Monday, January 27, 2014
My friend Mark has a big hunting dog named Harley. Harley is a working dog but he can't help but wallow in a little comfort from time to time. He is known to practically crawl into the fireplace or nuzzle against a hot stove, a habit that has yet to singe his hairs but comes darn close. One day a few winters ago Harley was curled up near the wood stove in the Livingston Brook Farm kitchen and I looked over at Mark, myself a little uncomfortable at the heat shooting from it. Harley seemed happy as a clam, sleeping soundly. Mark shrugged and said, "I guess he's on low bake." I loved that clever comment. I use it all the time for the cats here. While a storm is swirling outside the farm house the cats seem to know where to set up camp. They both find a place right near the Bunbaker and consider it their home for low baking. Sometimes I take that fleece off the old bench there and set it down myself with a mug of something warm and a good book. We all enjoy a low bake around here. Especially on days like today.