Yesterday when I was getting off work, I had NO IDEA what I was going to blog about today. NO IDEA. I was getting worried, and had decided to go to the little corner market by my house after work to see if anything inspired me. …turns out I didn’t get that far. There is…
It is not hard to get your hands on day-old pastries. What’s hard, sometimes, ARE the pastries. But here’s your chance to make them ol’ croissants shine like new! Croissant bread pudding! There’s really not much to it. Which is good, what with how busy I’ve been this week. Fortunately, there’s always room (er, I…
I love huckleberry season. Why, you ask (as if you don’t love them too, be honest, now)? First off, huckleberries, while small, are not plagued with the standard onslaught of unpleasantries that often come with wild foraging: no brambles, thorns/spines, no awkward crawls under bushes or 3 mile hikes through the rain, no damaged clothes,…
I’m a morning person. Always have been, since I was a little girl. Once the sun was up, so was I – tearing around the house like a maniac (or a herd of elephants, as my parents liked to describe it), and impatiently awaiting… …well, SOMETHING. I was sure something was about to happen. And…
You know you want them. Look at them. They’re perfect, right? Right. Oh man, if you could smell what the house smells like right now…well, actually, it’s probably better that you can’t (I hear drool is really bad for the keyboard). But let me just say that there are few smells in the world that…
I am not generally a breakfast eater. Sure, I’m a morning person, but for some reason the first few hours of my consciousness are not focused on food (unless caffeine is a food, *ahem*). And while studies show that a good breakfast causes us to be more productive, more pleasant, and generally more healthy and…
It’s that time again. The time of year when the CSA starts sending more than just greens, greens, greens…and maybe some citrus. The time when I find myself running out into the garden every couple of hours to see if anything’s grown while I was away…and it actually HAS grown. I feel myself breaking out…
Dog Island Farm is a small urban farm in the San Francisco Bay Area.
