I recently received a hand-written letter from a dear friend we had to say good-bye to when we moved to the south. We met at the farmers market, of course, and bonded over her handmade soaps and the need for keeping my baby’s skin free from the nasty stuff in store-bought soap. This letter was…
Last year the “pallet garden” was the first larger area we fenced off from chickens, cows, and rabbits and began cultivating. Around that same time Stewart built the first short-term chicken coop to house the three chickens a neighbor gave us to get started. That chicken coop was recently torn down, with some of the…
Fermentation, like so many other things, feels harder when it’s hot. Temperature control is non-existent and so everything goes from food to fermented food in a matter of hours to a day. But it doesn’t last forever. Sure, I’m not baking up sourdough bread at the moment, at least not until that solar oven goes…
It’s 85 degrees at 10 in the morning and the door is flung wide open to catch the breeze. Right behind that white wooden door I’m at the sink washing dishes. A soap-drenched rag goes round and round the plates which then go into a sink full of rinse water. I hear birds chirping, a…
