The Corn Roast

Every year at the end of August we gather at a friend’s house just down the road from us for the annual corn roast. Come early and stay late. An open fire pit with corn roasting in burlap and an abundance of clams, beer and friends make this an event we look forward to all summer. This year I made a bruscetta using this pesto recipe. While making it I sipped on my new favorite drink. A recipe from my sister. A sweet blush wine, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice over ice. Oh the smell of peach schnapps reminds me of my grandmother. She liked her cocktail of schnapps and iced tea.

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Enjoy your last days of summer folks with whoever you are with and wherever you may go. 


Hey There Chicky

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It is that time of year again. Time for chickens. These are our meat birds. We did not raise any last year due to the move and oh how I missed them. The breed we chose this year was the good old faithful Cornish Cross or sometimes known as Cornish Giants. They are ready to butcher at 6 to 8 weeks. We have had freedom rangers in the past, but they take longer to grow and I find that they do not get as meaty. 

The girls are enjoying the newness of these chickies, all 50 of them. Yes 50! We only planned on 30, but it really was a better deal to go with the 50 lot. If you live in Lancaster County, please visit Reich’s Poultry. It was much better to pick up our birds than having them shipped. I am so glad I found a local place to buy my meat birds. I will visit them again for my laying hens. The girls already understand that these chickens will become our food and they totally understand. This is what they know because we have explained it to them over and over again. It is a good feeling knowing we raised the food we are putting into our body. It is just the way of life around here. There is a connection between the food we grow and eat. 

Tale of Two Tables


You know the old saying “A cat has nine lives.”  Well I think this table might have just as many. It was picked out of the dumpster by the greatest dumpster diver of all time, my father-in-law. He always finds the greatest treasures. They may not look like much when he brings them home but they usually turn into something very useful. The moment I saw this table it was not love. It sat behind the horse trailer at our previous house and added to the junk yard. Then the industrial craze started to take hold and I looked at it differently. Brook thought I was nuts. I had big plans for it in a future studio. Well, Brook chucked it in the dumpster again before we moved into the new house. I made sure we kept it. Once everything was moved to the new house last May I noticed the legs were missing. Hmmm…. well they were bent anyway. I was just happy he saved the top. Just last month I found a pair of legs on craigslist that matched the top of the workbench perfectly.  So Brook got to work.  He put it together and I decided the top was really weathered. He took the metal frame off the sides and flipped it upside down. We decided on two pieces of barn wood for the bottom shelf. After pressure washing, sanding, and minwaxing, I sealed the wood with three coats of Zars floor sealer. I love having this huge work space to create.  I wish I had a picture of what it looked like before we started but I am too impulsive and forget about these things. Sorry, trust me it was bad!


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 The second table was another one I had to convince Brook of saving. When we moved into this house the previous owners left a few things and one of them was an old rickety table made of conduit piping and plywood. I fell in love with it and Brook just laughed at me for seeing the beauty in it. I love my old farmhouse but the one thing I could use more of is counter space. I thought if I could make a breakfast bar it would free up some space on the counter. We decided to throw out the microwave and toaster and buy a toaster oven. I have my reasons for getting rid of the microwave.  Just those health conscience hippie reasons, if you know what I mean.  It has taken me a while to do it, but I am glad I did.  I was on the lookout for table options when Brook mentioned the table in the barn. It was about 6 feet long so he discarded the top, cut, and welded the frame to about 4 feet. Once again we went to the barn for some wood to make a top. At first we used three boards but decided it would look better with four. After more pressure washing, sanding, and using minwax, I sealed it with three coats of Zars floor sealer. 

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What more could a girl need other than a coffee bar and a place to create.

More coffee = more time to create. Who needs sleep?

A Weekend Recipe


I have been savoring the last of the blueberries. Our blueberry bushes are coming to the end of their production. I think the birds got more of them this year than we did. I will be purchasing netting for next year because I had to buy a box of blueberries for freezing. I saved a few and made this yummy breakfast treat. I make it every year just like my mom. The recipe came from an old newspaper clipping and it has been a favorite in our family. This year I doubled the recipe because it never lasts long in this house. You may want to do the same thing. Be sure to bake it for double the amount too. It is a perfect Saturday morning breakfast. Serve with fresh peaches. Enjoy and have a blessed weekend.

Alaskan Blueberry Coffee Cake

1 1/2 c. flour

3/4 c. sugar

2 1/2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

1/4 c. oil

3/4 c. milk

1 egg

1 1/2 c. fresh blueberries


1/2 c. flour

1/2 c. brown sugar

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/4 c. butter

Blend flour, sugar, baking powder, salt. add oil, milk, egg, and one cup of blueberries. Spread in a greased square 9 inch pan. Make the topping: Combine the flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, and butter until crumbly. sprinkle this mixture on top of the batter and top with remaining blueberries. Bake at 375 for 35 to 45 minutes.