garlicky

  How much do you love garlic? I love it in so many ways. Roasted whole. Sizzling in olive oil alongside onion. Rubbed on toasted

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weekendiness

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

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this moment

  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

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sourdough loving

  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

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sheds and stuff

Every farm has sheds. Sheds that are full of stuff because as any farmer will tell you, you can't throw anything away. There is some

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soiled

    I'm ruined. I'll never be able to walk past a pile of dirt ever again and ignore it. I have developed a deep,

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oh honey bun

  This farm has always had beehives. Well not always always, but Dad was maybe twelve when he got his first hive? That's some years (due

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