Introduction

This blog is about what I'm growing and what I'm eating, which are ideally one and the same.

I live in Western Washington with my husband and three young sons. I grew up with a passionate need for writing and an idyllic life I took for granted. The daughter of a farmer, I had 400 acres of field, forest and creek to roam with my two younger brothers. We raised cows for meat and raised fruits and vegetables in a large garden which was always finely tilled. I walked barefoot in the soft soil to feel its softness between my toes.

Stereotypically, I couldn't wait to leave the farm and the small town of my origins, to find excitement in the big city. I went to college for a few years and then got married. That spring, in a hanging basket on the patio of our tiny apartment, I grew a strawberry plant which produced two strawberries. It had cost me $10 for materials and the strawberry plant, but growing my own food felt so good. I found my self, stereotypically, missing the country life and my parents' vegetable garden.

After the birth of our first son, my husband and I moved to a home with a large garden area, my first real vegetable garden as an adult. All spring and summer I spent in that garden, carrying my son in a sling. I became obsessed with self sufficiency for a time. We now live in another home, with an even bigger garden area, and two more little boys. We are by no means self-sufficient, but I love to grow as much as I can and find new ways to enjoy the flavors of the fresh foods that my garden produces.

From time to time, I will probably some things off topic that are on my mind.