farm skills contest {lost in translation}

First of all,
I need you to mourn with me for just a moment or two.
I tried my first batch of mozzarella cheese...
and it was a failure.
Dang it.
But the good news is,
I now know how to spell it without using my spell-check.
Baby steps.

I blame the quality of milk.
Which is all the more reason I need dairy goats.

Moving on...

We went to our little teeny tiny township fair yesterday.
I had all kinds of fantasies of my Chinese children
quickly becoming little cattle ranchers
and bread bakers as a result
of our experience.

Sigh.
That didn't happen.
Far from it.

But 3 out of 4 of them did enjoy the horse shoes.
So I count that as a step in the right direction....

But I totally lost them during the Farm Skills Contest.

Not a smile to be seen for miles.
Nary a grin.

I think Macy's expression pretty much sums
up her opinion on country livin'.

Chinese city slickers.
I'll convert them if it kills me.

Yes, I will.