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 →

I’ve been saying for months now that my mother birthed me twice.  The first time was in July of 1961.  Looking at her smiling in her wedding dress I know Continue Reading →

Several weeks ago, on September 11, my friend Jill and I participated in the Loaves for Love project that the Jewish Community Center offered in conjunction with the Jewish Women’s Continue Reading →

When I first proposed the idea of having my son’s rehearsal dinner here at the farmette I imagined an intimate, cozy affair but with a guest list of nearly 50, Continue Reading →