Jonah recently had a birthday. The Saturday before said birthday, we had the ‘Family/Family Friends Party’! This is a very odd mixture of people. It is also a mixture of very odd people. I mean there are a couple of ‘normals’ thrown in to keep things interesting, but most of us are knowingly guilty of oddness aforethought.
I had a full week off from work! It was wonderful! When I have down time, I love to play in my kitchen. However, this is serious food preservation season at my house. I’ve been putting up tons of stuff from the garden, but this week I added in some jam making. Well, preserves actually. If you don’t know the difference, let me explain. Jelly is jellied fruit juice. Jam has pureed fruit in it. Preserves have chunks or slices of fruit suspended in sweet flavorful goodness. Preserves are by far our favorites. Once upon a time, there were three
There are only two grocery stores within a thirty-mile radius of my house. One is VERY expensive, and I’ve gone there exactly twice in the two and a half years we’ve lived here. The other is a Wal-Mart superstore. Wal-Mart isn’t my favorite place to shop. Our Wal-Mart has poor quality produce and meat, but I tend to shop there once a month for staples, household goods, and toiletries. I try to work the rest of my shopping into trips to ‘the city’. Since I work in a huge city located 80 miles from home, I have lots of options
Naturally, my pantry is full of caviar, smoked salmon, Moët and Chandon, and fragrant black truffles….Bwahahaha!
Round One Grace tiptoed up the garden path. Okay, really, she slogged down the garden path. She had a bucket of grain in one hand and four blocks of hay in the other. She weaved carefully between the beds. It didn’t really become interesting, until she had to precariously balance the hay on the arm of the ‘grain hand’ to free the other to unlatch the gate. I watched as she performed a quick balance-unlatch-rebalance maneuver and prepared to step into the temporary sheep pen. Suddenly, halfway through the gate, with one foot hovering midair, she froze. She only spoke
Fire and Ice. Oil and Water. Black and White. Day and Night. Seth and Jonah. My two older boys couldn’t be more opposite! Seth is fair-skinned, red-headed, blue-eyed, and fearless to the point of recklessness. As a kid, before learning to swim, he jumped into the deep end of pools…twice. The first time, age three and a half, I pulled him out and he said, “I wanted to see what the deep part was like. I knew you’d pull me out before I ‘drownded’.” He repeated the experiment at age four and a half. That time, when I pulled his
Our farmhouse sits on about five acres of ‘yard’. These five acres are much more trouble than the other 25+ acres of ‘pasture’. Why, you ask? Because, they’re encircled by a wooden rail fence. Although the fence is fairly aesthetically pleasing, it has a serious downside. You can easily spot the downside when you notice the sheep’s reaction to it. They don’t wander about inside it. They don’t poke their heads through its gaps and graze on the other side. No! They put their hooves over their mouths in a failed attempt to smother laughter as they run straight through
An Open Letter To Young Women Today’s post is neither farm nor food related. However, it is something I’ve been thinking about lately. So, I decided to take the blogger’s privilege and write it anyway. Last month, Liam and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary. We met when I was twelve and began ‘going-steady when I was sixteen. Our wedding was two months after my eighteenth birthday. For those of you who are mathematically challenged, I’ll confess that makes me 47 years old. Though each of us dated other people, we are each other’s only loves, only sexual partners, and