by Bethany on August 31, 2010
Growing up on our farm has given me a variety of experiences that most people just don’t have. From cleaning up after horses, pigs, turkeys, sheep, rabbits and whatever else we happen to have in our barn to seeing who can run across the gravel in bare feet the fastest. (Other people have been bored enough to do that, right?)
Anyway, here’s a little experience back before I got my driver’s licence. And this may actually explain a thing or two about my driving skills… ahem.
One of the scariest moments in my life was when I was driving our four-wheeler and ended up taking the turn too fast on a steeper hill. I tried to cling on to the handlebars as I flew past our turkey barn, but I felt the four-wheeler slip out of my desperate fingers and slammed onto the grass.
This is what our four wheeler looks like!
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You, like me, might think that a four-wheeler would just stop in this situation.
You, like me, would be wrong.
In wide-eyed horror, I watched as the four-wheeler just kept on rolling… right into our corn field.
First thought- “I’m going to be so grounded that I won’t be able to leave my house until I’m 22”.
Second thought- “There’s a creek on the other side of this corn field”.
As it same to a shuttered halt about five feet into our field, the panic began to ease. Maybe I’ll only be grounded until I’m 21. And I managed to back it out of the field, mangling corn as I went.
After I was done, there before my eyes was a huge gaping hole in my father’s field; it looked like two grizzlies had spent the afternoon wrestling or the beginning of an elephant corn maze. I thought again, “Okay, maybe 23- or 32.”
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Unfortunately I realized that someday, probably in the near future, my dad would just happen to pick up on the fact that we now have a five foot hole in our field. As I creeped up to him, trying not to look directly into his eyes, I told him the whole story.
My jaw fell to the ground as my dad just laughed at me, and ten years later I still got to go to college.
by porktastic on July 23, 2010
Every morning I pass a Bob Evans on my way to the office. Every morning I think about the wonderful pancakes, omelets, and sausages that I have devoured at Bob Evans on Sunday mornings with my family. Every morning as my stomach is digesting the Corn Flakes that seemed like such a good choice to an hour ago, it longs for the meals of Sunday past.
Well, now I have the opportunity to win a year’s worth of Bob Evan’s breakfast! Thanks to the Ohio Livestock Coalition and Bob Evans all Ohio residents need to do is watch a video about a farmer and submit your name! You can register seven times a day until October 15th!
I was told that you have to be pretty open when writing a blog so I have a confession! Something that just may get me kicked out of Porktastic… Part of registering for the free breakfast is choosing to learn about raising pigs, turkeys, lamb, beef, etc. You think to yourself, “Well, I love bacon, ham and all things pork so I’m obviously going to choose Jim Heimerl. Bethany is also going to choose the Heimerl’s because she works for the Ohio Pork Producers Council and helps write this blog.”
…Um, well… my dad happens to be the turkey farmer! Wait, wait… before you start lighting the pitchforks and forming an angry mob, I need to let you know that he actually raises both pigs and turkeys (the man wears many hats). I may have to choose both because not choosing the pig farmer would be denying my love of bacon and not choosing my father would be allowing my mom to pile on years worth of guilt. (Seriously, my parents are some of the coolest people you will ever meet, but one time I forget to call home after my drive back to Columbus to let them know that I arrived unscathed. Four years later, I still get the “Make sure to call when you get back and not forget like that one time…)
Whew, sorry for bringing up all those hidden emotions. Back to the free breakfast! Seriously, the only real question is do I want the hotcakes, sausage gravy and biscuits, or turkey and spinach omelet… The ethical dilemmas continue and if I have gray hair by the time I’m thirty, you will know why!
What’s your favorite breakfast food?
- B
