Hubby always tells people, when referring to me, that ‘she doesn’t like to cook, but she loves to feed“!
And it is true.
I don’t derive any pleasure in cooking. I mean, if I have a podcast on or maybe something on You Tube playing, I can make sense of spending the time cooking – because I’m also listening to something I’ve wanted to listen to but didn’t have the time.
But, if I have to just COOK, it isn’t for me. ALL of my recipe books have the words, “quick” or “10 minute” in the title. I like fresh – but it also has to be fast.
However, give me an animal to feed, and I’m in heaven. I don’t care how long it takes to prepare his food or medicine.
I love it!
As long as I have the funds to feed properly, it is a task I welcome. For me, there is nothing better than seeing healthy equines! Bring on the dapples and the shine!
Here we have Princess Buttercup Pebbles, Norma Jean and Ethel Merdonk – all having dinner.
Dominic waiting for his bucket. (This is not a very flattering photo of Dominic, my fault, but I wanted you to see all of his colors! I see every possible color of horse on his body right now!)
MY TACK ROOM IS REALLY A FEED ROOM – my Equine Kitchen.
I gave up putting my tack in my tack room because it is full of feed and medicines. Are you like that? My tack is in my trailer.
Every time I open my tack room door, I smile. Mostly because I haven’t had a barn for 6.5 years and it means so much to me to have this part of my life with my horses – back. I’m so grateful.
Yes, I could cook for my animals all day long, but for me, nah.
Finn, Mo and Missy Miss, wondering why Gwen gets a bucket TWICE a day… (Yes, it is still muddy here in water soaked Northern California.)
28 year-old Queen Gwen, having her second bucket of the day.
While she eats, I make up her bed.
She gets particular senior feeds and chopped hay. I have no issue preparing all of this for her… I could do this for an hour. But I would dread spending an hour cooking.