“Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.” Although to my Grandmother Jepson’s house we had to go a round a lake and pass farm lands of south central Florida. On the way home from our Sunday trips we would stop off at a Dairy Queen that marked the halfway point…
What goes better with fresh baked bread than homemade strawberry jam and homemade butter? I went on a baking rampage this weekend. I bought a flat of strawberries at the farmers market that were begging to be made into Strawberry Jam. While I was whipping up the jam, the thought crossed my mind, “you can’t…
Over the weekend, Stephen took the kids to his parent’s house while I went on an adventure with a friend to pick raspberries. The Sweetwater Berry Farm is located about an hour north of us up in the mountains in Ahwahnee California. We splurged and bought fresh basil and oregano, plumb tomatoes (with the intention…