food preservation

Pod. Cast.

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The room is dark, our forms lit by the glow of the impossibly large screen. We’re colored blues and grays and the other cool…

Can for All Seasons

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Ah, July. The time on the wee homestead when every inch of flat space in the house is covered in produce and mason jars,…

Pear-ly legal

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Really, they were just begging to be stolen. Giant clusters of pale green fruit, seductively pulling branches closer to the ground with their fully-ripened…

Jam Session

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I have to avert my eyes. Every time. The strawberries are in, which usually means jam is cooking on the stove. And year after…

Pickle, You’re Fancy

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“Hold the pickles” is my mantra. Kindly keep those flaccid, green slivers of funk off my sandwich. I don’t even like them fried. (Yes,…

Can Do

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“None of this is hard,” said the instructor. “Most of us just never had anyone to show us. So thank you for caring, and…

House of Lards

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I crave slowness and appreciate the things that can’t be rushed. Rarely do those gifts come along, even on a homestead that espouses simple…

Pantry Raid

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Last week was nuts, thanks to a few issues with my parents’ health and a stony mineral concretion’s attack on Brad’s kidney. The end…

Internal Storage

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Summer’s bounty of berries, tomatoes, and beans is wonderful, but it’s just not enough to fill the piehole come winter. That’s when you need…