Tuesday afternoons, I lead an after school cooking program at a county middle school for PB&J Fund in conjunction with the local Boys & Girls Club. It’s my second semester doing this and I really enjoy it. All I have to do is show up and teach the kids – PB&J fund does all the lesson planning and ingredient shopping and I swing by their kitchen on Market Street Tuesday afternoons on my way home from my day job to pick up whatever is needed for the day’s class. Continue reading
It’s a grey, rainy Monday morning here. Summer is fading fast – the cherry tree in the front yard, always the first to drop her leaves, has been bare for a few weeks and the dogwoods are quickly changing color. It seems as a good as any to catch up on posting pretty summer flower pictures.
My friend Cynthia is always generous with both her pepper plants as well as her peppers. For a few years now, I’ve made a hot pepper sauce using her peppers (or peppers from plants I’ve gotten from her which I still count as Cynthia’s peppers) that gets rave reviews from those who’ve had it. My secret is that I ferment it, which is how Tabasco is made and that was the hot sauce I wanted to replicate.
It almost escaped my attention that Sandor Katz was speaking at the Heritage Harvest Festival up at Monticello this past weekend. Upon discovering this news, I immediately booked myself a spot in his morning workshop that was billed as a ‘premium workshop‘, meaning in addition to forking out money for a festival ticket, I shelled out money for the workshop as well. I mention this because I pretty sure I haven’t paid to attend any sort of food or wine related event in a solid 15 years or so, with the last one I paid for also held up at Monticello – a canning and food preservation class (which yes, was THE class that began my canning odyssey), managing to get into all the events I’ve attended over the years for free. I found out later I probably could have finagled a free entry for this, but in the interest of karma, I figured it doesn’t hurt to actually pay for something once in a while. Continue reading
It was sometime last winter that I first heard about “Pioneer Girl“, but from what I gathered, I’d be hard pressed to get my hands on it. Then, last March, Patience blogged about the copy she’d borrowed from the local library. I immediately put my name on the hold list and a few weeks ago, I finally got the notice my time had come.
Last spring, I started a new part time job, working as the admin assistant in a local real estate firm. I took a deep breath, put on my big girl pants and figured I was just going to juggle it into everything else I had going on, thinking that once I got through the end of May, I’d have more breathing room. Well, May became July. And then July became November and I began to realize I needed to make some permanent cuts to my activities, because at the rate I was going, that breathing room in November was going to get pushed back to who knows when – probably some February snowstorm that shut everything down for a few days. One should not have to have fantasies about winter snowstorms in order find breathing room and so I realized, I needed to make some changes. Continue reading
For months now, life has been over scheduled. I realized we had a weekend with nothing planned, no one was working, so I grabbed it and scheduled a much needed beach weekend. Continue reading