As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Icelandic horse as sushi
I know that horse meat is on the menu in Iceland. Be sure to watch to the end of this short video to see a clever take on "Icelandic horse as sushi." It is really not want you think--it will make you smile.
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