Thank you all for being there with me, for encouraging me by reading, by commenting, by giving me time to write, by making me think, and making me laugh. I would not be writing here without you.
The Crottin and Valençay cheeses we made a couple weeks back are sitting in ripening boxes in our steadily cool basement, growing white fur coats. When I opened the boxes today to take a few photos, the smell that came out of the boxes (and that still lingers in my office, where the ripening boxes… Continue reading Aging gracefully
You, with your dark, bitter mornings. With your plaster-grey skies. You, with your hollow, lonely winds. And your early snows. And rain that comes down as ice. You, with your bare branched trees and frost-wilted gardens. You, with your lack of humor. Your sudden dusk in the middle of the afternoon. Your bitter, cold shoulder… Continue reading November, you are trying to break me
Just in time for the onset of real winter weather -- when the water buckets starting freezing solid overnight -- M put together this spectacular winter watering station for the goats. The 100 gallon tank has a submerged heater (far out of reach of goat noses) that is thermostatically controlled to turn on when the… Continue reading All mod cons
Admit it, ever since yesterday's post, you've been wondering, "What are those embarrassing, guilty pleasure songs she mentioned?" Well, tonight's your lucky night. The four of us (M, H, my sister L, and I) have each chosen two songs we hate to love -- I, for one, had trouble narrowing it down to just two.… Continue reading You know you want to know
Today was the lazy day. After all the cleaning and cooking and socializing yesterday, we took today to just be. We did a few dishes and the essential chores, but, otherwise, we drifted along a lazy path of doing what we wanted, when we wanted. We nibbled leftovers as the whim took us, stared at… Continue reading And after the feasting
For family. For friends. For chestnuts, cheese, and wine. For lemons, apples, and pumpkins. For eight hands, cooking together. For daylight hours, brisk winds, cold and silent nights. For music, sizzling fires, silly jokes, and sleeping dogs. For all that we have, all that has gone before, and all that is yet to be.
The night before Thanksgiving. It's past my bed time, but I've been cooking since midday and M's been cooking since he got home from work and I'm a bit buzzy right now and all I can think about is tomorrow's menu. Here's what'll be weighing down our table tomorrow afternoon: Favorite local cheeses, plus one… Continue reading What’s for dinner?