Food culture

A sprout of our rhubarb chard. It is early in the morning and we are in the garden.  I am pulling up weeds and she is giggling, poking at a couple earthworms I dug up for her to look at.  An →MORE...

Oct 28, 2010
Sometimes, I can see a rough morning coming a mile away.  And as my daughter fusses, angrily rubs her eyes and writhes about on the bed, I know that THIS is one of those mornings.  She hasn’t been awake five minutes →MORE...