Girl In An Apron

Recieving mail is special these days, especially when a hand addressed envelope appears in the mailbox. Even more so when the hand addressed...

Every now and again, a pillowy biscuit or scone is an absolute must. Usually on Sundays. I recognize that eating baked goods often is not a ...

I was raised under the influence of Foxfire books and scratch-made meals. My dad hunted elk, venison and goose in the Colorado wilderness...

I am not a fan of bottled fruit juice. I do not like how it is made, marketed, and guzzled by health seeking individuals and primarily, by c...

First, thanks to those of you who took time to share about what kind of cook you are in the last post. I cherish the descriptions of what go...

I have been sharing recipes and thoughts on the world of food for over a year now. The time is ripe for some reader input. I have become mor...

My friend Lindsay was kind enough to share her recent batch of bean salad with me. After polishing it off perhaps a little too swiftly (I sa...