There are two quintessential Southern beverages – sweet tea and bourbon. We are fans of both here, so while there is almost always bourbon on hand, sweet tea tends to only be around during the summer months. I start making it at some point in May, storing it in my fiesta ware pitchers in the fridge, where it’s on hand until the weather starts demanding hot tea as an afternoon pick-me-up. Continue reading
Remember this in January.
I first came upon stuffing tomatoes last summer, when my über green thumbed friend Stephanie shared some of her bounty with me. Resembling bell peppers, stuffing tomatoes are thick walled, hollow and generally juice free.
The Dog Days of Summer
Anyone notice it took me more than a week to get around to responding to your comments on my last post? That’s right, I am the sort of blogger who dares to unplug for days on end and then ever so slowly dips her toes back into it because man, being unplugged and avoiding the noise of the internet is delightful.
The view of the Cow Pasture River from behind the cabin where we stayed.
And go.
I often hear I should sell my pickles, particularly after I’ve shared them with someone. I’ve kicked around the idea, done some research, but have hesitated to actually move forward with it. For starters, some of those pickles are work. I don’t want to become such a success that I can’t continue to hand pack each jar, because I’m afraid my pickles will lose what has been called ‘the taste of love’. Continue reading
On the farm.
We went up to the farm this weekend, where Pat helped Ryan on a barn project Continue reading
Live and in person.
I first discovered Suzicate’s blog, The Water Witch’s Daughter, while in the midst of getting sucked down one of those rabbit holes the interwebs are famous for. Her writing struck a chord with me as her Virginia is for Lovers page gave away she was from the same state. I discovered she lived in Virginia Beach on the coast, but was from Nelson County, just south of here. The more I got to know her, I realized we were creative kindred spirits and then some. We picked at the same orchards. I was pretty sure we knew some of the same people and that our husbands would hit it off. Continue reading
While the cat’s away
The first week of camp has gone quietly here at the homestead. While I’ve yet to wade into the princess lair for the annual “she won’t miss it” purge, I have done some reorganizing. Continue reading
gathering
Remember last week when I said I had some projects to share with you all? Well, here’s the first one.
Wines I drank: Summer Camp Edition
On our way to drop Edie off at camp yesterday, we discovered a new winery literally next door. Of course we stopped in, because after dropping one’s only child off for the next three weeks, a drink is in order. Continue reading
And, we’re back.
In what feels like a pretty familiar theme around here, we’ve once again returned from a few days away. This time around, it was our annual trip to Smith Mountain Lake with Will & Mollie.
Chicken Wire & Paper Flowers 