This is a post I have been dying
to write for a very long time. After nearly three years of careful planning and
precision strategizing (read: much flapping, scratching of heads and wondering
just what the hell happened to our lives) we are nearly ready to launch our new
business. This week we, as they say in the trade, ‘soft launched’ our new brand,
The Forge, on social media (warning: shameless plugs to
follow shortly). So no turning back – it’s now all about building the buzz and
the right kind of image so that when we officially launch in January we are inundated
with bookings.
All of this means that of course from
now on my blog needs to portray a picture-perfect image of our ‘organic rural
idyll’ where we, and I quote, “combine modern comforts with back to nature
experiences” – and that means I couldn’t possibly
begin to share with you the fact that…
……this week my husband narrowly
escaped death when he nearly toppled the tractor on himself lifting the recently
dispatched pig on the front bucket. It turns out that stuffing your porkers
full of barley and tkids' leftovers turns them into right old hefty buggers.
Cue the humiliating phone call to the neighbouring farmer to bail us out.
Again. Suffice to say, there’s a very large ham and a bottle of something
nice heading their way this Christmas.
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…..or that my kids now point
blank refuse to eat our organic, home-grown cavolo nero kale, turning their
noses up at this in favour of the 99p frozen peas from the supermarket. Ditto
my soup, when I actually get around to making any, is dissed in favour of Heinz
Tomato every time. Why do I bother?!
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| Snow way I'm eating that Mum! |
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| Organic, homegrown roasted pumpkin and spring pea soup with coconut and a hint of chili, finished with creme fraiche and a sprinkling of fresh homegrown coriander - OR - Heinz Tomato. No contest, apparently. |
….or even that I recently took
delivery of a massive case of wine (from one of those deals that seems to come
enclosed with every item of mail these days). There is no way I am relying on
the dodgy, brownish raspberry vodka or sloe gin I made here from the
land a few months ago for all my festive inebriation. Na ah. I definitely need something very tasty
and very alcoholic and from very far away (preferably Australia) to see me
through this yuletide. Although I can’t help thinking that getting said case delivered
on December 1st was a bit of a mistake…hiccup….
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| I don't think they sent us a full box (ahem...) |
And I definitely couldn’t mention
that my big hairy Scot of a husband, famed for his love of the cold and the
great outdoors, surviving on nothing more than a few rabbits and the odd
dandelion leaf, and washing only on every fourth full moon, recently spent
pretty much three days straight in a sauna in Lisbon, showering on average
seven times a day. Perhaps not quite the image we are trying to portray here at
The Forge, but oh so bloody needed after the past few months of hard graft to
get this place ship shape and ready for the spring.
So there you go. Full disclosure
and all that. From now on my posts will be wholesome and squeaky clean and ever so slightly nauseating. Maybe.
And now for that shameless plug.
You would make me a very happy woman if you could like, share, comment or follow
our social media sites – links below. It’s a sign of the times when all I want
for Christmas is some social media love. Oh ok, and maybe a nice fat Australian
Shiraz. Merry Christmas everyone!
