There’s a story to this place. Pull up a chair. This farm has always been a gathering place. I can recall the days when my grandfather was alive and there was work to be done, my Dad and his brothers would come to help. Tagging along would be my sister and me and all of our cousins. We all worked together and had a great time, and when the work was done a wonderful meal would be waiting for all of us back at the farmhouse - all homemade and mostly home grown. Sometimes we would end up on the front porch eating watermelon and spitting seeds into the yard. And if we were really lucky, we'd get homemade ice cream.
She would stand at the counter in front of the window and roll out her crusts for her pies, mix batters for cakes, or knead dough for her rolls and breads. I would get to lick the beaters from the mixer. There was always something sweet to eat in her kitchen; always homemade cookies in the cookie jar. I still use her jelly spoon to make my jams and jellies. It is stained purple from the hundreds of batches of jelly it has been dipped into. Like Grandma, we make everything in small batches and everything is made from scratch.
The main thing here is that we care about quality. It is our intention to provide you with the same quality beef that we put on our dinner table for our family. Our beef is raised to extremely high standards. But we’ve raised cows on our land since the very beginning, so we’ve gotten pretty good at it. (Is our pride showing?)