I am an explorer of food. Yesterday, I awoke on a mission. Luckily for both my taste buds and dishware this mission did not involve devising a microwaveable strawberry syrup. Nor did it involve tackling the mound of writing projects that has kidnapped me from the blogosphere as of late. Though, perhaps, it should have. And, perhaps, I should not have just admitted to procrastinating those aforementioned projects when my employers read my blog. Well, no use in crying over spilled milk.

I am an explorer of food. Yesterday, I awoke on a mission. Luckily for both my taste buds and dishware this mission did not involve devising a microwaveable strawberry syrup. Nor did it involve tackling the mound of writing projects that has kidnapped me from the blogosphere as of late. Though, perhaps, it should have. And, perhaps, I should not have just admitted to procrastinating those aforementioned projects when my employers read my blog. Well, no use in crying over spilled milk.

my friends who opted for the sausage said it was awesome, so you have their word for it.

Blogging about how your food gets from field to fork. Monday, June 15, 2015. Earlier this week, on my Foodie Farmer Facebook page, I shared this post of me spraying in my vineyard. With over over 9,000 people reached and nearly 50 shares,it is obviously something people are interested in and hopefully want to learn more so figured it was worth a blog post for further discussion. So the dry products will displace some water .

Friday, November 24, 2006. Sugar High Friday - Earl Grey Truffles. Two years ago I passed a bake sale in my school hallway and I stopped dead in my tracks. In a school where re-selling Krispy Kremes and stale bagels at higher prices constitutes a bake sale, someone had made. They were nestled in between a chocolate chip pumpkin loaf cake and Mexican wedding cookies. Had I entered an alternate universe? No, not quite, for I soon discovered the reason behind this gourmet extravaganza. Though I would also l.