Despite that fact that I’d rather be gardening, let’s face it, Christmas is upon us. I love the beautiful Advent season at hand, don’t get me wrong, but I begin to feel anxiety when my feet and hands haven’t touched the warm earth in too long and (shutter) it’s not even the first day of
How to render duck fat. Once upon a time, a dear friend of mine brought eight ducks to Cottage Hill. These male ducks had warn out their welcome on her farm and though she didn’t care if we butchered them, she didn’t want to bother. And thus, we inherited eight beautiful ducks. The black and
Christmas Liturgy, By Stuart Homeschooling our kids has made me think a lot about some big questions. I’ve typically never been one to go with the flow for the sake of going with the flow. So, when we decided to homeschool I had to wrestle with some why and what questions. It turns out that
Why are we here? Even as a writer, I so often find that words fail me. They fail to express the swarm of emotions that swirl around us in the ebbs and flows of this life. If you’ve been following us on social media, you’ve no doubt heard of the passing of my Grandpa Larson.
Sometimes I like to pretend like I have my life together. And there’s homemade pumpkin puree involved. I ignore the stacks of dishes with crusty food, the smell laundry piled in front of the washing machine, the kids with sticky bits of honey in between their fingers, and the compost sitting in front of my
If you follow us on Instragram (@theelliotthome), you know that we’ve been baking Walnut and Parmesan Puffs AND that we’ve been in “Porklandia” for the past week and a half. Last weekend we said goodbye to three of “my girls” and hello to over 900 pounds of pork. Those beautiful sows were born on our
It’s easy, isn’t it, to feel like you’re not enough? This time of year, particularly, I can begin to feel this emotions creep in. Because I’m the Mom who thinks about fun costumes four and a half seconds before we have to be somewhere that requires a fun costume and then I’m all like, “Hey
Even though we only spent a year in Alabama, in my Shaye heart, it may as well have been a decade. The lessons and hard valleys that we discovered there were branded on us for a lifetime. Not only were we poor, so (so!) poor, but Stu was working so hard he was basically absent.
I had to make homemade chicken and dumplings. Because as if overnight (and I’m keen to think that’s how it happened) it would seem as if the season has changed. Just last week I was roasting in the summer sun as I picked the ripe tomatoes from the vine, only to find myself bundled in
Anxiety hits the best of us. Bread with chocolate helps that. In the depths of my anxiety, and at the peaks of my joyous moments, I continually find myself gliding around the kitchen. Always with an apron. Twirling (yes, twirling) from the stove to the sink to the counter to the garden. I stir, chop,
There are lots of babies in my life right now. Lots and lots of babies. I’ve got babies. You’ve got babies. All my friends have babies. Random people walking down the street or in the grocery store have babies. It’s just the cycle of life, isn’t it? And when you’re a parent, people like to
We had the pleasure of welcome Justin Rhodes & Family to our farm this past week as they passed through on their Great American Farm Tour! See what they saw here…
These caramelized peaches were so good the first time I made them, I had to make them again to just make sure they were as awesome as I thought they were. I invited my parents over to share in the caramelized peach goodness. They moaned while they were eating them, so I’ll assume they were, in fact,
Hello, Summer Quiche. Someone told me that recipe posts shouldn’t include excess words. That the entire point was the recipe and thus any words, other than those giving specific measurements or instructions on how to make the recipe, were just unnecessary excess. Well, pardon, but I disagree. What is food, if it’s not a story? It’s far