Living and writing in a circa 1840 New England Farmhouse with three generations of my family
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 pot as the mixture boiled away on the stove. I watched in amazement as the candy thermometer registered higher and Read More
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 ground. Not one. The practical side of me is not upset about our lack of winter precipitation. I’m quite content Read More