Nocino
Nocino. The word alone evokes images of sipping something decadent while gazing across the mountains of the Emilia-Romagna. When Brad came across the description…
local food
Project 258
Heretofore, the Dew Abiders thought we had the market cornered on making “simple living” as complicated as possible. Such as: “We could compost these…
Farming was sexy
“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…
This bud’s for you
Well, that was easy. We built a park. Which is to say, trees and blueberry bushes are in the ground at the little 55-by-60-foot…
In a nutshell
Up the road a few miles from work, there’s a big swath of state land, abutting the Chattahoochee River. Jenn and I took a…
Aim to Peas
We’ve done it again. Holding the glass up to the light, the rosy-amber liquid swirled and shimmered. Taking a big sniff, the bouquet was bold…
Stupor Market
“I wouldn’t know what to do with it.” That’s the most common response when someone hears about our weekly CSA subscription, a selection of veggies…
Can for All Seasons
Ah, July. The time on the wee homestead when every inch of flat space in the house is covered in produce and mason jars,…
Cruisin’ for Brews In…
Omaha, Georgia? As carefully as we’re choosing our entertainment-dollar-spend this year — because, stupid — it took some cypherin’ when we had friends pitch…