Eat. Drink. Live.
Sometimes a fire is more welcome when the day has been warm. It takes off the chill of the evening. We started outside with martinis — — and a few rounds of “My Little Pony.” Then the cold chased us […]
Catherine and Boo joined us for a supper by the fire, and we cheered on Catherine’s alma mater as the Wisconsin Badgers beat the undefeated Kentucky Wildcats in a crazy-fun final four game. Catherine was beside herself with the size […]
Usually we have one before October, but this year, no! Let the fall begin. Related posts: The Farm’s First Fire of the Season Lamb, Kale, Squash and the First Fire of the Season The Farm’s First Fire of the Season […]
There was a forest fire along the ridge of Clausland Moutain, which separates Nyack and Orangeburg. By the time we woke up the morning after it had started, smoke was lingering in the air — and in our house. Luckily, […]
Crazytown. Freezing. And here I set, a week later doing this blog post, and it’s sweltering. OK. Whatever. Related posts: Friday Night at Barcel Porch Opener: Sidecars Outside, Then a Fire A Weekend with Boo A Quiet Weekend at the […]
On the first evening warm enough for a cocktail on the porch, we headed out, blankets in hand. We sipped sidecars as long as we could stand it, then headed in and built a fire in the living room to […]
We lit our first fire of the winter of 2012-13 on Saturday, October 6. A little later than some years. Related posts: The Farm’s First Fire of the Season Lamb, Kale, Squash and the First Fire of the Season Grilling […]
The last weekend of February was a pretty quiet one around SCF. I was working on some freelance, so Mom and Leigh watched Srimp. Then they brought her back to the Farm — along with a lovely dinner of Avril […]
We lit our first fire of the season, and opened a nice bottle of wine to celebrate. You’d think we’d open a red — it being chilly enough for a fire and all. But no. We went for a nice […]
My husband, Greg, and I are co-founders of SCF, which chronicles what we eat, drink and grow as we raise our daughter on a tiny plot of land in the Lower Hudson Valley.
