Throughout my blog posts there’s a theme of practicality. I’m rarely a sentimentalist and when romance gets sappy it tends to make the hair on my neck stand up. Even Continue Reading →
With the busy-ness of the garden coming to another close, my first impulse is gratitude. There’s a deep satisfaction that rises up when I count jars of salsa, peruse our Continue Reading →
One of the perks of being a teacher is that in the summer everyone else in the house still goes to work so I have the farmette all to myself. Continue Reading →
When Darrell and I got in the car to come and look at this old farmhouse, we never really expected to buy it. We had seen an ad in our Continue Reading →
We had a bitterly cold winter in upstate New York that frayed the edges of more than just a few of us. Our house was built by people who were Continue Reading →
*This post is a part of my Generations project which was born out of Kneading Life workshops. Inevitably some participants recount the impact of the food traditions they were raised Continue Reading →
My husband, Darrell, grew up in the 60s and 70s as the second oldest of five children. At six foot four inches tall today, he didn’t end up the largest Continue Reading →
I’ve suffered an overextended belly several times this holiday season right alongside friends and family. I’m not suffering from eater’s remorse but have noted that there’s often a buzz around Continue Reading →
Deep in the cracks and crevices of who we are, each one of us carries food memories. Mine are rooted in my grandparent’s house where smells filled the air Continue Reading →
If it’s quiet enough in the house I can sometimes almost hear my mother howling along to the musical score from The Sound of Music. She sang unabashedly regardless of Continue Reading →