On January 11, 2019 we attended the Good Food Awards in San Francisco, CA. It was Bob’s birthday too, which made this an extra special evening. Our Cranberry Hemp Bar had been nominated for a Good Food Award by the Good Food Foundation...
What is “deep winter”? Well, it could be a reference to how deep the snow is. Or, it could mean “digging in”, a term we used to say when the snow had closed all routes in and out of the valley.
Bread baking is one of the oldest crafts in the world. Bread loaves & rolls have been found in Egyptian tombs, and bread or “solid cakes” made from crushed barley and wheat go back to the Stone Age.
When we moved to Wallowa County, Oregon one of the first things I noticed (besides the Eagle Cap Mountains) is that every pasture, driveway or house had an old truck, a cool artful screen door, and a horse or two or three...
The truth is, I have been fortunate to live in mountain towns since 1991 when I first moved to a natural hot springs ranch in the Sawtooth Mountains of Central Idaho.
I think I was hardwired from the beginning to work outdoors. I loved fish and I wanted to know everything about them.
On January 11, 2019 we attended the Good Food Awards in San Francisco, CA. It was Bob’s birthday too, which made this an extra special evening. Our Cranberry Hemp Bar had been nominated for a Good Food Award by the Good Food Foundation...
It’s almost mother’s day, so I wanted to write this post to honor all the Mountain Mama’s out there...
What is “deep winter”? Well, it could be a reference to how deep the snow is. Or, it could mean “digging in”, a term we used to say when the snow had closed all routes in and out of the valley.
Bread baking is one of the oldest crafts in the world. Bread loaves & rolls have been found in Egyptian tombs, and bread or “solid cakes” made from crushed barley and wheat go back to the Stone Age.
One way to beat the heat has been sleeping outside this summer. We made a ‘sleeping porch’ on the west side of our mountain home...
There has been a tradition in my family, handed down from generation to generation of women starting as far back as I can remember...
I recently spent a weekend in a remote part of NE Oregon, out of cell service, with no internet and no electricity.
When we moved to Wallowa County, Oregon one of the first things I noticed (besides the Eagle Cap Mountains) is that every pasture, driveway or house had an old truck, a cool artful screen door, and a horse or two or three...
The truth is, I have been fortunate to live in mountain towns since 1991 when I first moved to a natural hot springs ranch in the Sawtooth Mountains of Central Idaho.
What do fish, art and food have in common? A recipe for someone who lives life at her own pace.
