If you’d stalked me around the inter-webz last week you’d have seen…
At Tryhandmade
What’s In Season Now, March Edition
Whether your farmer’s market is officially open for the season now or just holding a few special winter edition sale dates until warmer weather really ushers in most are now operating in one way or another. If they’re not they likely will be very, very soon.
But what can we — and maybe more importantly, should we — be shopping for now? Read More >>>
At 5 Minutes for Going Green
Asking One’s Self the Hard Questions
A couple weeks ago we invited another couple over for dinner and games. I’ve been friends with the wife for sometime but we hadn’t yet gotten together as couples more than a few times — her husband didn’t know me as well as she did and had no idea what it is that I do for a living. In our neck of the woods freelance writers aren’t exactly plentiful so I’m accustomed to reactions of bewilderment when my livelihood comes up for discussion. What I’m not accustomed to is people questioning, even if in a friendly and truly curious manner, why I am fit to do what I do. Read More >>>
Green Your St. Patrick’s Day, Not Just Your Shirt
I grew up in a small village (population: less than 400) in the middle of Michigan that is incredibly proud of its Irish heritage. It also just so happens that its local tavern holds the state’s oldest liquor license. Combine these two facts and what I have always known is a huge St. Patrick’s Day celebration; one with potato rolls, delicious beef stew and copious amounts of green beer. And if you didn’t get to the tavern early enough, they’d be out of all of the above. People would come from miles and miles around to celebrate. It was standing room only and the town’s fifteen parking spots on the one small block that made up “main street” were nowhere near enough to accommodate. St. Patrick’s Day, here, is like Christmas — only without the pre-holiday stress and over-indulgent electricity usage. Read More >>>
What draws me to cooking ‘from scratch’ is likely the same thing that draws me to the people (and animals) I love most; delicious imperfection.
My oldest daughter’s pigeon-toed gait, my youngest’s knock-knees, my husbands scarred hands, my dogs’ Heinz 57 pedigree and matching appearance (with the exception of The Schnauzer, of course, she’s purebred — just wonky anyway, which is exactly why we picked her); there’s something captivating, something beautiful, about the simple imperfections in the world. Read More >>>
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