When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
I am very excited about a pickle jar full of suspicious looking scum that a friend sent home from gym class with my son. It…
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Twelve crocks of sauerkraut Eleven sourdough starters Ten jars of kim chee Nine…
I drove up to school Thursday evening before it got dark, and since Jeff got out of work early, he and the kids came along. …
About half of my pots are going to get refired. A few look OK the way they are. The temmoku came out pretty nice.