Sourdough: Soft Sandwich Loaf
I worked in an Italian restaurant for six years in the early 2000s. In that span of time, a grand total of one person came
I worked in an Italian restaurant for six years in the early 2000s. In that span of time, a grand total of one person came
Funerals are different in northern Maine. They are community affairs and chances are, every person you interact with in the planning process – from the
Since the start of the new year I’ve written a mere ten posts in this space. My father died on December 29th. These two things
Earlier in the week I needed to get out and do some food re-supplying. Milk is mostly what we purchase weekly, but I also needed
Our garden is perched on a decent patch of southeastern exposure, but the remainder of our property slopes northward and releases snow with great reluctance.
Driving through Eagle Lake, Maine. Yesterday’s snow did not amount to the full foot predicted, maybe six fresh inches fell. It’s sticky though, in that
It’s been a while. I’ve attempted to record a few things here in recent weeks, but each time resulted in a few words that didn't
Recently I mentioned that my father was one of those people who appreciated a book or movie recommendation. He was quiet about it, but he
Late winter spoon buttering. The remaining 2017 tomatoes have finally been cooked down into sauce, and with that, the quick pace of summer is on