Since I moved to North Dakota, my list of “firsts” has increased exponentially. I mean it only makes since that North Dakota and California don’t share very many similarities, I would be experiencing all sorts of new things. But last…
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Until I moved to North Dakota, I am pretty sure I had never had anything rhubarb before in my life. In fact, I am pretty sure that I didn’t even know what rhubarb looked like or how it grew. Rhubarb…
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I have written many, many times about the struggle that is being married to a farmer. I was so excited when two of my dear blogging friends (Old Blue Silo & Nurse Loves Farmer) shared their own personal struggles with…
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If your Dad was anything like mine, he had these certain sayings that he repeated all over again as we grew up. Many of them were spoken to us in times of trial. And while Dad was one of the most…
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Well since last week I shared a recipe from my grandma Betty, I figured this week I would round things out and share a recipe from my Nonny. I don’t really know how or why we started calling my Dad’s…
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