This morning we woke up to freezing rain and sleet and some dripping pathetic excuse for snow on the ground. When I say freezing rain I mean frozen raindrops. Not as mean as sleet, just sticky frozen. It is dark and cold. A wintry… Continue Reading “How (not) to make Sweet and Sourdough Raisin Rye bread.”
Esme stood alone but for her dog, watching the mountains. She and her new husband had travelled for months in their covered wagon, across vast endless plains of shoulder high grass, fording rivers, their horses heaved them across dusty deserts, through forests. They had… Continue Reading “simple sourdough for pioneer girls”