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
It’s no secret… I’m not a sweets sweet person. I just don’t enjoy the taste of punch-you-in-the-face sugar. Sugar, in my opinion, doesn’t have FLAVOR. Just reaction. (Eats plain sugary dessert.) (Chews.) (Reactions: Wow! That’s sweet!) See what I mean? Natural sweeteners, such as honey or maple syrup or even dehydrated whole sugar cane, on
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
Oh, friends. How I miss the days of simplicity – you know, those days without children. Would I ever wish my children away? Never. Of course. But I do daydream of time spent alone… time spent in silence… time spent doing anything other than cleaning accidents out of underwear and banana peels out of bed
Homestead living means having the best breakfasts ever, and this deliciously easy to follow recipe will have you craving eggs any time of the day.