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HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING CHICKENS


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  • For today's #tbt, I'm sharing an image of the altar @shelterprotectsyou and @sheltercollective built on our property for their wedding here last month. Such a beautiful, memorable day that was, filling our little forested cove with happy juju for weeks. Love watching the scene shift as the foliage changes.
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  • SO much love for @forvillagers and her heavenly homesteading/hearth-tending supply store in West Asheville. Stopped in today for a bag of organic chicken feed and to see what's new in the shop. I'll be teaching a
  • The hills are alive. Looking Glass Rock in the distance, as seen today from the #blueridgeparkway .
  • My favorite part of all of these photo shoots for my upcoming  picnic book has been eating the props! Enjoyed this pumpkin whoopie pie today on an impromptu picnic with @glennbenglish and Huxley on the #blueridgeparkway.
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  • They won't fess up for certain, but I'm fairly sure the flock finds autumn to be their favorite season, too.
  • To celebrate all the photo shoots that we completed this week (three in 8 days!!!), we took it easy this morning, and whipped up this challah French toast, stacked with my homemade peach lavender butter, Foothills bacon, rosemary candied pecan pieces, and sorghum molasses blended with maple syrup.
  • Thank you, @marissalippert and @thecuriouseye, for being the models at today's
  • Pretty lovely setting for a picnic photo shoot today, and glorious weather, to boot! #wwllt
  • Hosted a, like, totally radical birthday party yesterday for our TMNT-loving little dude. There was a dojo for sparring, a breakdancing area (with a playlist of Huxley's favorite jams to dance to), a DIY ooze-making station (made with water, Borax, clear craft glue, and green food coloring), a candy-filled turtle piñata (whacked with Donatello's bo staff, naturally), homemade pizza (made by @glennbenglish, AKA Sensei Splinter), gifts, and a

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Monthly Archives: June 2009

It’s A Family Affair

You might have noticed I’ve been a bit absent around here lately. That’s in large part on account of the fact that my two younger sisters were visiting from Florida for the past week. 
Part of our week’s activities (to be listed below) involved the final photo shoot for the Canning & Preserving book in the Homemade Living series. I took the opportunity to teach Devan and Theo the joys of water bath canning. They rocked it like only the Adams sisters can. 
In honor of the season, and North Carolina’s proximity to, well, South Carolina (well known for its peaches), we made Peach & Lavender butter. The recipe is included in “Canning & Preserving” (get ready to whip up some jars yourself next Summer, as by then, you’ll hopefully have your hands on my book, slated for release April 2010).  Here the girls are using an immersion blender to render the cooked chunks of peaches into a smooth, buttery sauce. 
Theo deftly removes any trapped air bubbles in the jars with the aid of a wooden chopstick. 
Devan secured the lids and screw bands, while Theo moved on to expert (and repeated) bowl licking. 

This was the first time I’ve taught the craft to anyone. It felt so empowering to pass on the knowledge, and inherent joy, of water bath canning. They told me on their way out this morning that they’re already beginning to feel the urge to make jam out of every piece of fruit in sight. They’ve got the FEVER!

Here’s a run down of our week together:
-Summer Solstice potluck at a friend’s house
-Lavender Festival on a mountaintop, complete with chocolate lavender ice cream, baby goat petting, and lavender lemonade
-Tour of the Biltmore House and grounds, prefaced by a forest picnic in a bamboo grove; we capped the evening with dinner and “The Hangover” at Cinebarre
-Indian food at Mela, followed up by haircuts at Adorn; next, we shopped downtown, imbibed Lychee cocktails at an outdoor cafe, and gorged ourselves on Glenn’s homemade pizza
-All-day Jam Session, Jar-Decorating, and Gift-Basket Creation (for the next day’s photo shoot); homemade mac & cheese for dinner (YUM!)
-Photo Shoot (We were documenting a “Canning Party”, where you get together with your best pals, whip up a batch of something delicious, can it, giggle, and bask in each other’s wonderousness)
-Hike through a rhododendron and fern forest alongside a creek in Montreat, followed by shopping and homemade gelato in the gorgeous postage-sized town of Black Mountain (we’re already looking for real estate), and a beer with an old high-school friend at an outdoor Mexican cantina 
-River tubing on the Green River, followed by a garden, bee yard, & honey extraction tour at a friend’s house, cocktails at dusk, grilled food, and late-night s’mores around the fire pit

I miss them already. My older brother and his wife came up from Charlotte yesterday to enjoy the tubing and feasting. I love a house full of family. Devan, who was infinitely gracious enough to masterfully paint our upstairs hall during her visit, is already planning to return in Autumn for more house projects and sisterly fun. We’re collectively plotting for my father and stepmother to relocate to the area (got that Pops?). It officially feels like Summer! 

*Small Measure: Visit local farms. In fact, this weekend, the annual Family Farm Tour was happening. I had too much going on to attend, but we actually visited one of the participating farms during the Lavender Festival. Local farm visits, especially during Summer months, are fabulous ways to harvest produce at its peak, both nutritionally and flavor-wise.  Check out pickyourown for locations of local farms in your area. 

World’s Greatest

I can’t imagine a more perfect Pop. Seen here circa 1978, probably in Virginia Beach, VA. Full disclosure: I was workin’ an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini that day. Thanks Mom! 
Here’s my pop with his siblings, rockin’ some serious hair (he’s on the far right, back row). 


Dad, you know what Jimmy, Walker, Devan, Theo and I all think of you-you’re a neat freak who hates dirt. Actually, while we do think that (and love you for it), our more overarching collective thought is that you are a warm, compassionate, infinitely generous, charming, nurturing man. We love you dearly. TOP OF THE POPS!!!!

From Here To Eternity

I had the exquisite pleasure this past weekend of working on and attending a gorgeous wedding in southwestern Virginia. Here’s the view from behind the wedding tent. 
My extraordinarily talented pals Jessica and Meredith of Aria Floral tricked out the site like only they can. When they asked me to accompany them for the weekend and work on this treasure of a wedding, I jumped at the opportunity. While these candid camera shots I took give you no real sense of the grandiose scale of things, they do give you a sense of place. I was too busy working to grab any shots of all we did before the wedding began. The farmhouse above was restored for the wedding and will in the future serve as a parallel Inn to the restaurant. 
Turns out, the parents of the groom, Tom and Kyra Bishop, own Townhouse, a restaurant in Chilhowie, Virginia, gaining accolades by the day. In fact, they were profiled just yesterday in the New York Times. Seriously folks, you might think I’m crazy since wedding food isn’t usually known to qualify for “best meal ever,” but in the case of this wedding, I can tell you without question that the food prepared by chefs Karen Urie and John Shields was the best food I have ever had. Ever. Ever ever ever. And I honeymooned in Paris, Monaco, and Rome, so that’s sayin’ something. Chef Urie even made nougat dipped in chocolate, which is my mostest most favorite confection of all time. And mini macarons. And apricot pates des fruits. And truffles infused with raspberry……….
After leaving their posts at esteemed restaurants Trotter’s and Alinea respectively, the two chefs were wooed to the middle of nowhere and given complete creative and culinary license. The food was so delicious and innovative, in fact, that Glenn and I hopping in the car this very evening for the two hour drive back to Chilhowie. Townhouse sponsors periodic benefit dinners and tonight’s topic is on the plight of the honeybee. Since the theme dovetails perfectly with my next book topic, and my taste buds are crying out for more Urie and Shields, and Glenn didn’t get to partake in the feasting this past weekend, away we go! In depth details forthcoming…..


*On the bee front, I attended what was dubbed  a “Swarm of Women Beekeepers” this past Sunday afternoon at the lovely Hawk & Ivy Bed and Breakfast just north of Asheville. Twenty-four ladies showed up with victuals and libations (can you say ‘blackberry mead’?), sat in a circle, and shared about our bee experiences. Being the “new bee,” I mostly listened. I did make a lady-bee friend, though, and will be visiting her home and hive in a week or so. Lots of buzzness in the works, folks! 

Party Hats Optional

Dear friends, we’ve made it through one year together. Small Measure is officially one year old today. Thanks for allowing me to rant about leaky roofs, perfect chocolate chip cookies, naughty dog antics, and assorted and sundry flash mob videos. I’ve adored making digital friends and can’t wait to meet more of you and learn of your own life adventures in the year ahead. In celebration, I offer you the O.G. of party times, M.C. Hammer. Were he to be made aware of this here lil’ blog ‘o mine, he’d unquestionably break into spontaneous dance. Stop. Hammer time. 
*I want things like this to happen to me when I’m shopping. Or pumping gas. Or getting groceries. Or anything. Life is always better with spontaneous dancing, right?

**I’d also love to hear your thoughts about topics you’d like me to write about. Aside from gold lamé hammer pants, that is. 

A Dog’s Life





Dexter is learning how to play fetch. At present, he’s pretty terrible at it. He gets the whole chase-the-ball aspect; where he fails miserably is in the return. He gets all caught up in the ball’s inherent roundness and keeps rolling it back down the knoll on which our house is situated. His repeated runs up and down said knoll, coupled with the heat of N.C. in June, turns him into one tuckered out pooch. His supine stance, squinty eyes, and bared incisors pretty much tell the entire story. Here he can be witnessed in his native environment, on what I’ve dubbed “the Piggy throne.”