Category Archives: Farm Life

On Chicks Becoming Chickens. And Chickens Becoming Dinner.

On Chicks Becoming Chickens. And Chickens Becoming Dinner.

I feel completely out of touch with our chicks. It may have something to do with being away from home for a few days immediately after they arrived, though I suspect it may be more, well, more deliberate than that. Deliberate, yet subconscious. As though my superego is encouraging me to keep my distance. PerhapsContinue Reading

The Strawberries Cometh. Eventually.

The Strawberries Cometh. Eventually.

For the last four months, I’ve been commuting to Boston, grateful for the gainful (freelance) employment, but not so thrilled at the travel time. Wah. I know. We can’t have it all, right? But with a drive in each direction of an hour or more (in this year’s frequent snow, sometimes more than 2 hours),Continue Reading

This Week in the Garden, Early April: We’ve Started Nearly 100 Plants from Seed. Oh, and, It Appears, We’ve Started a Farm.

This Week in the Garden, Early April: We’ve Started Nearly 100 Plants from Seed. Oh, and, It Appears, We’ve Started a Farm.

Or perhaps it’s a farmette. If that isn’t too ridiculous a word. Which, now that I’ve typed it, I’m thinking it is. For years – nearly eight to be precise, since we received our first shipment of chicks in the mail – I’ve maintained that we are more homesteaders than farmers. Much, much more homesteaders.Continue Reading

This Week in the Garden: Early August

This Week in the Garden: Early August

Our garden is, as JR likes to put it, in its late stages. This is a kind way to say that it’s a mess, as you can see above here, a plethora of weeds, oregano going – very undesirably – to seed (I’m fairly certain that if all else fails, I could open an OreganoeriaContinue Reading

July Book Events and an Update on Bees

July Book Events and an Update on Bees

Every single book signing and book event I’ve been to has been a blast. I’ve met so many interesting people who want to talk about food (I’ve dreamed of this day for so, so long. People. People who love food and don’t look at me cross-eyed when I start wistfully describing the flavor of aContinue Reading