Wily Antrim County farmers have extended the growing season with hoop houses and careful planning. Still, a person committed to eating local foods at this time of year will have to eat a lot of apples, winter squash, honey . . . hmm. Doesn't sound so bad, does it!
There was this icicle, you see, that had been frosted with blowing snow the night before, and it reminded me of nothing so much as Marolyn Hendershott's gingersnaps dipped in white chocolate. You see how I am.
What was I thinking? The wind came out of Alberta, picking up a bad attitude as it crossed the plains and barreled across Lake Michigan. Snow fell. Snow flew. Snow blew sideways across the ribbon roads. I was on Kidder Road headed over to the ale brewing workshop at Wagbo (properly the Martha Wagbo Farm […]
I'm all over this one. I love putting food in the posts. In the past year we have had Wendi's chicken pot pie and Lois's beans with bacon and my own pot roast and the Mother of All Morels and Crystal and Odi's Mongolian dinner and Carol Park's pineapple casserole. We have picked cherries at King's and dipped apples at Altonen's and roasted chestnuts from Bob Haack's Meadowlark Orchard—we even canned apricots! We made cider at the Providence Farm potluck. And of course, we went to the old fashioned hog slaughter. I know you remember that, but don't worry I'm not going back there for this assignment.
I was out and about on my rounds, following a ribbon road out of Central Lake, when I saw a comical bird conference going on in a bare tree. Pull over, put ‘er in park, hop out. Every time I managed to get them in focus, the birds exploded into the sky as if the […]
Ambitious neighbors in the blogosphere are undertaking 365-day commitments and engaging in Whole Life Redesign and planning how to change the world. We have more modest goals (and I'll bet you can tell who added what to the list while looking significantly at whom) . . .
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