Well... we did it. We were in a hip little craft beer joint in Nashville, saw the Impossible burger on the menu, and ordered one.

Of course they wanted to send it out with a fresh baked bun, cheese and all the sauces.

But we passed on all of that so we could really get an idea what all the fuss was about. Here’s what we decided:

🌱 It is better with ranch. Matt jokes, “What vegetable isn’t?” (His jokes are getting worse the older he gets.)

🌱 It is fairly close, although not identical, in terms of appearance. The texture was a little off to me, but not as much as I assumed it would be.

🌱 It’s taste is OK, but we definitely didn’t fall into the category that is was the same as beef. It has a little bit of an odd after-taste but we also agreed a lot of that is probably disguised with buns, topping and sauce.

🌱 The smell is a little funky. Our waitress told us they really stink up the kitchen when they cook them. Again, that’s probably masked fairly well when it’s all dressed up.

🌱 It is not healthier. The Impossible burger is higher in fat, significantly higher in sodium, and short 7 grams of protein compared to lean ground beef. It does have some fiber (go plants!) that lean beef does not.

With all that in mind, we know a lot of the people that choose a plant-based burger do so because they’ve been told it’s a better choice for the environment. Unfortunately, that’s not true either.

Livestock are an important piece of a healthy, sustainable farming. Our cattle play a key role in maximizing our land efficiency, soil and water quality and cycling GHGs right here on our farm. (If you think they aren’t part of the natural ecosystem, don’t forget that millions of buffalo used to wander these lands.)

Agriculture as an entire industry only accounts for 8.4% of total US GHG emissions and we are well on our way to reducing that to less than 4% (USFRA, 2019). Livestock only make up a small portion of that.

Look, if you like this sort of thing - that’s awesome! We raise the grains that go into that plant patty too, so we are all about options. (We do however highly recommend you use ranch.)

But if you don’t like it - because of the taste, nutrition, price, or funky smell - that’s cool too. We get you. We are you.

Don’t let Hollywood, or Nancy next door, make you feel bad about that choice - because it’s actually a pretty solid one.

A lot of people write about young love or new love. Tonight, I had to write about our love - which isn’t young or new. But like a whiskey aging in a barrel, it’s only getting better.

“Are you two newlyweds?” She shouted at me, over the band.

“Newlyweds?” I must have raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve been watching you two. He doesn’t see anyone else in the room. We figured you were just married.”

I looked at him. He smiled - one of my favorite, whiskey-all-day smiles - and pulled me closer to finish our dance.

Newlyweds?

Oh no... when we were newlyweds I was a size 2. I was full of the confidence that comes from lack of living and certain we would never be more in love than we were right then, on our wedding night.

When we were newlyweds, that was well before he had seen me...

Seen me laughing so hard I spit coffee out all over my shirt. And crying so hard my whole body trembled with my tears.

Before he seen me transition from a careless, never-say-no to fun undergrad to someone that keeps a written planner and three calendars on her at all times.

It was before he seen me slim down to train for marathons and nearly double my body weight while growing his child (twice). It was definitely before he seen these stretch marks he swears he doesn’t notice.

It was before he’d seen me step up onto a stage to steal an audience, and watched me fall down onto the floor when it all has been too much.

He’s seen me sick. Fat. Thin. Ugly. Pretty. Strong. Weak. Happy. Angry. Sad. Scared.

Tired. Really tired. He probably sees me tired more than anything else...

But not this night. This night, hours away from home and the farm and real life we aren’t tired. We have rewound life for a single night, back to when our only care in the world was loving each other.

Back to when we were newlywed.

Only, now it’s better. Because we aren’t clueless, hopeful newlyweds praying this thing works.

The curtain is gone now.

Now, he definitely sees me. All of me. (Stretch marks included.)

And tonight, in this little bar crammed full of people, with a band playing all the right music, we aren’t kids, praying it works anymore.

Now, we know it does.

I answered her. “No, we’ve been married almost 11 years,” I said.

“To each other?” She laughed, shook her head and told us to have fun.

We did.

Here’s to love that ages like good spirits. 🥃

I spent the first few years of my adult life expecting my husband to manage all things financial.  Even though I was working and bringing in a regular paycheck, those responsibilities seemed (in my mind) to naturally fall to him.  It was a huge, and unfair burden I placed on him to carry alone. 

Several years ago I became frustrated with not understanding where all of our money was going.  I made the decision that I was going to step-up and get control of our household finances.

Looking back, I can easily say this is one of the greatest things I do for our family, farm and future. I now know exactly where our family spending goes and know that we are on track for our personal goals.  

Below I am sharing a tool I've created to use for our budget.  I do this twice a month, with each of my paychecks, and use this to manage our family living. (This is NOT a tool we use to manage farm income and expenses.)  

This isn't a fancy tool.  It's very basic.  For me, it's perfect.  For others, it may not work.  But in the case it has some value to someone, I've decided to share. 

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I grew up with a family in the restaurant business and as a kid, loved everything about hanging out in our local, downtown business. So, when my husband climbed on board with the idea of running a small agritourism business on our farm, I jumped in. During that time, it’s become clear a few things people can do to support small-town businesses.


1. Shout the good out and whisper the bad in. This is the complete opposite of how we normally behave, and I am just as guilty as anyone. Think about the last time you had a bad meal in a restaurant. The server comes by and says, “How is everything?” Most people respond, “Fine.” Then, when they walk out, they literally tell everyone how awful the meal was… everyone except the one person who needs to know in order to change it – the business owner!


On the flip, when someone has a good experience, they will often rave to the business owner and then forget about it shortly after leaving. According to Andrew Thomas on Inc.com, a dissatisfied customer will tell 9 to 15 people. Only one out of every 10 satisfied customers will share about their experience.


So if you really want to see small town business succeed, change the way you communicate the good and bad. When something is wrong, quietly and politely let the business owner know. They can’t fix what they don’t know is broken. When something is good, be the one out of ten and tell your friends!


2. Stop in and hang. Atmosphere is so much of what makes a business work. When people see other people at a place, it silently communicates that place has value, that place is worth being at. When they walk into a place that’s dead quiet, it communicates something else altogether. Plus, a slow day is a HARD on a small-town business owner where every single dollar counts. Swing by and say hello. Hang out a minute. Buy a donut…


3. Try to avoid the big city comparisons. Our small-town business is an agritourism adventure, commonly known as a pumpkin patch. Last year we were over-the-moon excited when we hit our 1,000th visitor. It was literally the weekend before we closed for the season. Most businesses like ours are located near large population centers – or at least larger than the town of 4,000 and county of 10,000 that we call home. Many pumpkin patches will have a single Saturday attendance as large as our entire season attendance. As much as we want to be as awesome as “Big City Pumpkin Patch”, we cannot feasible do a lot of what they get to. Even if you tell us about six dozen times.


Instead of comparing small-town businesses to their big city counterparts, try to find the things that make small-town businesses unique – their super service, their quant, small-town feel, the fact that you’ll always know other people there, their great, up-close FREE parking, the amazing apple-cider donuts – and focus on those things!


Having grown up in a more suburban area, I can tell you – there’s a whole lot of value in small town businesses that the big city, or the internet, can never match. Find those things and appreciate them.


4. Share the love on social media.Small-town businesses run on tight – I mean TIGHT – operating budgets. Social media can often be one of the greatest tools a small-town business has to get the word out there about their products and services. Throw in the fact that a majority of American adults make buying decisions based off friend’s recommendations, your social media shout-out to a local business is HUGE!


Check in when you are at their location, tag them in your photos, and tell your friends about the great things you found or experience you had. Don’t forget – whisper the bad to the business owner to give them a chance to correct or explain. Posting negative things on social media first only makes a business owner feel bad and defensive. (Yes, business owners are people with feelings.)


Thomas says it takes FORTY positive customer reviews to undo the damage of a single negative review. Knowing that 88% of people read an online review before making a purchase decision, your social media love is priceless!


5. Vote with your dollars.At the end of the day, what will keep your small-town businesses alive comes right down to dollars and cents – literally. So go and visit and find something you just can’t live without (and then buy three)!

Matt and Kate would like to thank their own community for showing such amazing support over the last two years to this new farm tourism adventure. The lessons discussed above have been learned from the love shown to them by people in the community who are veterans at supporting small-town business with both their dollars and their influence. They are continually amazed at the efforts people will go through to help others get started – some of those people have already made two or more trips to the patch this year! ​

I’ve been hiding.
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I have been doing these leadership and growth things. You know - those ones you’re supposed to do to get ready for all the other things you’re supposed to do.

Yea, those things.


I keep reading that, “because of my confidence and competence I need to be aware that I can intimidate those around me.”


Intimidate... those around me.


CRAP! I love the people around me. I don’t want to intimidate them. I don’t mean to intimidate them. I want them to like me because I like them.


And let’s be real, we all want to be liked. Not feared. Right?


So, that’s been hanging with me.


When I walk in a room, when I speak to an audience, when I speak up on a team.


“Careful Kate. Don’t speak to confidently. Don’t provide too much information. Act like you don’t know the answer. Pretend you don’t have any ideas. Don’t let anyone know you’ve spent hours researching to be ready for this. Don’t intimidate.”


Don’t intimidate.


Sunday morning, during a walk to check my pumpkins, I had a podcast playing. (God Centered Success with Mia Rene. Check it out, it’s good.)


She read a piece of scripture I’ve read a dozen times but never heard.


Sunday I heard.


Three men. Each, given a different gift from his master to manage. (In literal terms, bags of gold.)


Two, managed well and doubled their gifts. One, out of fear and not knowing his master’s heart, buried his gift until his master returned.


When his master returned, he responded to his fearful actions by calling him a “wicked and lazy servant.” (Matthew 25:26)


According to Matthew 25, Parable of the Talents, we are given unique gifts, “each according to his ability”. Those who use those gifts are called “good and faithful”.


Those who bury their gifts out of fear are called “wicked and lazy.”


The message rang loud and clear to me. Probably because I’ve been trying to bury my gifts out of fear.


But on Sunday I heard. I am to use those gifts. I am to use my own gifts for the works laid out before me.


And actually, so are you...


I’ll stop hiding now. And I’ll pray he guides me as I show back up and take my seat at the table. You can pray for me too.

​When I was a little girl, I thought I could do anything, because, as culture told me, I was just as smart, just as strong, just as capable as anyone - especially any man.

As it turns out, that’s actually a load of crap.

But I didn’t realize it right away. I graduated college and entered my career still believing it. I entered the room believing whatever I thought, whatever I had to say, was equally as relevant as anyone else in the room. To hell with wisdom and experience- I was equal and I knew it because I had been told so.

I can’t pinpoint exactly when, but at some point, something clicked. And suddenly I realized, I’m not equal. I’m not equally as smart, equally as strong or equally as capable.

Now, I consider it one of the greatest blessings of my professional life to daily be sitting at a table where everyone around me is more intelligent, stronger and more capable.

Even at home, I’m grateful everyday my husband is physically stronger, more mechanically inclined and more detailed oriented than me. (If he wasn’t we would be in a real mess.)

Now, I’ve got some things I bring to the table. I’ll bring more passion than anyone. Whatever I give up in smarts I’ll make up for in work. I’ve got a knack for envisioning solutions that are outside the box, executable and more-often than not successful. I can understand complex things and then communicate them in an elementary way.

I’m good at those things - really good, actually.

But... I’m not equal. To the men, or the women, who sit with me. Sometimes (like in passion) I’m a little bit more. Often times (like in the details, mental strength or just plain intelligence) I’m quite a bit less.

We were created differently and our Creator doesn’t make mistakes. We were intentionally made to be more in some, and less in others.

Maybe that design is to keep us humble, or to encourage relationship, or maybe to constantly remind us that we cannot function alone. (All things that we have to remember to truly be in relationship with Jesus.)

I get the equality movement - it’s valid and important. But I also know the dangers, firsthand, that mindset can play if we encourage everyone to see themselves as the same, instead of embrace the differences God intentionally created us with.

I have been more successful as a professional, a wife and a friend once I learned to embrace myself as different, not equal.

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This is not meant to disparage the Women’s Equality movement. As a professional woman who has experienced some of the problem, I want to clearly state those issues are real, worthy of attention, and in need of correction.

However, some of the conversations I’ve seen in relation to today’s equality celebration, attempt to promote the same damaging idea that I fell victim to. I have been more successful as a professional, a wife and a friend once I learned to embrace myself as different, not equal.

Imposter syndrome: the persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one's own efforts or skills.


I suffer. Some days a little. Some days a lot. Earlier this week I was having one of those days. I had an amazing opportunity and was surrounded by amazing people...


And felt like I didn’t deserve to be there. I didn’t belong and wasn’t qualified and at any moment everyone was likely to figure that out.


I was handling it by hiding behind my camera, staying back in the group, not taking a seat at the table.


I was doing well hiding right up until this guy, who happens to be the United States Secretary of Agriculture, quite literally pulled me out from behind my camera, from behind my group, and asked, “May I have my picture with you?”


Secretary Sonny - I know you likely do this a lot, it’s in your nature. But I want you to know that Tuesday morning when you did that to me you spoke much deeper to me in that moment than you’ll ever realize.


As you took a moment to visit with me about my career, my farm, and even tease me about being embarrassed, what you really said to this girl from Missouri who felt like she didn’t belong in our nation’s Capital City, was “It’s OK. Come up to the front. You can be here, you belong. You can talk and I will listen.”


Secretary, you have big, important things to do. And on behalf of all of us I’m so grateful you do. But in that small moment, you took your power and your position to pull someone else forward - to give someone else value.


And that Secretary, is the true definition of leadership.


I am forever thankful and will forever treasure this photo.


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Lord, get this man out of my house...


He’s home for dinner, again. It’s not that I don’t love him home, but it’s the wrong time of year for him to be home.


Normally by now I would be starting to forget what he looks like in the daylight, but this year he has yet to have a late night. We have exactly zero acres of our crop planted. (With the exception of 1/3 acre of sweet corn.)


So what’s the hold up?


Well, it’s been raining. Every few days for quite a while we’ve been getting rain. The obvious problem with wet ground is that machinery will get stuck and tear up the ground while trying to plant.


The less obvious problem with wet ground is the low quality planting conditions. When seed is planted into cold, wet soils the seed can actually rot right in the ground, and never come up.


Corn seeds will sprout at 52 degrees soil temperature, but we’d prefer closer to 60 degrees. Our temps have been bouncing back to the 40s, which makes it less than ideal planting conditions even if it hadn’t been so wet.


Even if we could have planted, the wet and cold conditions would have likely created an uneven stand. Stand is a farming word used to describe all the plants in the field. A healthy stand is where the plants all emerges from the ground within 24 hours. Uniformity in the crop, or an even stand, is important for management, pollination and harvest.


An uneven stand is harder to manage, more likely to have pollination trouble and more challenging to combine, almost always resulting in lower yields.


OK. So why not just plant late?


A late start means the timing on everything is off.


The spring rains we count on to get things going will be gone. The summer drought we can nearly always count on will hit at a time when our crops need rain the most.


An early frost will be deadly to a late planted crop.


Luckily, seed technology in the last decade has come a long way to help us deal with some of the perils thrown our way. This is even more true when conditions are less than ideal, like this year.


So now what?


We wait. As soon as it dries out enough they will start running and running hard.


Spraying first, followed by corn planting and finally beans will go in.


May 25 is the last day we can plant corn and still have full coverage insurance on it.


So say a prayer for us and all the farm families running behind this year. Pray not only that we get the crop in, but that we can do so safely as the days ahead will bring long hours.


Finally, we have to acknowledge that we are still the lucky ones, as many families who were in the destructive paths of floods will not have any fields at all to plant for 2019.


Check back with us soon - hopefully we will have progress to report.