“I want us to raise chickens for meat,” CJ said. “Like proper farmers.”
“Seriously?” I said. “When you wanted to breed pigs for meat you fell in love with the pigs and ended up screaming, ‘I will never eat their babies!’ Remember?”
When our neighbors John and Aussie Bronwyn announced that they were selling their property and moving away, CJ and I were mortified. More than anyone, those two have taught us how to live on 20 acres. How could they abandon us?
This is my very own special recipe. If you want to make fabulously failed cherry jam like I did, you must follow these steps exactly.
Ingredients
1 cherry tree
1 gruff Kiwi bloke
2 lesbian farmers
