I never understood the appeal of bruschetta. This might have something to do with the fact that I had apparently never eaten great bruschetta. I had only experienced the worst that bruschetta had to offer. Subpar bread with tasteless, out-of-season tomatoes. I was not impressed.Read More →


My family moved to the 1840 Farm in the Fall of 2005.  It had been uninhabited for over a year and it showed.  The grass was waist deep and the plantings would have been considered overgrown years before we found ourselves taking refuge from a New England rainstorm on its front porch. When the realtorRead More →