At least I hope that’s what’s happening in the pot. There’s always a bit of fingers-crossed, “Will the curds curd? Will the whey whey?” anticipatory nervous fluttery-stomach feeling while I wait. And not peek under the lid. So I figured I’d sit and type until the timer goes off. It’ll give my flappy hands something… Continue reading Thoughts While The Cheese Curds Form
Three 8 oz jars of pickled beets. I’ve written before that as a child I was not a fan of beets. I didn’t like how their pink juice bled into my mashed potatoes. As an adult, though, I love them. And if I don’t want pink food, I can just put my beets in a… Continue reading A Wee Sma’ Batch of Pickled Beets
We were wondering when this tooth would finally depart Julia’s mouth. The main hope was that it wouldn’t happen while she was wearing her flower girl dress. Red wasn’t part of the color scheme that day.