A week or so ago, as I walked to the compost pile to dump my canning scraps, I stopped by my garden to check on my pumpkins and to see if th...

My friend (I've mentioned her before - she's my canning buddy) told me that in her home country of Japan they say that a woman who ...

Tomorrow is no ordinary Saturday. It happens to be National Pancake Day (not to be confused with National Pancake Week, which is in February...

When I was a child, my mom always had our flowerbeds full of marigolds. I always figured they were one of her favorite flowers (which I didn...

A few years ago, I worked as a manager at a bookstore. It was dangerous. I spent waaaay too much of my paycheck there. But I couldn't he...

For anyone interested in helping me get the word out about my new blog, I've made a sidebar button. Okay, full disclosure: my husband, t...

I am a jam snob. I freely admit it. I haven't bought jam at the supermarket in over five years. I'll never be able to go back after ...

One of my favorite things about fall is going down to the orchard by my in-laws' house and buying a bushel of perfect, delicious apples....