Snowballs – Vanilla Bean Meringue Cookies
Seriously. More snow? I am tired of snow. I have snow fatigue. I’ve already posted about The Winter of My Discontent. Yet here I sit, …
Seriously. More snow? I am tired of snow. I have snow fatigue. I’ve already posted about The Winter of My Discontent. Yet here I sit, …
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 …
A war of epic proportions has erupted here at 1840 Farm. I was minding my own business, happily mixing up dough for a batch of …
I’ve had a wide variety of duties here at 1840 Farm. I’ve been a wife, mother, cook, housekeeper, handyman, appliance repairman, etc. Luckily, I’ve never had to be an undertaker. Well, until a few days ago.
It’s official. It’s fall. I know, I know. I’m supposed to embrace this change. I should get out my favorite sweater, go apple picking, and buy a pumpkin. I don’t want to. Instead, I want to invite summer to stay a while longer. I want to thumb my nose at Mother Nature. I want her to understand in no uncertain terms that she can keep her beautiful foliage if I can keep my tomato patch a while longer.
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.
It was a typical Tuesday morning at 1840 Farm. I was 90 minutes into a tomato soup canning session when the phone rang. When I picked …
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 am on a mission. 1840 Farm will have a flock of chickens in residence before winter comes calling. No, this didn’t happen because of …
This just in. I harvested 17 pounds of organic, fresh produce from the 1840 Farm gardens yesterday. I feel proud. I feel victorious. I feel …
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