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
Not a lot of people seem to be enjoying a plate of pasta these days. Unless, of course, you’re in Italy where pasta always has… and will… reign supreme. But here, we’re hesitant of the gluten… of the carbs… … well poo on that. Don’t hate – I have a sister who’s incredibly gluten intolerance. I
Once upon a time, the clouds parted, and Mama was able to open her weary and sleepy eyes. She sipped enough coffee down to make her sane before the herd of children woke up from their slumber and there also happened to be some stale bread in the kitchen. Stars aligned. The Lord showed mercy. And
I promised on Facebook I would bring you a homemade chorizo recipe, did I not? Surely, I can’t be the only one out there with a freezer of pork shoulders, a meat grinder, and a mission to eat chorizo. Right? Hello? Anyone? Ah yes, I see at least one of you in the back raising
Back in the day, people knew how to do cool things. Well, I think they’re cool. Well, really, I can’t be the only one in the world that thinks it’s exceptionally cool to cure pork belly and have it hanging in your kitchen. A few weeks ago, we butchered our pigs, and have been enjoying the
To date, the most popular post by far on my blog has been the soaked whole wheat bread recipe, which you can find here. That being said, ahem, I have a new soaked whole wheat bread recipe to share with you. I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep complicating your life.
I almost don’t have the energy to type this. My fingers are sore. My elbows are sore. My shoulders are sore. Let’s just say, it’s all sore. After church and family time, I spent the hours while Georgia was napping outside. The sun was out and even though it was brisk, the smell of fresh
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 made biscuits last weekend. Then, I ate them all. The end. My poor husband, who has been my taste-tester for many whole wheat biscuit recipes gone awry, was oh-so-thankful to taste biscuits that in no way tasted like a hockey puck. Trust me, I’ve made plenty of those. But not these biscuits, oh no.
I may be un-American for saying this, but I really don’t love cinnamon rolls that are covered in goopy frosting. I know, I know – quick shooting me those dirty looks. It’s just one of those things I don’t prefer. Now that doesn’t keep me from enjoying one on occasion, but if I’m making them