I’ve spent the last few posts talking about the pasture, a 6-acre field north of my childhood home. It had been my great grandparents’ horse pasture but by my time it had been unused for decades. The pasture itself was a rolling field with a single apple tree off in the corner and a marshy…

Probably my earliest cooking experience was Jell-O. This would have been 1956 or so when I was 5.   The old Jell-O came in a waxed paper wrapper. The mix was a lump you would crumble into a bowl, and this was my favorite part because you could lick your fingers when Mom wasn’t looking. No, hygiene…