Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
Yesterday was the first day I was inside all day. The first day it was nasty enough, and cold enough outside to just cocoon into my space-heatered office, sweatpants, and late-afternoon tea, and let it pour. Come dinnertime, though, I needed ingredients, so I puled on my boots. It was shiverish out there in the gathering dark, to be sure, but thrilling: hacking off kale leaves as big as my head with a kitchen knife, feeling a little like someone forging a new trail through the "bush," from Kinshasa to some remote village. Pulling leaves from my cold frame full of spinach, and closing the lid, cutting a few tender fennel fronds that were spared by the freeze. Thinking to check for eggs--six!-- before heading back inside.