I suspect I'm doing this largely for myself, but on the off chance that I'm not, I'll start off with a quick rundown of the household. There's me, Mom-in-chief. There's the Better Half. There's the Spawn, approaching her 2 and a half birthday, who keeps us all on our toes. There are two goats names Big Goat and Little Goat. The Spawn named them. They're currently clearing the brush in our woods. We plan to eat them when they're done. There are six turkeys, unnamed. We plan to eat them when they get a bit bigger. There are ten chickens, nine hens and one rooster. Once the hens are done laying, we plan to eat them. There's Caruso, the cat. We don't plan to eat him.
We're currently renting a house on a 3/4 acre lot, most of which is covered with trees. In one of the few marginally sunny spots, we have a garden. We also have two much sunnier plots at a community garden. In all of these, we practice better gardening through neglect. Despite this, we get a reasonable amount of produce out of them. Perhaps we'll be a bit more organized about it all next year. Perhaps not.
The Better Half works in the exciting world of prepare-to-be-outsourced-at-moment IT. I'm very close to getting a very expensive piece of paper that says I know how to fake my way through talking about China. Otherwise I try and keep the Spawn on track. One day, if civilization doesn't collapse, she'll be able to read all this and wonder why she turned out as well as she did.