I went to a get-together for neighborhood women this week and, within a few minutes of my walking in the door, someone shoved a piece of paper into my hand, insisting I use the email address she’d written there to send her the recipe for the pot-luck item I’d brought: No-Knead Bread.
I’d thought I was late to the game trying this bread so long after it had become a foodie media sensation, but, apparently, there are still people out there who aren’t privy to the wonders of no-knead bread. So I thought I’d share the recipe here. [click to read on...]
Black Australorp (foreground) and Easter Eggers (background)
Our baby chicks are growing up. Once little fuzzballs, they are now looking like real hens… or roosters. Though we asked for pullets (females under a year old), it’s hard to tell boys from girls when they’re fresh out of the egg, so, more than occasionally a male slips through when people order females. [click to read on...]
This year, we must have done something right, watermelon-wise, because they are sprawling everywhere, snatching onto every available hold with their super-strong tendrils. A good portion of the plants have overgrown the raised beds, which means I have to watch my step, lest I step on something like that pictured above. And below. [click to read on...]
How could one resist this face?
Well, we didn’t. This is Cocoa, our eldest son’s dog, who joined the family after our softhearted child saw one of those awful tear-jerking sad-animal commercials on TV, and came to us crying and determined to do something to help. Of course, help couldn’t just be donating a few bucks to the cause — we had to bring another creature home. [click to read on...]