Pickup Artist
bySpring’s first CSA pickup was Saturday, and I was happy enough to dance with a turnip. Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful for our…
local food
Pickle, You’re Fancy
by“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,…
Nut Job
byBrad likes to call me his little hummingbird, but my good friend Meg’s term of endearment is probably more accurate: The Shrew. As in,…
Can Do
by“None of this is hard,” said the instructor. “Most of us just never had anyone to show us. So thank you for caring, and…
A New Leaf
byMiranda from Little Bit Farm was a welcome sight at the downtown market Saturday morning. It had been more than a month since I…
House of Lards
byI 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
byLast 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…
The Spirit of Rum
byWhen you buy a bottle of Richland Rum – and you should – there are several things you should know: It was bottled by…
Faraway, So Close!
byThe best thing about traveling for the holidays? Well, it’s seeing family and friends you’ve neglected for too long, of course. But I mean…