Today is a day that I have been waiting for for a very, very long time. The day when The Elliott Homestead Family Table comes forth to you, my readers! I’ve been tucked away in my closet hiding from my children, I mean working hard, for the last year and a half to bring this cookbook
Many of you have been with me here on this beautiful blog journey for many years now. Many of you have stumbled with me through the beginnings of our way of eating and our way of life. Seeing your names come through the comments is like enjoying a cup of coffee with an old friend.
I don’t know when it happened. But it happened. And as much as I hate to admit it – well, here I am. Admitting it. Lettin’ it loose. Slippin’ the lips. Confessing to the world… …friends, I’m a coffee snob. I remember back in college, sipping on my pre-ground Folgers, thinkin’ I’d hit the good
I’m totally sold on the idea that grandmas knew what they were doin.’ Sure, they may have not had the science behind it that we have now, but everyone knows: Grandma knows best. Our Grandparent’s generation was a generation of usefulness, wisdom, resourcefulness, and appreciation. And if my dreamy idea of Grandparents is correct, I
I like to think that I have my desires under control. I can *usually* keep myself from lashing out at everyone I know that has a Vitamix, even though I desire one so desperately. And *usually* I can turn my head the other way when I see anyone driving a Wagoneer (what can I say?
With all the life changes and happenings around the homestead as of late, especially now that our lease is almost up, I’ve struggled for the first time, although mildly, with something new – insomnia. Hence the herbal tea recipe for sleep. Typically, on any given day, I’m one of those people who falls asleep as
I have to tell you something. It is Christmas Eve. And I love you. Okay fine, that was two things. But here we are anticipating yet another beautiful Christmas day together, my friends. This is our third Christmas together as blogger and reader, in case you were wondering. And each year, I love you more.
Since we’re on the subject of fermented drinks, why not revisit one of my all time favorite things. No, it’s not Stuart. Or Georgia. Or chocolate. Or freshly whipped cream. But close… Guessed yet? It’s KOMBUCHA, BABY. What? I couldn’t help myself. We talked about fermenting kvass yesterday – what was I supposed to do!
I enjoy a good adventure, especially an adventure in the kitchen.It keeps things exciting. Fresh. Entertaining.Mind you, some of these ‘adventures’ turn out to be a horrible recipe or small kitchen fire, but an adventure they are none-the-less!My friends, today we are venturing into one of these adventures. Its one of those times where we
I almost didn’t do it. And then I said to myself, “Self, quit being lazy. You found two hours to watch Parks and Recreation re-runs last week, and thus, you have plenty of time to do this.” It’s amazing the mind games we play with ourselves. Ten minutes to shave my legs? Nearly impossible. Two