Dutch Oven

Let there be fire.

Better Half is a man’s man.  He loves to be outdoors more than almost anything, and he is definitely one with nature.  Me. . . not so much.  I love the woods in autumn, and occasionally during winter.  I hate ticks.  I am terrified and freak out over snakes and spiders.  I’m clumsy and trip.  A lot.

Better Half’s next favorite thing is chopping wood and building fire.  Oh, not fire.  F I R E!! Along with snakes and spiders, fire freaks me out.  When I was pregnant with Lovely Daughter, I caught my sweater sleeve on fire over the stove.  Watching a pregnant woman screaming while fire is roaring up her arm and down her rotund belly while her father-in-law and husband are beating out the flames is not a pretty sight.  Oh, and then there’s the time BH started our backyard on fire while we were living in Alaska.  In the winter.  In the snow.  Three weeks after he burned brush.  Yes, the fire lay dormant under feet of snow and slowly built up until it caught our backyard on fire.  Our house was built on an old hay field.  BH was in Japan at the time.  I also was not home.  Thank God for neighbors.  Then, two years ago at 4:00 a.m.,  BH woke up with a “strange feeling.”   Our 10 acres across from our house was on fire.  Guess who had been burning brush?  Thank God for the rural fire department.Do you notice a pattern?  Hmmm.

Lately BH has been burning brush like a madman.  Other day he built me a perfect fire on our creek and set up Tiki torches.  We took the Dutch oven, browned some chops, threw in veggies, and kicked back and made popcorn as an appetizer and drank yummy drinks while everything cooked.  It was great; romantic in a kind of Brawny Man way!  I love the man, fire and all!

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