Tag: friends
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My friend said to me …
“My Grand-Daddy was a gambling man,” my friend said to me yesterday as we were packing her fresh eggs into boxes. We had been talking about drunks. The weekend kind who had a drink and went to sleep. My friend does not drink. But it was a natural jump to gambling. “He had gambled all…
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The Great New Zealand Barbeque
All us expats live with two homes. Lucky us. Unlucky us. We can meet and eat and laugh and drink with some of the most important people in our entire lives at the great New Zealand barbie, set in an urban vegetable garden with wine and laughter and still worry about the ones we love and have left…
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Rain on the hay – my language could be stronger…
This year, every time we cut the hay it rained. This time it rained then it snowed then it dried beautifully. My friend and I walked out to the hay makers field before lunch yesterday. She had come down to help me with the winterizing. Lunch would be pumpkin soup made with pears and lemon…
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The Big City goes all farmy like!
Chicago …. the big city! From the beginning it was all about the food. John from Chicago met the Matriarch and I at the railway station, poured us into his little super duper car and roared us through the streets from market to market. I am sure he felt like he had a wind up…
The Kitchen's Garden 