A few weeks ago Stewart walked into the house with a package and declared “Hey, I think this is your book!“. I think I was standing at the stove, deep into the canning of a large longhorn bull. One or two of the children was also under the weather so I was a bit preoccupied….
October marked five years that we have inhabited this land, working towards creating a sustainable off-grid homestead on the five acres put into our care. As is often the case, this series is me stumbling through the agrarian process, finding my way through the dirt, in words. I had tried, for weeks and months now, to write about…
Most mornings I meet these ladies somewhere in the kitchen. They stumble out, red hair a mess, asking if they can help mix up this or that even before they can keep their eyelids open. We talk about how we slept and Ruthie usually tells me that she was woken up either by Mabel Howard…
About eight years ago now I began mixing flour and water and waiting for it to come to life. I had read about sourdough baking and, after a stint on the grain-free GAPS diet, we decided to give fermented breads a try. Sadly, those loaves were nothing like the loaves we’d loved that were made with…
