Recent thoughts rolling around my head and making me feel listless… statistics gleaned from the Fall 2007 Edible Portland article Help Wanted: Young Farmers Like the declining bees, breaking up in colony collapse, several signs point to a shifting farm population. Looking at farmers: – US farmers are getting older (in fact, more than a [...]
I’m glad I was able to inspire some of you into wanting to make bread. Now that I’ve reacquainted myself with the bread recipe, I’ve been tweaking it a bit by tossing more into it. I substituted a fraction of the flour (30 g) for whole wheat flour. I also cast an eye about my [...]
Stick on labels that dissolve when subjected to running water -my kitchen would benefit from these! As I write this I have a large mason jar of chicken stock in the fridge labeled as iced coffee. Sigh- see what I mean? Now if they only came in cute designs like my silly / cute Martha [...]
Every rare once in a while, Sweets and I step in as chicken babysitters. It’s really our friends who do the work, we’re just the occasional Saturday pickers backup. The sweet sweet rewards of such chores are pictured below. Can you guess which yolk belongs to the chicken we know? Amazing color in that Zenger [...]
Sigh, I don’t think there’s really anything more to add to that title. Has anyone else encountered this? I picked them when they were very soft to the touch- in fact some were splitting, so I don’t think ripeness was an issue. And yet, they have not one once of sweetness! And they’re insides are [...]
Why is it, that it takes cold blustery weather to shake my attentions to making bread again? It’s not like I don’t appreciate great bread all the other weather flavors of the year. While I love a slice of toast with my over easy breakfast year round, there is nothing like the shock of homemade [...]
…at the grocery store. Mom to daughter (who is holding a package of deli sliced Tofurkey): No honey, there are no vegetarian Germans.
Both Mom’s and my head snapped around obviously at the man chomping down on an apple. His hand pulled back from his mouth revealing an apple tinged pink with every bite. Mom and I looked at each other and winced. Was this apple man the sorry victim of bleeding gums? It was almost all my [...]
