The wonderful aroma from this sauce, as it’s bubbling on the stove, brings me right back to my Gramma Josephine’s kitchen. She would make this simple sauce and pour it over everything, from pasta to gnocchi, chicken and even fish. It’s a great sauce to can, but it also freezes well.
Whitetail deer are beautiful, graceful creatures. Our farm provides a great home for them, with green pastures for grazing and dense woods for bedding down. Throughout all my years here, though, I have never found an antler shed – one of the buried treasures of the woods. Every year, a whitetail buck will shed his…
I love to grow cherry tomatoes. But they would perplex me every year. Within minutes of picking them, I would have half a basket of split tomatoes. So when the old timer up the road ordered me to get up to his house to test his homemade wine, I made a mental note to pick…
There’s not much to say about this recipe, except that it’s delicious. DAMN delicious. It’s one of those desserts that makes you sneak away with the last piece and hide in the closet so you don’t have to share (yes, I’ve done that – I’m not ashamed. I refer you to the Tastykake Chocolate Junior…
The footrest has been beneath my feet this past week. Hours of power-squatting in the garden have lead to a nice case of sciatica (the one nerve I had left that someone wasn’t on). After a week of suffering and a quick trip to the chiropractor, I felt good enough to get back to tending…
I am a mutant. My left eye has sectoral heterochromia iridum – part of the iris is a different color from the remainder. My right eye is blue. My mutation is somewhat rare, being that my iris is dissected into two equal parts – hazel and blue. It’s something I don’t think about until people…
Sometimes I wonder why I do this gardening thing. Just when I get one problem in control and things are looking good – BAM! Almost overnight, early blight sinks its dirty little spores into my heirloom tomatoes. And now… {cue dramatic music} I am in the midst of total tomato turmoil. Early tomato blight usually…
DREAM ON… Weekly Photo Challenge
Usually by this time of year, we are done with first cut hay and the haymow is filled to the ceiling. However, Mother Nature, in all her fickleness, has seen to it that we’ve only had seven days of sunshine in the last five weeks. Rain has been the norm. Now, if you don’t know…
A tractor in the field. The sweet smell of freshly mowed hay blowing through the air. The steady drum beat of the hay baler. Harbingers of haying season and hard work. Weekly Photo Challenge
My grandfather pickled garlic scapes long before they were a “trendy” food. He was an Italian who grew up in the depression and nothing went to waste in his household. As a kid, opening the refrigerator door and finding pickled pigs feet was not surprising to me. Tripe, smelt, head cheese (yes, it is what…
The Farmers in the Dell 