“There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.” ~ Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac Every summer and fall we visit other farms to harvest fruit: strawberries, blueberries, and apples being at …
5 Meaningful Ways to Grow A Connection to the Land & Your Food Read More »
Fall in Vermont is apple season. The first week of October, when my mother-in-law was visiting, we went apple picking in Cabot at Burtt’s Orchard, for what’s becoming a family tradition with Gammy. This year, Waylon actually helped pick the apples, which was good because there were *so many apples.* Up and down the …
Apple Crisp for Breakfast: a recipe for anytime of day Read More »
You know how people talk about comfort eating? Let’s talk about comfort cooking. About hours in the kitchen, about softening onions and garlic in olive oil, stirring pots of soup, melding distinct scents into a new aroma that wafts up and envelopes you as you stand by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. For …
Comfort Cooking & My Favorite Carrot Soup Recipe Read More »
I have a bone (er, seed) to pick with zucchini bread recipes. They don’t use enough zucchini! In the middle of summer, when the zucchini starts overwhelming our CSA members, and we’re left with crates of it even after we urge them to take as much as they want, I turn to the kitchen. …
Free the Zucchini! Gluten/Egg/Dairy-free Zucchini Bread that’s still delicious Read More »
The first time I ate red clover was as a child at summer camp. My counselor pointed it out, showed us how to pluck a single purple flower from the head, turn it over and suck at the white base. The tiniest drop of sweetness spread over my tongue, and ever since I’ve …
How to Wild Harvest Red Clover & Make Red Clover Tea Read More »
Dandelions are either revered or reviled. It really depends on who you ask. I grew up delighted at the site of the yellow blooms, often adding them to wildflower bouquets for my mom. My neighbors were not delighted at the site—though I never had to ask them. It was evident in their dandelion-less lawn. As …
