4.09.2012

brought to you by the letter f

the ruggian clan is in town, and yesterday we ventured out to malibu farm for their first annual feaster.  ya heard me, feaster.


it did not suck.

ooh was this pretty white table ever a hot mess after the feast.  there were great bowls of pastel m&m's and mini marshmallows for the children to decorate blue velvet cupcakes with.  they couldn't reach the bowls, so my southern gentleman gallantly offered them ivory handled serving spoonfuls of sugar, thinking they'd delicately pluck a marshmallow or two.  they immediately grabbed everything on the ladle, slammed it onto the icing, and skipped off with a red bull cocktail four year old style.  awesome.


this little piggy greeted us at the gate.  I WANT A PIG.  he was a much better welcome than the somewhat spacey gal in 5 inch stiletto booties who commanded the entry list.  a nervous bird, she was horrified that the ratio of adults to children was split 80/20.  and the ruggian contingent, consisting only of the 80 ilk, brought easter baskets to join in on the eggie festivities.  this blew her mind!  we assured her we wouldn't take eggs out of the kiddies hands (much) and hurried away.  

why would anyone want more toddlers than adults at any occasion?  truly, it's a mystery to me.  cardinal rule: you must never be outnumbered by The Children.


luckily, once past the gatekeeper, it was a completely different story.  as a jazz trio serenaded the grown ups, lovely apron clad peeps strolled around with trays full of deviled eggs (i had five), corn dogs on sticks in a bed of grass (so cute!) brussels sprout pizza (HOLY SHIT), farm fresh veggies, and bloody marys (the best i've ever guzzled).   the waitstaff got to know our group quickly and made a beeline for us with every offering.  they had our number, AND I LIKED IT.  


of course there were chickens.  some baby chickens too, and baby bunnies, all in a state of abject terror over the toddlers racing around after them with candy colored digits outstretched.   80/20, baby.  good odds for people. bad odds for tiny animals.


although arnold the pig and the two very large cow sized goats were safe, they were not afraid to grill up some carnivorous grub.  i like me a farm that likes it some MEAT.  


this was our view as we sipped on wine-- bottomless vino!  the good aproned folks had our beverage number as well, and that made me:


(we ended up leaving the basket activities to the under four set, but i stole a chicken for my hair.  it had to be done.)

happy spring, easter, passover, cocktails... whatever you may be celebrating at the moment!

25 comments:

  1. Wow! Looks like an AMAZING day! Will Ruggy's family adopt me? hehehehe. Love the chicken in the hair :)

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    1. ruggy has already voted you in, you are GOLDEN :)

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  2. This is awesome! I would have LOVED to eat in such a setting.

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  3. I like your rule of thumb: You must never be outnumbered by The Children. Words to live by.

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    1. hey, backup from the horses mouth, man.

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  4. A Feaster indeed! May I steal this word to use in my own extended family? (I'm going to steal it, anyway. The Easter afterglow of Christian morality induces me to ask permission.) Note: pigs are not house-trainable. Ditto horses and goats. Rabbits can be trained to a litter box.

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    1. ha! yes, you are permitted, no confession needed.

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  5. Happy Easter right back at you! I joined my peeps for a short trip to Italy for easter - lovely weather and lotsa wine! :D

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    1. i think italy beats malibu. but we were a close second!

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  6. nice to see you home, safe and sound, enjoying the feaster with your man and, obviously, a bird. :-)

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  7. Happy Easter! Looks like a beautiful way to feast.

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  8. Your face in that picture = awesomesauce. Looks like you had a most fabulous time, which means I am incredibly jealous!! XOXO Happy Feaster!

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  9. Haha! What a fun feaster!! I will be stealing that word...
    I spent my festivities at the beach. On a blanket. In a bikini. With a bottle of wine. By myself! It was bliss! No childrens in sight - couldn't agree more on that rule!
    While pigs kind of creep me out - I have trouble stopping myself from stealing me a goat (cheap lawn service!!!)

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    1. that sounds WONDERFUL. i'm sure you were clothed in some stunning silk dress?

      the goats did keep the lawns manicured :)

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  10. Happy belated feaster! This post is feeding right into my California dreamin' fantasies!

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  11. Looks like a great day! food, vino and barnyard animals!!

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  12. Ohmygosh. That is real life? Holy cow that table looks incredible. I need to move to California. And the chicken= so chic. Or *chick* :D

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  13. Looks like you had a fabulous fabulous time! Those bloody mary's, corn dogs on grass, and warm weather has me so jealous! It was warm here in Philly, but not nearly as warm as it seems in your photos :)

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  14. that looks like such an amazing day! loooooove long boozy lunches in the sun....

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  15. ...and if KIDS are gonna hafta be there, there BETTER be booze :o)

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  16. Oh my. That looks like the greatest easter event EVER. I want to go to there. I love that the adults brought baskets - the site did say BYOB! And I love your hair chicken - I wish my hair had such capabilities! Hope you had a fantastic time!

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