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QUENCH

 

HANDMADE GATHERINGS

 

A YEAR OF PIES!

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: HOME DAIRY

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING BEES

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: CANNING & PRESERVING

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING CHICKENS


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  • He's all about that tree. And so am I. ???
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  • The fact that this vista can be accessed simply by walking out our back door, heading into the woods surrounding our home, and heading to the top of a mountain range is something I don't take for granted. The underlying reason for all of the work I do is to inspire myself and others to better steward this verdant planet. That's my drive, my cause, my mission, my mantra.
  • The long and winding road, that leads to my door. || So much green and blue in the cove today!
  • There was a time I used to say we should rename our property
  • Our house, in the middle of the woods.
  • The fried bologna sandwich, elevated. This version, which @glennbenglish and I made for yesterday's picnic, had fried beef bologna, Mahon cheese, pickled okra, and a homemade/home-foraged ramp aioli on grilled sourdough. There was also pixie dust (Kidding! Maybe....?).
  • Our sweet boy officially turned 4 1/2 today, so we've been celebrating that milestone in ways both large and small all day. Life is so, so much more splendid with this little elf in it! || Image from yesterday's hike and picnic up to what we've dubbed the
  • Discussing the bigger, more important things in life (or, quite possibly, Batman and his prowess) today on our hike and picnic. Being Huxley's mom is my favorite thing to do, of all the things I do.
  • After a picnic lunch and hike in the forests around our home, Huxley and I kissed @glennbenglish goodbye and wished him good luck as he set out on a hunt for the ever elusive morel. He texted to say the magic mushrooms weren't showing themselves, but that he did make it up to the mountain bald that rests on the ridge line behind our property. Love his panoramic video!

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Monthly Archives: February 2009

Chillin’ With the Peeps



These are from a photo shoot done this week for the chapters in the “Raising Chickens” book on incubating, hatching, and raising chicks. It was a pretty magical day. A chick even pipped its way out “for us”, as though on cue. The setting was the gorgeous Double G Ranch, stewarded by the imminently gracious and hospitable Lance and Valerie Graves. If you’re in the Asheville area and are looking for organic feed or chickens raised organically, give them a call. They’ll hook you up. They’ve also got a host of adorable pygmy goats, horses, and pigs, which although not for sale, are worth the trip out to their place alone. BABY PYGMY GOATS! If you’re looking for the cute threshold, look no further. 


I’ve got to tell you, folks, the photos for the book are truly stellar. Lynn Harty is an immense talent. She’s doing both of the first two books in the series and is the sort of photographer that, even if you are the type of person who only gets up close and personal with chickens and vegetables when they served to you by a waiter, will have you ordering chicks and mason jars faster than you can say “Buff Orphington.” She’s a treat, and I’m lucky to have been paired up with her. 

*Images by Lynn Harty courtesty of Lark Books

A Humble Cabin In The Woods

This cabin in Northern Idaho, designed by architectural firm Olson Sundberg Kundig Allen, is blowing my mind. In the sage words of Tina Fey, I want to go to there. I’ve looked at it just about every day for six days now. Check it out yourself. Be sure to move through the thumbnails and watch the short video of the giant window being cranked open. Talk about ventilation. I think I’d like something similar for my birthday. It’s only a ‘cabin,’ right? 


*Image provided by Tropolism

That’ll Do, Pig!


It’s Dexter’s birthday today! He’s one year old! Although he has terrorized countless throw pillows, several dog beds, the rug in this picture (LONG since replaced), all five of the cats, and even the windowsill in the guest bedroom, I wouldn’t trade him in for any other dog in the world. 


Over the year, he has acquired the following nicknames: Pig, Piggers, Fat Pig, Pigger Do, Squishy Pig, Noodle, Fuzzy Noodle, Monkey, Monkey Pudding, and Monkey Pudding Pants.  He totally deserves every last one of them. He snores, growls gently when he is happy, will wake from a deep sleep and come running for hugs if he hears me talking sweetly to Fly (aka “The Competition”), passes wretched gas with abandon (and suspected delight), moves his body in opposing directions when he is excited (like a Pig dancing  Jig!), and has an oral fixation, wherein he must put a bone or chew toy or plush toy in his mouth after any prolonged absence from us and keep it there for the next 10-15 minutes. 

He’s the best and I adore him. I put him to bed with me every night, unless he does so himself. Before I turn in, I give him a kiss on the head and feel my hope restored. Happy Birthday, Pig!

It All Comes Down To This

It’s been a rough week. My dog, Fly, has been obsessively licking and gnawing at the injury she incurred last week when she ran over a nail sticking out of the end of one of the greenhouses that we sold. I had to cancel a much desired vacation in the interest of being a responsible adult and saving money. The anti-inflammatory Fly has to take gives her gas, the rankness of which I had not known dogs were capable of achieving. It’s cold and the firewood won’t stay lit.

Never one to take life’s mishaps sitting down, I’ve turned to Nora as a beacon of hope. If something so small and fuzzy can rise to the challenge and say, “Oh, so you don’t think cats can play the piano? PUH-LEEZE! Small-minded peon!”, then so can I. Enjoy the show!

Relishing the Thought

I’m up to my elbows in jam, curd, and relish-recipes, that is. It’s down to the final month of writing before the first two books in the series make their way officially out of my computer and on to the rest of the publishing process luminaries. In the meantime (not that I really have much of a “meantime,” what with bee-keeping school and my dog injuring her paw on a nail from the old hoophouses, and a medley of other concerns; more like “in the leantime”), I’ve hooked up with the local Slow Food chapter and their fledgling Education Committee. Apparently, the mandate from this years Terra Madre in Turin, Italy (the big dog international meeting for Slow Foodies) was to emphasize the social justice part of Slow Food, as envisioned by it’s founder, Carlo Petrini. What that means on a practical level is making sure that everyone, everywhere has access to delicious, fair, sustainable foods. 


Here in Asheville, the Education Committee will be working with low-income communities to teach cooking classes on preparing food that is Fast, Easy, Affordable, Sustainable, and Tasty (FEAST). Soon as I send the books off, I plan on helping out, teaching cooking classes, picking veggies out of the community garden, showing folks how to can and preserve the foods out of that garden to keep in a community-specific food bank, and anything else I can do to assist. For now, though, I’m going to seriously pump up (or more aptly, “out”) the jams!

*Image from Lavazza