Of Cupcakes and Decades
Yesterday was a special day at 1840 Farm. Without getting into too much detail, I will tell you that we found ourselves in the midst of …
One of my earliest cooking memories involves my mother and chocolate fudge. I was sitting on the kitchen counter a safe distance from the bubbling …
Bah, humbug. It just hasn’t seemed like the holidays here at 1840 Farm this year. First, there is not a single flake of snow on the …
Here we sit at 1840 Farm. It is almost the end of November. The garden has been put to bed for the winter. The leaves …
I’ve made my share of macaroni and cheese in the 1840 Farm kitchen. From the homemade to the (I’m sorry to say) character-shaped pasta shapes in cheese sauce the color of a dayglo orange construction cone.
I started making my own vanilla extract several years ago. I didn’t do it to save money or make a better product. I did it because it’s just what you do when someone in your family suddenly has food allergies.
I have always liked eggplant. Problem is, I have always disliked the way it was prepared. I never understood the point of covering it in a coating of breadcrumbs an inch thick and then frying it in oil. What ended up on my plate tasted of oil and stale bread without even a hint of the eggplant lying in repose underneath.