Baked-good riddance

I’ve got an egg problem. We’re overrun with them, but that’s not the problem, as we have lots of egg-eating friends. The problem is that they’re bringing a very serious character flaw of mine out in the open for all to see. Eggs don’t just sit on the counter, waiting patiently to be eaten poached, […]

Picking up chicks

Kevin’s wanted chickens almost since the day we moved here, but it’s taken me a while to come ‘round. We don’t eat that many eggs – maybe two dozen a month, which is a little more than the output of one hen. If you’re going to keep chickens, you need at least four, so we’d […]