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Quinoa, Squash, and Black Bean Salad with Toasted Walnuts

Quinoa, Squash, and Black Bean Salad with Toasted Walnuts

If you’ve been visiting here for a while, you probably know that I have a bit of an obsessive disorder. I wouldn’t call it compulsive, just obsessive. Typically, this has to do with seasonal foods. It happens that the desire for each food doesn’t pass, it’s just that its season ends, generally at the exactContinue Reading

Memories of Zucchini Blossoms Past

Memories of Zucchini Blossoms Past

Despite the Northeast’s dreary weather conditions for what now seems like months, not weeks, the garden marches on. It rewards us with the promise of copious zucchini blossoms, showing at least the squash’s appreciation of my pest management. I have progressed from the Jar of Death method I had used prior to the constant rains,Continue Reading

Not For the Faint: Killing it in 2010

Not For the Faint: Killing it in 2010

Warning: This post is not all middle-aged puppies and stately roosters co-existing and having a lifetime together. Turn back now if you’re squeamish in the least. As I am frequently known to be not-so-serious, I must offer this statement up before you proceed or scroll down to look at the pretty pictures: There are noContinue Reading

Fancy Goat Cheese-Stuffed Chicken Legs with Peach-Lavender Glaze

Fancy Goat Cheese-Stuffed Chicken Legs with Peach-Lavender Glaze

This post could just as likely have been entitled, “Holy Crap, There’s a Recipe in This Here Post” for the lack of recipes posted here of late. I apologize for the drought. And if you’ve seen me in person at book stores and such, you’ve probably heard me apologize in person. In response to thisContinue Reading

This Week in the Garden, Early April: We’ve Started Nearly 100 Plants from Seed. Oh, and, It Appears, We’ve Started a Farm.

This Week in the Garden, Early April: We’ve Started Nearly 100 Plants from Seed. Oh, and, It Appears, We’ve Started a Farm.

Or perhaps it’s a farmette. If that isn’t too ridiculous a word. Which, now that I’ve typed it, I’m thinking it is. For years – nearly eight to be precise, since we received our first shipment of chicks in the mail – I’ve maintained that we are more homesteaders than farmers. Much, much more homesteaders.Continue Reading