Life Snippets Daily snippets of life in our homesteading madness. Welcome to the party, rockstars.
Wash Eggs Like A Boss, Baby. Winter time is not a clean time on the farm. Just yesterday, as I was out throwing kitchen scraps to the pigs, I nearly face planted into the muck after my rubber boots got stuck in the deep sludge. There were slurping noises. And waving arms. And perhaps a
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
Oh, Rhubarb Chutney, you make my heart sing. Even though I didn’t grow up eating chutneys, I will admit that they’re a nostalgic food for me. Not for the memories of eating them, perhaps, but for the memories I hold watching Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstale cook them on River Cottage. It’s no secret that I’ve got a
Tis the season, my friends. For greens. Though… let’s face it… it’s pretty much always the season for greens. Greens in the fall. Greens in the winter. Greens in the spring. Greens in the… see where this is going? We’ve got greens coming out of our eyeballs and sprouting from our ears. Mustard greens. Kale.
As I scrambled to stuff the preserved bags of green peppers behind the pig head in the freezer, and thus caused a cascade of frozen goods to fall from the shelf, I knew it was time. Time for my homemade headcheese recipe, baby. When we butchered our two pigs back in October, I didn’t have
Pretend you’re in a corn maze… except for corn, you’re surrounded by basil. Yes. Basil. So actually, let’s pretend you’re in a basil maze. A maze of basil. Lost, wandering, gently pushing the basil from side to side as you navigate your direction. That, my friends, is what it’s like to be in my garden
Sometimes, I want to say to myself: “Self, it’s time to grow up.” Self, it’s time to stop wadding the fitted sheets into a giant ball, shoving them in the unorganized linen cabinet, and hoping that *God forbid* a guest ever opens that door. Self, it’s time to stop neglecting pairing socks together when your
At one time, I had fifty pounds of cherries. Now, I have a beautiful, scarlet-colored, raw, naturally-sweetened cherry freezer jam. Say whaaaaat? Raw jam? Aren’t they normally cooked into oblivion? Naturally-sweetened? Aren’t they normally chuck full of highly processed and refined white sugar? Yes and yes. But no and no on this recipe, my friends.
Do you ever get melancholy on Sundays? I tend to. After church, I tend to fart around from small project to small project… not usually completing any of them from start to finish… but just simply putzing around. It’s putzing even a word? Regardless. Yesterday, I was blessed with a wonderful baby shower from our