Bluebird House Making with Uncle Dan Bates Mini Mack subscribers might remember last summer’s post from Weedsport with the great Uncle Andy. A lovely time during breakfast at Great-Grandma’s in Weedsport, NY where I harassed an uncle with endless questions. I figured the tradition should continue and being that Uncle Dan pretty much threw himself…
There is something equally rewarding and challenging when cooking. It is one of the tasks in life, since time began, that has near instant gratification. Before technologies of this and that, one could mix a few ingredients and quickly tell if it was a success or failure. When cooking with Mini Macks (or other small…
When I opened the box from New York in April, expecting the fun travel pillows from Mohawk Valley’s affiliated company, Crooked Brook, I didn’t expect to receive one of the best honeys I have truly ever tasted! Mohawk Valley’s raw goldenrod honey looks like a melted lollipop in a jar. Fogged with the natural properties that…
It was Sunday morning, our final day in San Francisco. The white fog was comfy on the hills beyond the condo’s windows. Sutro Tower was nowhere in sight. A sweet redheaded pal lay beside me with patterned breaths.
It was 1993, I was nine years old. I had entered the 18th century John Greenhow general store in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The wide plank hardwood floors squeaking beneath my small boots, my hands clasped in anticipation. I was overwhelmed by the spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, and my favorite – lavender. I picked up…