Though it may have seemed quiet on the blog these past few weeks, always remember this: I’m a duck. Even though all may appear smooth on the surface, underneath, I’m always paddling like mad. It’s a gift and a curse. I’m certainly not short of ideas and inspiration to bring them into fruition. It’s part
It’s about to get real.
I was awkward as a teenager – though, let’s be honest, who isn’t? Heck, I was awkward in college. And early adulthood. Maybe I’m still quite awkward, but at least I feel more comfortable in my skin these days. It happened somewhere in my mid-twenties. I began to understand who I was and what I
Homemade Herb Pasta with Ground Pork
It’s ironic, isn’t it, that the time of year when the earth is giving more than we can possibly enjoy, I can barely find it in my strength to cook. While the charming, straight rows of the market garden bring all manner of produce to the kitchen countertop, it’s often around 4:30 pm that I
Honey-Sweetened Jam
I’ll never tire of Django Reinhart and the way his melodies trickle through the thick summer air. The slightly French tunes vibrate throughout the house during these long, hot days and spark all manner of creativity. Much like rhythmic music makes your body move, at times even against your will, so it goes with Django and
Einkorn Rhubarb Cake.
I don’t share every recipe that I make on the blog. Unfortunately, as much as I’d like to spend time photographing each dish, I’m sure my children would begin to pound their little dirty fists on the table in protest. But every once in awhile, a dish comes along that simply begs to be shared. Einkorn rhubarb
Spinach and Parmesan Toast.
“Garden house”, as my friend Angela calls is, is a true struggle. While I’m bent over sinking carrot seeds into the soil, the interior of our cottage is somehow slowly exploding with mud, dirty dishes, piles of laundry, and random bits of food. Feeling quite proud of my accomplishments, I’ll venture back into the cottage
Family Table is here!
Many of you have journeyed with us since the beginning of this blog. What feels like ages ago, Stuart and I were a newly married couple with a first born baby – just two months old. Though we dreamed of a homestead at the time, we were both still in the early stages of such
Homemade Sweetened Condensed Milk.
Homemade Sweetened Condensed Milk I spend time each morning, at least a small bit of time, with a cow. It’s a rare day that my nostrils are not filled will the sharp and aromatic smell of bovine. To me, it smells of “le chalet” – our home. Though our time together is often in the
Ham, Cabbage, and Apple Fry
I’m not sure when I became an adult. It could’ve been college (no, that definitely wasn’t it)… or perhaps our first child (probably wasn’t that either)… more than likely it was the fourth child and the weight of responsibility that has come in caring for these little gangsters since then. That’s a lot of responsibility,
Easy Sweet and Salty Pork Ribs.
This fall brought with it the harvest of two large pigs on the farm. Our larder and freezers are still bursting at the seams. I’m doing my very best to wade through Porklandia and I’m loving every minute. Hence the recipe for these easy sweet and salty pork ribs. They’re sweet and salty and easy. Lest you be confused. They’re
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