The first time I heard the letter combination of DHIA was in Sherry Newell’s office at WJON radio station during June Dairy Month in 1985.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been struggling to be in the mood to cook. Our meals lately have been hamburgers or brats off the grill or large summer salads.
Sometimes you just have to laugh and heave a heavy sigh as all your best laid plans are kicked to the side by the latest breakdown. The alternative of letting the frustration explode into anger doesn’t do any good. If anything, it may lead to more breakdowns.
Who would have thought three weeks ago that I would be pulling fresh rhubarb out of the garden?
In the blink of an eye, your life can change. Years can disappear in time, either forward or backward. An ordinary site across the horizon, an earthly spring smell or the sound of rain on a tin roof can take our minds to another place and time in the blink of an eye.
While I still have some down time before the spring rush hits, I took advantage of the lull to clean out my recipe collections.
This has been a long and snowy season with little hope of winter loosening its grip any time soon. It reminds me of the good, old snowstorms when our kids were little.
It is amazing the new, old recipes I am discovering in my grandmother’s book. These women didn’t let anything go to waste, and the combinations of things they put together were so creative and delicious.
I remember when my mom started wearing glasses. My dad hooted and hollered about the fact her first pair of glasses were bifocals. I didn’t understand what the big fuss was about until I repeated history.
During the year, a spare bedroom serves as the catchall for things to do in the winter.
Generally, we think of a legacy as something of value left behind for people to remember us by. For many farmers, the land they have nurtured from season to season is a legacy they plan to leave for their family.
A new year calls for new recipes. I tried out these three recipes over the holiday season. Wow, they are keepers.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year to be in the barn milking cows.
From Thanksgiving to New Year’s, I have recipes scattered all over the countertop as I line up family favorites to make for the holidays. The guaranteed staples are my grandma’s fudge and divinity, Mark’s grandma Preusser’s date filled cookies and my mom’s Christmas morning caramel rolls.
Doors are opened wide as we welcome home family and friends this holiday season. It could be called an open door policy where all are welcome. That has certainly been the case around our farm these past few weeks as we welcome home family members and new friends.
It sounds like everyone will be making their way home for Thanksgiving this year. I’m so excited to have a house full of hungry people and a table full of favorite dishes.
October has to be one of my favorite months of the year. It is a month full of energy, excitement, stress, colors and peace wrapped up in 31 days.
September ended with a sense of finality. We were able to close our last bag of silage just before a killing frost drained the corn plants of all color and life. Now, we wait for the moisture to drop …
What do you do when your wedding anniversary falls in the middle of harvest season? You give thanks that on at least one day you outranked all the demands of the cows and farm for him to make it to the church on time to say, “I do.”
They say when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. When you have way too much zucchini, you make cake and share with others.