Moly mokes is what Annabelle says when something shocking or exciting or scary happens. “Moly mokes, mommy.” The disdain that rolls off that girl’s tongue along with the word “mommy” is a little shocking in its own right, and so I reply “Moly mokes, Frasser.” Moly mokes, of course, being holy smokes. And so, if…
It is often assumed that because we live on the land, we have easier access than ever to nutrient-dense foods. Before we really lived this life, I assumed that too. While we are working towards that, we’re still at this awkward in-between stage where we’re barely getting started. These last couple of years I have…
We had quite a few ferments on hand, after a whirlwind vegetable fermentation session last month. I thought those would last us a while, and I suppose they did, but we went through a half-gallon of chlorophyll kraut, a half-gallon of southwestern kraut, and a half-gallon of carrot sticks in just a few weeks. I…
Pie is something special, is it not? Fill a fatty crust with just about anything sweet or savory and you’ve got a meal or dessert that fills and warms and could easily be mistaken for a slice of love and nourishment all in one. I’m quite partial to a lard pie crust, of course, but…
