungold cherry tomatoes, sweet banana peppers, jalepenos, bell peppers, carola and fingerling potatoes, hard red winter wheat.

I’ll have our 100% grass fed & grass finished black Angus beef in these cuts:

filet, NY Strip steaks, ribeye steaks, sirloin steaks, flank, skirt & flap steak, philly steak, cube steak, brisket, ground beef, stew beef, short ribs, osso bucco, sirloin tip roast, eye of round roast, boneless chuck roast, soup bones. We should have hot dogs back in two weeks.

Ground beef special this weekend – Buy 5 lbs, get 1 lb free, and BOGO bags of soup bones. Labor Day Broth!! It’s a thing.

Bulk pricing on our beef: quarters, halves and wholes – $3.50 lb hang weight plus the cost of processing (.85/lb), and almost half-quarters – not quite 1/8 of a cow (60 lbs) for $466. This is a great savings over the regular price you pay per piece, but quarters, halves and wholes are still the best deal.

Yesterday my sister came over to help pick grapes, and then we make the pie filling to freeze for the holidays and a double batch of grape fruit crisp to eat right then and all that, so we picked 2 gallons of primo black muscadines, squoze the guts out, cooked the hulls and pulp separately with the sugar, then after all that work I screwed up the whole batch by not draining the hulls before mixing it all together. Good job!

Oh, and my horse Caratacus – you know, the one I take all the pictures of… the one that can do no wrong… the one that is the most perfect, smartest and funnest horse in the world that I trained myself and has never once even picked up a foot the wrong way? That one. We went riding on Sunday and he threw out the biggest, highest and ONLY buck EVER, sent me straight up 3 feet tumbling through the air landing on my ass. Shane said he looked back and I was literally 3 feet in the air above the saddle.  Never let go of the reins though. We were far from home and I’m not walking all the way back. I remember looking down at my horse from way up in the sky and thinking, there’s no way I’m gonna land back in that saddle.  Somehow I landed like a feather, not a bruise or anything, didn’t even feel it. Got back on and rode on like it never even happened. So weird. He doesn’t even buck when he’s goofing off out in the pasture. I’m pretty sure that was his first buck ever…at age 9. Whatever. Horses.

See you tomorrow!!