Oh nonononono my plums are dropping and rotting and no matter how many I pick and eat and bake and shrub and throw to play fetch with the dog they are still dropping and rotting and deflating and creating palaces for yellow jackets. My yard is fermenting. Everyone comes to pick plums. Friends of my parents. Friends…
carrot top pesto
My friends, Jen and Pete, have a farm in Tyringham, Massachusetts called Woven Roots Farm. I’ve known them for over a decade and they’ve been farming even longer, but ever since I tasted the first salad they brought to a potluck when our babies were all really babies, it’s been clear to me that their…
lacto-fermented hot sauce
Last weekend, I got to teach a preservation workshop with Margaret Roach. I loved it–the group was wonderful, we were surrounded by ripe tomatoes, and it all happened against the backdrop of Margaret’s garden, which is a truly inspiring place. It was such a success that we decided to make it the first in a…
The horse feathers
Summer! We’re here! Yahooooooo! The first day, Sadie spend the entire rainy day in bed reading the The Fault in our Stars from start to finish (now I’m reading it, so we can have a movie date), and Rosie was just bored, bored, bored. She’s been perfecting her handstands in the backyard, and they are getting good. A few…
lavender lemon marmalade
On exactly this day of last year, I introduced you to my lemon tree. I was proud, awed, and most of all, optimistic about its chances for survival. I swept up every fallen leaf until there wasn’t one left on the tree, and then, bolstered by encouraging cheers from friends that “lemon trees just do…
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Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 