My grandmother was raised on a farm and raised her kids on a farm. She was a true cook in every sense of the word. Her milk came fresh from the cows, eggs from the chickens roosting in the coop, and meat on the table from whatever was freshly butchered. She also grew the most [Read More]
I love deep friendships; ones where the roots grow so deep you instantly pick up where you left off, whether it has been a year or just a week. Wednesday morning, my dear friend, Trude, came for a visit. Our time was filled with laughter, tears, prayer, and pure enjoyment of picking up where we [Read More]
Gone are the days when one slaves over a hot stove in a sweltering kitchen to make jam for the winter months. Freezer jam is simple and even the most challenged in the art of domestication can produce a batch to brag about. One of the main reasons I love freezer jam–the fruit still tastes [Read More]
Life changes when you no longer have children to look after. On a bit of a whim, my husband and I decided to take an overnight trip to McCall on our motorcycle. We stopped at the bottom of White Bird Pass where the wilderness must still look similar to the days when the Nez Perce Indians fished [Read More]
Tonight my husband took me out to dinner. As we sat perusing the menu, I looked at my options dwindling before my eyes. No to the pastas, no to the chicken over a bead of bread pudding, and the list went on. When the waitress came, I mentioned I had a gluten allergy and could [Read More]