It’s afternoon in late August and the air is just barely starting to cool, bringing with it reminders of Fall. Oma and I are skipping down her road, each with an empty bucket on one arm in merry pursuit of the blackberries growing wild down around the corner. You can smell them before you seeRead more
It’s afternoon in late August and the air is just barely starting to cool, bringing with it reminders of Fall. Oma and I are skipping down her road, each with an empty bucket on one arm in merry pursuit of the blackberries growing wild down around the corner. You can smell them before you seeRead more
An ode to summer, an ode to humongous organic blueberries, an ode to a farmer named Jacob. We arrived in the heat, the kind of heat that makes everything quiet. Here was this very tall, jolly looking man ready to show us around his farm… specifically his blueberries fields. Up onto the tractor and awayRead more
It has been a looooooooooooong time since I made scones, but my Mom’s rhubarb plant has been growing like crazy since we made rhubarb cake so I decided to help the plant lighten the load. You might be thinking rhubarb is way too tart for scones, but it actually really lightened up the rich butteriness ofRead more