Hey girl.

I know how you feel about refined carbohydrates.

So instead of buying you chocolates for Valentine’s Day, I bought you 50 lbs of raw, organic, grassfed butter.

Hey girl.

This local, raw, unfiltered honey is twice as sweet as white sugar.

But it’s still not as sweet as you.

Hey girl.
You really don’t use shampoo?
Your hair is the softest I’ve ever touched. 

Hey girl.
You were right.
Beet kvass is a better pairing for duck liver pâté than red wine.

Hey girl.
The raw milk guy isn’t here yet.
Don’t wait up.
I’ll start the yogurt when I get home. 

Hey girl.
Your #2 may be a #3 on the Bristol Stool Scale
but you’ll always be #1 to me. 

Hey girl. Broth is beautiful. Just like you.

Hey girl.

I know breast milk is best, but it’s not always an option.

Which is why I made this nourishing formula with raw milk, cod liver oil, and bificobacterium infantis, just like Sally Fallon recommends.

Hey girl.

It’s ok that I wandered into the wrong person’s backyard when you gave me the wrong address for the buying club drop. I ended up talking to them for an hour about the benefits of grassfed meat and how the politically correct diet dictocrats at the USDA have gotten the food pyramid all wrong.

I never would have met them if it wasn’t for you. 

Hey girl.

Let’s do it tonight. Let’s finally set up that kombucha continuous brew system.