One of my favorite times of the day during these summer months is what I refer to as Dinner Pickin’ Time. It’s usually a bit past the hottest point in the day but I still don my sunhat. Sometimes I bring out a bowl and other times an apron is all you need for some…
Growing up with two brothers, I remember the astonishing amount of food they could consume as teenagers. They were active and busy and could eat an entire loaf of bread made into pb&js… and that was just in between meals. (Not that us girls are slouches in that department; I just never packed sandwich fixings…
The days are long this time of year and not just because daylight stretches long into the evening. The windows are wide open and the birds and baby chicks can be heard between the pounding of t-posts and the hum of the circular saw. It seems that we are trying to make one final push…
My Grandmother was a tough lady, a farmer’s wife, a cook for many. My Dad told me stories of how many chickens she would cook at once for her six children and many farm hands. There were many things she taught me, not the least of which had to do with feeding others. Into her…
