Field Hands My father asks me why I'm so dirty. I say it's because I played in the field with Becky. I won't tell him I worked from two until suppertime helping pick potatoes with the Hammons in their field. I won't tell him how warm and rich the earth was when Mr. Hammons plowed through, leaving dry ripples for us to dig our hands in to fish for potatoes. Or how … [Read more...]
Food on Fridays: Fried Potatoes (with veggies) (even greens)
(smaller button below)Here at the Food on Fridays carnival, any post remotely related to food is welcome—though we love to try new dishes, your post doesn’t have to be a recipe.If you want, you can simply photograph your dog with a biscuit balanced on his nose. Though not for human consumption, a dog biscuit loosely falls into the category of food. My point is that we're … [Read more...]