Farm Dover

On my wanderings around Farm Dover, I am constantly on the lookout for the unexpected. On these short and gray days of December, it might b...

I read cookbooks the way others read novels. Nothing I like better than to curl up with a new cookbook and begin reading on page 1 and keep ...

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms a...

For the past week or so, it has seemed more appropriate to wish you a Mele Kalikimaka than a Merry Christmas . While palm trees are not swa...

I've been doing a lot of wandering around the farm this past week. The mornings have been frosty, foggy, and sometimes a bit damp. I may...

My cousin Merty died last February. A few months before she died, she asked me to take home one of her beloved Christmas cacti. I wanted to ...

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,...