sixth generation farmer
We had a cracker of a weekend, highlighted by an out-of-the-park record breaking market day yesterday. Out of the park. We're overwhelmed by the
We had a cracker of a weekend, highlighted by an out-of-the-park record breaking market day yesterday. Out of the park. We're overwhelmed by the
On Tuesday I posted a photo to Facebook. This one: I rabbited on about how we love Joel Salatin but we don't love his
We'll need a trip to Auntie Narelle and the return of my Dad to fact-check this, but I'm pretty certain this is it. This
Our little lemon cakes packed and ready to go out the door to Greenbox customers tomorrow. The first of many, MANY cupcakes coming out of
How much do you love garlic? I love it in so many ways. Roasted whole. Sizzling in olive oil alongside onion. Rubbed on toasted
My Grandma on my Dad's side was a champion sponge cake maker. Not a Royal Easter Show-type champion, but a Berry Show regular First. A
This weekend I talked to the chickens made biscuits that weren't for sale (my apologies if you looked for us at Berry Markets, we'll be
Not being overwhelmed by waist-high weeds in the future market garden paddock. Not being overwhelmed at all. (And no Roundup in sight. Never, ever
I mentioned earlier this year on Australia Day, that my Dad was awarded an OAM, an Order of Australia Medal for his community service in
I've had a mixed relationship with sourdough. It started well, with a from-scratch starter and passable loaves. For a while it completely replaced yeasted