A modern Appalachian woman's kitchen adventures
The year is more than half over now and Summer is drawing to a close at a rapid clip. This is my least favorite time of year. It’s hot and dry and nothing wants to grow except weeds. Although he likes school (or claims to), I’m always sad to send my son back so all…
I know, I know, we’re almost at the end of January and here I am sharing a post about my word for the year. At this point, most people have forgotten their word for 2024 already and lost some of that “new year, new me” mojo. Since my birthday falls two weeks after New Year’s…