Country Life in Sandwich, New Hampshire
For the last cooking class before summer break, Elsa chose to remake her favorite recipe from the year: Fruit Pizza. It’s easy-peasy to put together, and strawberries picked fresh from Booty Family Farm (delivered by Farmer Steve himself, no less) … Continue Reading →
We did it again! With black fly season upon us, we packed up the Casita and hightailed it to North Carolina. You may have read about our trip last year in “To the Beach” and “To the Woods,” but this … Continue Reading →
We went without eggs from Booty Family Farm for many months, no thanks to one red-coated rascal. (Read all about him in my post from last summer, “Bad Fox.”) But the squirrels are fat this spring, and extra precautions are being taken … Continue Reading →
The farther out you live in the boondocks, the more exciting it is to receive mail. Our UPS driver is now considered a friend (shout out to Frank who likes to linger and chat), and USPS daily deliveries are practically … Continue Reading →
Steve Bartlett told me that a sign of the sugaring season coming to a close is 50 degree weather and rain. Yup. Sounds like spring in New Hampshire. We were collecting at the Bickford sugarbush yesterday, and Steve told me … Continue Reading →
Some people conjure up pizza by picking up the phone and ordering delivery or using the Domino’s Pizza app. Then there are the pre-baked pizza shells in the supermarket (I used my share of those over the years), and the pre-made dough … Continue Reading →
Little House has come full circle. My first post was Mud Season and Robert Frost, and here we are again in mud season and maple sugaring, which proves that time really does fly when you’re having fun! I’m happy to … Continue Reading →
Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting a Dorset lamb named Heather and interviewing her in her home on Booty Family Farm. Oh, my. Such a story to tell. Such a lucky lamb! Lichen, the subject of my “First Lamb” post, … Continue Reading →
We’ve had a snowy December and an icy January, but up here in rural New Hampshire, our road crew does a great job keeping roads plowed and sanded. The condition of Mount Israel Road is a certain sign of a … Continue Reading →
There’s something about the confluence of this week’s events that leads me to one conclusion: I need to bake. If I’m feeling blue, firing up the oven and pulling out mixing bowls is my go-to remedy. Even if I’m crying … Continue Reading →