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CSA Today

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Time for another CSA pickup, and here’s this week’s menu, in case you’re looking for ways to get through all those greens. We’ll still be…

Pickup Artist

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Spring’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…

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,…

Nut Job

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Brad 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

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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…

A New Leaf

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Miranda 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

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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…

The Spirit of Rum

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When you buy a bottle of Richland Rum – and you should – there are several things you should know: It was bottled by…