Over the weekend, I had a little oyster soiree. Now I'll admit it, I never used to be an oyster gal. I can hear your gasps and cries through the cybersphere, but it is true. But then last New Year's Eve that changed. I received a box from a guy who changed the way America…
You have to love the olive tree to do the work... early in the crisp mornings of late October, well into the even colder evenings of late November. To make a single liter of extra virgin olive oil requires more than ten pounds of olives. It is a commitment to be an olive grower.
I like…
Welcome to my three part dinner series.
In part one, we go on a hog hunt, very early...
The owner of Hidden Valley Ranch, Tim Haley, and his foreman Craig, and I hopped into the jeep and drove through some very chilly winds...
But the ranch was so beautiful as the sun came up that it was a lovely…
Today I am off to a place called Hidden Valley Ranch. I'm pretty sure it's not the salad dressing place because I am going there to hunt wild pig, and that would be strange...
This is my schedule for Saturday:
Out of bed before sunrise, hunting at daybreak with the ranch owner and ranch foreman.
Come back…
Grandma Frances Pellegrini invited me and my brother Gordon over for dinner recently. On the menu was chickpea and tomato soup among other things...
She has a very special soup terrine that looks very lovely with soup in it. It dresses up even the simplest of soups. I have a feeling it has been in this…
Another milestone this week at Tulipwood! The gals are starting to lay eggs! Can you believe it? It feels like just a few months ago that I was posting pictures of these tiny little things, and they are now laying eggs? Well, at least one of them is.... and they are very tiny. Look at them compared to one of Lucy's…
The coolest thing I've seen in recent months...
... is a father teaching his daughter how to properly clean a bird for dinner. Wanting her to understand what it is to be a meat eater and how to be a fair and honest meat eater at that. Hunting is not about male bonding in the woods anymore... it's…
Loretta has been through a thing or two. Even though she doesn't live with the other chickens, she has stories to tell. After she was beaten up a few times by Buster, she had to start living closer to people, so that we could keep an eye on her and so the Rhode Island reds…
This is my French friend Robert. Doesn't he look like Ernest Hemingway? For many weeks we spent Saturdays together at the french farmers market where he tended to his pot of rice. The rice was his priority, second only to the box of wine he carefully unloaded from the truck along with a portable refrigerator…