I know I’ve got a good thing going when Dave tells me four times how good it is, then adds, “These meatballs are five times better than Ikea’s, and four times better than Costco’s.” I had no idea my husband had spent so
It’s a bit humbling to discover that the "weed" I've grumbled about so often is actually a powerhouse of goodness. In the old days (circa two weeks ago), I would grit my teeth whenever I saw that “weed” in the driveway, walkway and lawn. It was everywhere.
After a lifetime of loving herbs, I finally did something about it. I’ve enrolled in the Intermediate Course at the Herbal Academy of New England and am happily learning all about the difference between adaptogenic, anticatarrhal and carminative herbal actions (among dozens and dozens of others), and whether or not the person in front of me is a vata, pitta or kappa body type.
I’ve just gotten back to blogging after an embarrassingly long absence and have spent the past few days updating plugins and deleting this and that. I have to confess I’m just a little big appalled by all the drafts I left unfinished
Does the title scare you? I had to be truthful. In the spirit of full disclosure, you need to know that this is a recipe best made on those days when your car has been stolen, or you have a flat tire, or a tree has fallen across the driveway. You know. Those "I'm stuck at home all day so I should probably make the best of it" days. Because you're going to need it. But, oh ... the result! Delicious.
Every handful of minutes, the wind visits the alders and maples and evergreens surrounding our house and sends a shower of white billowing about. Inside this globe, I sit in front of the woodstove and watch the orange glow on the other side of the tempered glass. The sounds of David Lanz's Christmas CD fills the house. To my left, our 15-foot Christmas tree towers. If I had my druthers, the massive fir would be draped head to toe in white lights; for the pleasure of my children, I opted for the green, red, blue and yellow variety.