Dang, that sounds like a country song. It is time to fess up and explain what happened in the Secret Garden. The ugly truth is that I tried to have my first-ever vegetable garden and the stupid groundhog emerged victorious. The wind is officially knocked out of my sails. Groundhog 1, Deb zip. No beans, no … Continue reading Bleeding Hearts and Good Intentions
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Houston, we have a problem.
Last weekend Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I had our first springtime work session in the "secret" terraced gardens on the property I call home at the moment. During a cool, misty afternoon we raked and shoveled and pulled weeds and prepared a bed in anticipation of putting my started-from-seed-inside veggies in the ground. I don't … Continue reading Houston, we have a problem.
Secret Garden Part I
Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I squeezed much into our Saturday as we are wont to do; it is really our only day together every week, so to quote Eloise, You can imagine.... In the late afternoon we pushed up our sleeves and got to work clearing and preparing beds in the terraced gardens on the beautiful … Continue reading Secret Garden Part I
Rye Bread on Saturday: a Brief Photo Essay
People who bake beautiful bread are superheroes in my estimation. I've always wanted to do that--bake bread. I asked my Handsome Chef Boyfriend a long time ago to teach me. He said, bread baking requires the "p" word: patience. Too bad for me. I am one of the least patient people I know. It is … Continue reading Rye Bread on Saturday: a Brief Photo Essay
Gracie’s Tomatoes
My great-grandmother lived 'til I was into my thirties; notably, for all but the last couple of months of her life, she was pretty dang lucid, too. Had she survived another year she'd have met her great-great-grandson. But, to quote a friend, she still won. Gracie. She lived in a tiny, vernacular cottage perched at … Continue reading Gracie’s Tomatoes
When the moon lights the sky like a big pizza pie…
The end of another impossibly short weekend with Handsome Chef Boyfriend arrived at the crack of dawn this morning. Sigh. HCB has an endearing habit of showing up at my place bearing gifts; Friday night was no exception. Shortly after he arrived at my workplace to momentarily stick out his tongue at me through the … Continue reading When the moon lights the sky like a big pizza pie…
Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
In my relatively brief tenure as a Vermonter, I have come to think of one product in particular as this state’s culinary identifier: cheese. I know, I know: maple syrup, right? Syrup, schmyrup. It’s everywhere in New England and everybody claims it as their own quintessential product. But who can resist the cheerful sight of … Continue reading Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
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