Farm Dover

I was born and grew up in Louisville, Ky. I (wrongfully) assumed that everyone knew of – and loved –  pimento cheese , benedictine cheese , ...

I can count my very best friends on one hand, and I know I can count on each of them whenever I need them, and vice versa. One of my best ...

Since we've been home from our travels, Ed and I have been busy working the woods, fields, and gardens of Farm Dover. In our woods, we...

I had quite the homesteading experience this week. I rendered three pounds of pork fat into eight jars of white, odorless lard. You heard me...

Beauty is more than skin deep. – often quoted by my mother to her four girls Yesterday, while the sun was shining, I was picking the la...

It's Meatless Monday and I'm back to working out what to cook. Ed would be totally happy with a plate of vegetables (especially in t...

Last Monday marked our 30th anniversary. For us, it was a bit like Mary's childhood birthday celebrations: we celebrated and celebrated,...

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L. M. Montgomery , Anne of Green Gables  I agree with Anne. I...

We woke to a quiet and cold house this mid-October morning. Quiet because Jack left this weekend to go back to his life in China and co...

Take a girl who loves food to Italy, and she will surely be happy. That would be me, and I was happy during our entire three-week stay. I...