cultivating a sustainable life
Our Christmas morning brunch routine has been the same for as long as I can remember: cinnamon buns with stockings, and eggs benedict for breakfast, usually with roast potatoes and fruit salad on the side. About a decade ago, I stumbled upon this recipe, and …
The dark days of winter make me crave warm, hearty meals that stave off the cold. If it comes in casserole form and can feed a crowd, so much the better. As we head into the holiday season, I like to have some easy, crowd-pleasing …
I acquired my love of cooking from my mom, who grew up on a remote homestead in the Peace River valley. The oldest girl of 6 kids, she was expected to pitch in as soon as she was able, so cooking was something she picked …
If I had to define my cooking style, I’d call it wholesome rustic. I love simple food made with basic ingredients. Whenever I’m looking at a new recipe, there are a few ingredients that, if listed in the recipe description, will hook me every time: …
I may have overdone it. Again. I have a tendency to get overly excited about one crop every year and plant way more than one family can possibly eat. Exhibit A, last year’s garlic haul: By June, when I still had half a bushel left …
If you’re familiar with my old blog, my love affair with this wholesome breakfast staple is old news, though I have continued to tweak it over the years, and it’s still a mainstay of our diet, so I thought it was worth sharing again. My …
I posted this recipe on my homelearning blog almost three years ago, but it’s still such a favorite of ours that I thought I would post it over here as well, especially as I’ve been intending to share low cost recipes. When trying to lower …
Late summer usually means an overabundance of summer squash for gardeners – namely, zucchini. I am no exception, especially when they get to be the size of this beauty. So, what to do with your bounty? I’ve got a few suggestions. The first is to …
I absolutely love peaches and I firmly believe that the only way to eat them is fresh, standing over the sink, with the juice dripping off your elbows. And while I often can’t resist their charms long enough to turn them into anything else, I …
