I have recently acquired a fear of blind curves. More specifically: blind curves in Spain. In the US, such road hazards are preceded by one or more signs: an image of a curvy road, the words “blind curve ahead,” or an encouragement to beep one’s horn to alert oncoming traffic of your impending arrival. Unfortunately,…
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Dirt
When’s the last time you got dirty? I mean dirty as in real honest-to-goodness DIRT. Covered in it. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this dirty. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. The cause of all this talk of dirt? Because I was digging red potatoes. Farmer Dave explained that the…
Kohlrabi and More Praise for the Farmer’s Market
“What’s that?” asked my Little Sister. We were standing under a tent at my local farmer’s market, surrounded on three sides by fresh produce. “I have no idea,” I said as we stood in line waiting to make our purchases. “But he’s got a price list – let’s see what’s on there that we’ve never…
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