Wednesday, August 14, 2013

And Jack makes three.....

So last Friday I'm in the house and get a text msg from J:  Got a new dog.  Hmm..seriously reminded me of the Discover commercial where the woman says, the husband went out for milk and came back with a puppy.  Yeah, that was my moment.  I go outside and here is this little man:

Someone had (we think) dumped him.  J found him in the middle of the road about a mile south of our house.  He called around to see if anyone was missing him--nope!  No tag, no collar, nothing really identifying him at all.  We think he's a Jack Russell Terrier mix, but who knows.   He's still in the puppy play stage, but he is housebroken! Bonus!  The only downside so far...he is a runner!  Schwoo!  That night we let him out to do his business and he decides to go for a midnight run...on the highway!  I'm chasing after him in the dark, running on the highway in flip-flops.  I see livestock semi's go by and pray don't let him become street pizza.  St Francis of Assisi really should have been my patron saint because he was not harmed at all.  Ugh.

We named him Jack, for Uncle Si off Duck Dynasty:

I like to think its Jack from Will and Grace--Just Jack:

The name has many derivatives:  Jack Daniels, Jack Link, Linky Man, Jack Sprat, Jack Sparrow.  This poor dog is going to end up with an identity crisis.

I do think he was abused or mistreated in his previous life (those people should be shot!).  Whenever a collar is put on him he cowers down and doesn't move and his whole persona changes--so weird.  Walking him on a lead he tries to chew the lead away.  But I'm working with him and trust will come with time. 

So now we have 3 dogs...seriously we are one elephant short of a circus.  Gunnar (the lab) doesn't really pay attention to Jack, but Jose (Chihuahua) definitely is not taking the other sibling well.  He pouts alot, but he will get over it as time goes by. 

Jack has wormed his way into our hearts (especially J's)....I foresee them riding in trucks/tractors/combines in the future.  LOL.  Here he is below checking out a wheat header in the combine...ummhmmm. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Welcome Baby!

So last year, when the hubs and I embarked on our mini-donkey buying experience (he would say he followed along--lol) we bought Charlotte to go with Lucky in November.  The breeder said she was not bred/pregnant.  Well Lucky was young enough that he couldn't be able to or not know what was going on for another year.  We figured we had a good 2 years before baby would be possible.  Mini-donkeys gestate for a year!  Can you imagine?!?!  Well a couple of months later, I noticed she was getting a little chunky in the mid-section.  So I call the breeder back and ask if she could be pregnant.  No, she hadn't been exposed, blah blah blah.  Fine fine.  And how do you really preg-check a donkey anyway--have her pee on a stick?  LOL.  So we just went along with she was just a chunky-monkey.   Until....I noticed her udders starting to bag a couple of weeks ago.  (Bag or bagging is a term with cows, donkeys, probably horses and tons of other mammals where the udders fill and look swollen).  Hmmm--suspicious!  Then I noticed her teats getting longer!  Hmmm--double suspicious!!  Well I consulted the good ol' Donkey dictionary and it said that after a Jennie (girl donkey) starts to bag, expect baby in 4-6 weeks.  So the hubs says we have another 2-4 weeks.  Well guess who got a surprise when I went to do chores this morning! Hello baby!

I run in and tell Jeremy she had her baby!!! Baby had somehow managed to get on the outside of the pen.  The others in the pen were Arnold (bottle calf) and Lucky.  Arnold was all bouncing around trying to figure out what was going on and Lucky was wondering what the thing was.  So I pulled those 2 into a separate pen and lifted baby up and put it into the pen with Charlotte.  Yes, I keep saying "it" because I don't know whether its a boy or girl.  I looked underneath and I didn't see anything identifying boy/girl.  Baby is about 18" tall and weighs about 30 pounds, and has 4 hooves and 2 big ears.

So I like to think that Charlotte was a BOGO, buy one get one free  :-)  Yes, we will never know who the Daddy was (sad commentary on our times really), but at least it has a good home now  :-)

How cute!?!?  Yes that's my finger...was trying to get it to pose.

Charlotte and cute!


Seriously...too cute!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Tequila Cookies

Heading to a Cinco de Mayo party, I wondered about a great dessert to take.  (Mexican Wedding Cookies seemed a little too labor intensive).  So I had this brilliant idea of Tequila Cookies...and were they tasty!

Here's what you need:
French Vanilla or white cake mix
1/2 cup butter softened
2 eggs
2 tbsp veg oil
1ish tsp tequila

Lime frosting (add a little tequila to that too)
Sea salt

Mix butter, eggs, oil, and tequila.  Add cake mix.  Drop by cookie scoop onto sheet and bake at 350 until golden (probably 8-12 minutes, but I really don't know because I don't use a timer).

Once they have cooled, schmear the lime frosting on the bottom of one of the cookies and then smush another cookie on top.  Roll the edges in a salt.  When you bite into the cookie the salt and lime mix with the slight tequila flavor.  Yummo!

Monday, May 6, 2013

Jiggle the Juice Loose

So we got another bottle calf!  Yeah!  Or so I thought before I tried feeding 2 calves at the same time. 

So this little guy's momma's milk dried up and he subsequently got sick.  Sometimes a cow's milk will dry up for various reasons--pretty sure this one is just old age--she done!  LOL.  Anyways, grab this little guy and head to the barn.  Arnold has a roomie!  Well this calf was already 3 weeks old and used to getting milk from a big black momma cow and not some crazy person in pink boots.  So it was a challenge getting Sylvester (I named him Sylvester because he's kind of sly....) to take the bottle.  Plus there's Arnold all up in my business, "But Momma that bottle's for me!"  Schwoo!  Yesterday I got them to feed at the same time!  DOUBLE-BAM!  Two bottles, two hands, two calves....oh its a party in the barn!  I have supreme respect for human mothers of twins!  Can't even imagine. 

Isn't he cute?!?!

Another challenge with 2 calves is that Arnold finishes his bottle before Sylvester and starts doing his thing....the bump to jiggle the juice loose.  Calves will head-butt their momma's udders to jiggle the juice loose for more milk....well there's a slight disparity in the situation that I don't have udders and head-butting me there isn't the most pleasant thing in the world.  Maybe that's why J gave the bottle-feeding job to me--LOL. 

Here they are--aren't they precious?

Bottles need handles on them though...those things get slippery!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Skinny on Lifeproof Phone Covers

So the hubs and I both got iPhones within the last 3 or 4 months--he got the Lifeproof cover, I got the Otterbox.  He was sold on the Lifeproof cover when the AT&T person said it could be dumped in water and still work.  Being a farmer, things in pockets have a habit of taking a swim in horse tanks, mud puddles, poo, getting dropped from tractors, etc, etc.  Until last week, the cover and phone had already taken a dip in the horse tank and puddle--but the biggest test was a 15-foot drainage tile well. 

So we have drain tiles around our foundation to keep the water out (I don't quite understand how it works) but anyways a sump pump is on the outside of the house and pumps water out of this 18" PVC pipe out into the yard.  Great, great.  Well until the hubs hooks the pump back together and his phone takes a triple somersault nose-dive into the bottom of the well.  Uh-oh.   He considered the phone gone to the world, while I tried unsuccessfully to get it out for about 30 min.

Fast forward to the next night and the hubs has devised a brilliant plan to retrieve said phone from the bottom of the well.  Parts of the plan include:  garden hoe, garden hose, gorilla tape, keystone light, and a flashlight.  He rigged up the garden hose to another sump to suck water out, while trying to grab the phone with a hoe gorilla taped to a steel post.  I said this was a brilliant plan.  Part of the problem was that as soon as the water would get sucked out, more water would come in from the drain tiles and fill it back up and we would lose track of where the phone was.  Sure enough though, we spotted the phone and tried scooping it out.  After a couple of tries, me working the sump pump/hose contraption and J working the garden hoe/gorilla tape thing, we managed to get it out.  AND IT WORKED!  The phone was still on!  After being at the bottom of a well for 24+ hours--it was fine.  Now the faceplate is a little scratched from the hoe attacking it, but other than that--works like a champ!

So if you have a farmer friend or person who is accident prone--get a Lifeproof case!  They are worth it!

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

How To Wrangle a Bull

A couple of months ago, after one of our infamous snowfalls, I got to wrangle a bull....

So J was feeding cows in the tractor and somehow Weird Al got out and decided he wanted to play in the snow.  Well Weird Al is a pretty tame and nonchalant bull most of the time.  I don't get worried when I have to get in the pen with him or walk beside him in the pasture.  However, in the snow, he was kind of like a Labrador retriever...just a REALLY big one.  I'm sure you all have seen dogs play in the snow, rolling around, trying to catch it, rolling around in it some more, lick it, shake it off when it gets on their fur.  Well take that amount of frivolity times 250--schwoo!  So here I am and I see Weird Al running into the snow bank.  Hugh (the other bull who was in the pen) starts howling at him and Weird Al gets agitated and starts howling back, all the while rolling around in the snow.  I run over the fence, over another fence, hop through the corral, and head to the barn.  Weird Al by this time had wondered over to the barn with the grain bin, thinking he had struck gold.  But the other implements and another snow bank got his attention, so off he went again.  I am freaking out trying to wave at J--wondering how far Weird Al was going to run around and what he was going to run into.  Well I grabbed a white bucket and filled it with grain and got into the mini-donkey pen.  (Lucky and Charlotte were inside the barn) and waved my grain-bucket carrot stick at Weird Al, hoping he would see me and smell the grain.  He rambles over and I dump some on the ground and he licks it up, then starts howling when its gone.  Well I hang over the corral fence with my magic bunk and somehow lure him into the pen, once he gets through the gate, I shut it and throw the rest of the grain on the ground.  **heart beating at overtime speed!**  Schwoo!  J comes back around and sees me with the grain bucket and goes what's going on...oh nothing much just captured a 2500 lb bull by myself....

God Made a Farmer's Wife

Saw this the other day and totally loved it!  And had to share  :-)

Friday, April 19, 2013

Barnyard Barbie's Guide for Going on Vacay with a Farmer

So a while ago I blogged on Guide to Dating a Farmer--well now it's time for Barnyard Barbie's Guide to Going on Vacay with a Farmer.

Going on vacation may seem like a wonderful idea--warm weather, cold drinks, relaxation, shopping, rejuvenation, etc, etc.  Well...unless you're married to a farmer and have to plan one.  First hurdle--who's going to look after all the critters while we're gone?  I mean turning the lights on a timer is great and all--but who's going to feed Arnold twice a day; check on the cows; feed cows; feed the donkeys; let the chickens out; collect chicken eggs; feed the bulls; water all said creatures; etc, etc?  These are our livelihood and critters and it takes a little more than a neighbor collecting your mail responsibility.  The list takes up a full page of notes and details of where to get water and feed sacks, etc. 

Then comes the big question of when?  Because getting your farmer off the farm is the goal!  Looking at a calendar here are the options, I have scored each one according to the Magic Eight Ball, because sometimes the Magic Eight Ball is a better predictor than Kansas weather  :-)

January--Don't count on it  Calving starts, can't leave those cows alone in the cold
February--My reply is no Calving continues
March--Better not tell you now
April--Reply hazy, try again!  How's the weather?  has corn been planted?  Has corn seed been delivered?  If it hasn't, chances are better on getting your farmer off the farm.  If the seed is delivered, dream on.
May--My sources say no!  Between other grain planting and moving cows to greener pastures (literally), there won't be much time for you and your farmer.
June--Very doubtful!  Not only will you not get your farmer to go on vacation--you probably won't even see him at all
July--Very doubtful!  As nice as cold water and cold drinks sound, cutting down hay and hauling hay will keep you and your farmer busy.
August--Concentrate and ask again. 
September--Don't count on it.  Harvest of corn will keep you both busy.
October--Ask again later.  Chances are dependent on the weather--is it raining?  Your chances of a getaway are better than if its dry.
November--Concentrate and ask again.  Moving cattle to their winter homes will take some time.  Cleaning all equipment for winter storage will leave your farmer frustrated that XYZ bearing went out AGAIN. 
December--Who has time to vacay in December?  LOL

So once you have conned some lucky individual into watching your critters AND chosen a time that your farmer can leave--you have vacation time!  Woot woot!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Lean In or Lean Back?

I’ve been following the dialogue of Sheryl Sandberg’s theory/book Lean In.  It is very interesting stuff and I commend her for writing the book and expressing her opinion.  I do agree that women need to Lean In more and not to stay quiet during board meetings or to not not apply for a promotion because we’re pregnant, etc.  The idea that we (as women) need to Lean In to our careers is a good one.  Except for one thing…what if we want to lean into something else besides our careers?  Someone once told me to work towards what you want your end of the day to look like.  What does that look like?  Is it furiously typing emails into an Ipad?  Is it tucking children into bed?  Is it bottle-feeding calves?  Is it a ritual with a spouse?  Or happy hour with girlfriends?  Or some great combo of all?   What do we want our end of the day to look like?  And does that require us to Lean In to our careers or Lean Back?

Great pic from fellow blogger,

When I was training servers, there were those very gifted, confident people that had no problems walking up to a table of strangers and telling them the featured item for the day.  Others had a sense of apprehension at the table and would physically lean into the table stressed that they would miss something or mess up.  If you are an experienced server, you recognize this immediately dining somewhere, and think “how cute, they’re new”.  I would coach the trainees to physically lean back and relax.  Lean back and relax with the table—apprehension is contagious and your guests will feel it.  Be confident, relaxed, and sure of what you’re doing (or do your best to fake it).   It’s better to have the table laugh with you on a FUBR, than laughing at you. 

When we contemplate how we want our end of the day to look—what if leaning back is leaning in to what we want it to really look like? 

Friday, March 15, 2013

The Full Life

I often get asked "how do you not get attached to the calves?"  "don't you know they go to die?"  "they don't live forever" and a plethora of other questions about getting attached to animals.  Yes, I realize that most of the calves will only be in my world for about a year or so, and the cows maybe 10 years or so.  Does that mean they can't have a happy experience in my presence?  Nope.  LOL.  I think of it as fostering.  These critters are in my life for a while and fill my life with their crazy antics and personalities.  I can watch them, care for them, make their life as happy as possible while they are here.  They give me so much more joy than I can possibly give them.  I know they go away, but while they are here they fill my life with their cuteness  :-)

Check out some of this years calves and their mommas:

I call him Picasso...look at his little face!

Muhammad and her little guy...doesn't she look like a buffalo?

I call him Si--look at his little white beard--LOL

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Muhammad Strikes Again!

So does anyone remember meeting Muhammad last year?  Here's the link for a refresher  :-)   "Say thats not a milk cow"

The other night I get home a little early--ahh what a wonderful feeling!  I get the opportunity to walk around and talk to the animals and see what's going on.  Sometimes I really feel like a cow-lesbian because I check all their lady-parts to see how close they are to calving...but that's another blog.  So there's a cow hanging around looking all fishy and acting like she's going to calf.  Ok, fine.   I walk around for a little bit, she walks around for a little bit, I wish I had binoculars to see what was really going on, but oh well.  I head for the barn, but still keep one-eye on this cow (something told me she was going to have issues).  She finally lays down and starts calving and licking the little girl off.  Wonderful!  I'm talking to my bestie on the phone and start walking over to make sure everything is on the up and up.  Well, the cow and calf are on one side of the creek (which FINALLY has water in it again!  AMEN!) and I'm on the other.  All of a sudden the cow starts head-butting the calf..."I'm going to have to call you back."   Flashback to a year ago the same cow was pummeling her poor calf...and this year she's right by a creek!  I run around the creek and come up between the Muhammad and the creek, hoping she would back off and calm down.  Um, no, no such luck.  She's more of a 1-2-3 punch kind of mom, 1 lick, 2 lick, 3 punch, 1 lick, 2 lick, 3 punch.  This poor calf is trying to stand up only to get knocked down and around by her momma.  Not going well.  I try to get the calf to stand on her own and move away from the creek.  Well that kind of works...until Muhammad lays down The Chair (sorry only wrestling move I could think of) and pummels the calf into the creek bed.  Eeek!!!  I scramble down the creek bed and try to brace myself against something so the calf and me both don't go for a swim.  Which is no easy task when you combine mud, a slippery slope, a 80-lb calf with fluid still on it, me, and Muhammad giving us the death stare from the top.  Hmph.  Call the hubs, um yeah, need some help.  He comes over pulls the calf up and a good 20 feet from the creek and we watch to see what Muhammad will do.  Back to her antics....barn time for her!  So I wait in the pasture for J to bring the truck, keeping on eye on crazy momma and calf.  Can somebody bring a girl her drink?  I'm in the pasture and wearing pink coveralls watching a crazy cow--you can't miss me!  LOL.  J brings the truck and we load up the calf and Muhammad follows us to the barn.  We lock them up and assist in the milking process.  Next morning, she's all fine...its that first 12 hours after birth that Muhammad is a crazy b*tch!  It's never dull on the farm...LOL.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


What a crazy month it has been!  I don't know whether I'm coming or going (hopefully I'm not the only person that feels this way sometimes).  It has been calving season and those little critters are so cute!  And we had our first set of twins!  Yeah!  Well, I said yeah, J so oh no.  Why?  I knew we would have a bottle/bucket calf and was excited--a first time experience for me.  J is more of the "I'm not in 4-H anymore, been there, done that" kind of attitude.  Normally a cow will not accept both of the calves, so without bottle feeding the cast-off will perish.  So we get to take care of Arnold (more on the naming process later).

So what does it take to bottle feed a calf? Patience and lots of dried milk replacer :-)

Tanner's cup?  Not quite--the milk replacer comes with its own measuring cup--how cool is that?!?!?


And of course the directions. 
A little mixing action with some warm water (this lil guy gets 4 cups at each serving right now)


And here's me feeding Arnold.  It took him a while to realize that the goods came from the bottle--but now he comes right up  :-)  He can guzzle the 4 cups in about 2 minutes.  J says when he gets a few weeks older the amount will go up to 8 cups.  Arnold gets fed in the morning and in the evening.  Calves (like all babies) need the nutrients in milk until they can rely totally on solid food.

So how did J come up with Arnold as a name?  Does anybody remember this movie?

Well as it turns out, Arnold is the much bigger calf, and well Danny is the runt.  LOL.

Still a little cutie, but weighs about 20 lbs less than Arnold.  But the momma wanted the lil guy.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

175 and Weird Al Were Getting Real Friendly...and other random text messages

This could be my favorite time of the year!  Its calving time!  Its that time of year when I walk around and talk to the cows (wait...I do that all the time!), but really check them to see if they're about ready to calve, had a calf, general whatevers.  Actually I just promoted myself to Animal Wellness Director of the farm--LOL!  Anyways, I tend to watch them and notice the good, bad, and weird things with them--it doesn't hurt that they let me get pretty close to them.  I think they just love the flower boots and pink coveralls  :-)  When I notice something, I send both J and his Dad (father-in-law, FNL) a text.  They go something like this:

175 and Weird Al were getting real friendly (ie they were getting busy and maybe there will be another calf in 284 days)

852 has one of those lump jaws (ie. a tennis ball sized tumor thing--no biggie, just needs lanced)

Heinze has the weird white eye going on

We are out of grain

063 had her calf!  its a boy!

Etc, etc. 

At these times I think--what did we do without text messaging?  And did my FNL realize he would get this crazy daughter-in-law that would relay these crazy observations?  LOL.

Here's the latest addition to the farm!  so cute!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Kids of the same flock, flock together

My brother and sister and I are pretty close (to outsiders we appear very close--maybe we just don't admit to one another--lol).  The poor hubs and my KU SNL sometimes just sit back and give each other this "did they just get released from the asylum?" or "what's the quickest escape route?" or "what did I marry into?"  or however they pass these silent and sometimes not so silent thoughts on my siblings and me. 

Perfect example, at Thanksgiving (yes the blogpost has been brewing for a while) this was a conversation:

Me:  wild thing
me and sis:  you make my heart sing
me, sis, bro: buh-duh-duhna dun you make everything groovy...and on and on

The hubs and SNL were just sitting there, I'm gonna say awestruck by the musical ability of the family and great actuality it was more like WTF.  LOL.

Just one of the numerous incidents that remind me how awesome they are and that the roots that started years ago, are still strong and hold up as we branch out in life. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Tools of the Trade

During the winter it gets cold here in Kansas, and what does that mean?  Ice, snow, wind and having to chop ice for the animals; all while staying somewhat warm yourself.  Here is my list of what you need to embark on winter chores:


My lovely pink-striped boots finally got a tear in the side and started letting water in.  I found this out after I had plunged my boot into a tank of was not a pleasant experience...cold water, cold socks, bah!  So the hubs and I went to Cabela's and I found these Bogs...and they are fantastic!  They are comfortable, keep my feet warm, and are cute  :-)  What more could a girl ask for?  And they have oh sh*t oh sh*t my boots are stuck in the mud and need a pull out or oh sh*t I'm bundled up in coveralls, hat, gloves and can't quite get my feet into the boots.  Oh sh*t handles are the bomb!


Coveralls are a must, for warmth and for keeping cow poop, hay, dirt, etc off regular clothes.  Mine are Berne and they are pink (of course) 


Now I personally thought these were a little dorky...however trying to search for eggs in a dark barn or walking around at night doing chores is kind of freaky and light is needed.  So my lovely in-laws got me one for Christmas!  It is the bomb!  I'm sure I look like a pink overweight cyclops, but I can see and the animals still come running when they see me, so it can't be that bad  :-) 

Ski mask!

There is nothing like facing a cold north wind or getting splattered in the face with freezing water when you're chopping ice, and since I don't have the facial hair the hubs does, a ski mask completes the farm-girl hottie look. 

I was talking to some guys and they said there was nothing like a farm-girl in coveralls as a "sexy look"....hmmm I think they must be mistaken with some music video with a girl in a bikini sitting on a tractor.  There is nothing sexy about the look above...I really do look like a bloated pink cyclops...oh well keeps me warm  :-)

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Farm Kings? How About Farm Queens!?

So the hubs and I have been watching more TV than we normally do, well he's been watching, I've been reading and occasionally catching what he's watching.  Here's the deal, in January there is nothing on!  So GAC has been on...ALOT.  Yesterday Farm Kings had their top 10 or 20 farm videos on and showing segments of their show as well.  Hmm...nowhere in these videos did it show a woman helping.  The only women in the videos were wearing little sundresses, with cowboy boots on, and their hair blowing in the wind like Victoria's Secret models.  The man is shown hot and sweaty loading hay, driving the tractor, being the MAN.  The women frolicking in the fields waiting for someone to catch them as they dance away to the music in their heads.  Really?  I want to see some "honey" dressed in coveralls and a ski mask hauling 5 gallon buckets of feed around and fighting with a water hose that's almost frozen.  (Oh wait--is that me?  LOL).  Seriously though, Farm Kings?  Its more like Farm Family.  It's not the "man" making it work or the one doing all the work...its everyone that lives on said farm.  At least it is on our farm and most of the farms that I'm aware of.  Next time you see one of those videos with the guy sweating in a tank top to "get the job done"  look behind'll probably see some woman with work gloves on and smiling because she knows she can feed 50 cows...and 5 humans  :-)

Ode to Cogburn

So I've heard horror stories about mean roosters and how when they grow their spurs they get mean and start attacking people...and I have to say...I think I have the best rooster around.  Here's why:

-He stops traffic.  Really he does.  He is such a good looking rooster that people driving into the yard stop and say wow.  (or some other R-rated version of nice rooster).  He stands tall and proud and struts around the yard like he owns it.  I mean look at him, he could grace the cover of Backyard Poultry magazine:

-He is VERY protective.  If he thinks someone is after one of his ladies, he comes a running, wings out to the side, chest flared up.  If one of the hens starts making a quacking sound, here he comes to save the day.  And if one of his ladies isn't in the pen at night, he waits around until I find said lackadaisical hen and run her in.  Then he has to look around making sure they're all accounted for.  So funny to watch.

-He isn't mean.  He has never been mean to me or any of the other people that have visited the farm.  Maybe its because we raised him that way...or maybe he was listening when I gave my "no BULLying policy on this farm" lecture.  (all new critters get this talk, we all get along here, if said new critter doesn't get along, said critter finds a new home.)  Who knows, but he's not mean.

-He's entertaining.  I can call to him and he calls right weird is that?  I rarely hear him before I open the door and when he hears my car leaving or coming back, he does his cock-a-doodle doo.  Highly entertaining.

Oh well, cheers to Cogburn!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

French Onion Pork Chops

The hubs has been sick and so I've been juggling household and outside duties (aren't I always--LOL!).  Anyways, in the essence of no time, I whipped up this quick and delicious meal--yum!

You need:

1 can of Campbells French Onion Soup (Picture)
2 cups of brown rice
1/2 cup (approx) of red wine
3/4 cup (approx) of peas
1 tsp of rosemary
1 tsp of garlic
1 tsp of poultry seasoning
2 pork chops

Pour the soup and red wine into a 9x13 pan and pour the rice on top of that.  Kind of mix around (but doesn't have to be perfect).  Then place the pork chops on top of that mixture.  Sprinkle the seasonings on top of that and add the peas (again doesn't have to be perfect).  Cover with foil and bake at 350 for about 45 min to an hour.  So yummy!  No mixing boil, no dishes to wash, and healthy!  Bam!

Enjoy  :-)