You will never guess what I did.

I set a potato on fire. Yep, that’s right. Actual flames. I was nuking a potato (gonna mash it up and have dinner, as Dave was working late and I was on my own. He usually does the cooking, for very obvious reasons), and the phone rang. Of course I answered, and it was someone interested in the new geldings I have. So we chatted, until “What is that smell?” Oh no! I run to the kitchen (with the phone, hollering, “Ah! My potato is on fire!” I’m certain she thinks I am insane. Honestly, who in the world can burn a freaking potato? But smoke was billowing out of the microwave, and when I opened the door, my little potato was a flaming bonfire. She agreed to call back on Monday after Teddy’s vetting. More interns! Yay! But I gave up on dinner. Just opened the wine and a book (A Son of the Circus, John Irving) and went to bed. Yeesh. I think I am totally off potatoes for awhile.  And the house really, really stinks.

We are looking forward to Sara’s visit this coming Tuesday. She’s touring Virginia! Of course, it is supposed to rain all weekend, so good luck identifying horses, Sara! I will have a large herd of chestnuts, no discernable markings. This is gonna be fun!

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  1. Sandy says:

    Glad to see someone can match my skills in the kitchen!
    Hope your visit with Sara was fun

    • KWilkins says:

      Oh yeah, it went well and quickly. We zipped through the whole herd, and some of my guys earned a score of 8! Crike. maybe I need some muzzles… Better yet, they could try to eat my cooking! THAT will put them off feed for a while@

  2. Anna says:

    Very hot & humid here (110 heat index today) so full-on summer; if I’m lucky we can do some 20 minute lungeing early morning this week, otherwise it’s just keeping the fans going on the horses during day & letting them out for the evening, until September

  3. Lisa says:

    I got to “Ah, my potato is on fire!” and choked on my sparkling water. For the record, I will no longer drink carbonated beverages while reading your blog. Too much chance of a laugh-related injury.


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