One woman’s journey to age with grace.
This is a little recipe in the Old Salem Cookery. Basically you take leftover grits and let them setup in a dish (like making palenta). Then you flour and fry in bacon grease. I mean, how can you go wrong? I made a big pot of grits for supper last night. For supper tonight I... Continue Reading →
I took an old favorite and gave it a modern twist. Check out my video What the heck is a Moravian? Click here- I don't have time to explain all that.
Time is an ingredient that seems to have been forgotten in the modern kitchen. Here are my latest kitchen projects that require time as a necessary ingredient. KombuchaIngredients:Strong sweet teaA scobyA little kombucha from the previous batchTime- 7 days Extracts ExtractsIngredients:VodkaItem to be extracted (cinnamon, vanilla beans, coconut). Time- 3 to 6 months Milk Kefir... Continue Reading →
I have a neat little app on my phone that identifies plants and wildflowers by picture. It has helped me to learn native plants to North Carolina that grow in my yard and woods around my house. The app is called Picture This.It frames the pictures that I take with the plant's name and species.... Continue Reading →
I have adapted this recipe enough that I am confident in calling it my own. These are real oatmeal cookies that are great for taking with you on the trail or anywhere that you choose to eat your cookies. Ingredients: Mix together these dry ingredients • 3 cups of old fashion oats • 1 cup... Continue Reading →
It takes a winter storm to remind us how much we depend on electricity for our food, heat, lights, and our livelihoods. Working primarily on a computer, the job comes to an abrupt stand still without electricity. Since moving to the “country” we have become better prepared and have learned how to go into “no... Continue Reading →
I look down at my arms and in the mirror at my face. There they are, everywhere, brown spots. The kind that old people get. I remember Grandma had them. I thought they were cool. I asked her why she had them. She said, “old age”. Grandma never beat around the bush. I would sit... Continue Reading →
View from my yard this morning at sunrise. Snow on the mountain reflecting the colors of the sunrise. Then later in the day, the light was completely different but just as beautiful.
It am lying in my bed, listening to a dove coo outside my bedroom window. This song came to my mind.
There is something peaceful in the silence that comes when the whole cabin is in airplane mode. No irritating ringtones or loud conversations. Then the plane lands. All us addicts reach hastily for a fix. Silence is broken
