Pi or Pie? Eat a pie for Pi day!
Pi (π) represents the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. Regardless of the size of the circle, pi is always the same number. You can find the number pi by dividing a circle's circumference by its diameter. You should always get 3.14159… or π. So how do we celebrate this never-ending number?
Eat Pie!!! Even though National Pie Day is January 23, we enjoy the excuse to eat pie any chance we get, and Pi Day is definite cause for celebration. Any holiday that combines math with something as delicious as pie is high on our list. Here is a recipe from one of our very own employees!
The World's Best (for real!) Zucchini Bread

If you're a "country Christian," you probably already know the running summer-time joke: Don't leave your car unlocked in the church parking lot on Sunday. Nobody'll steal anything, but you'll come back to four bags of zucchini on the back seat.
It's that time of year. Early peas and lettuce have faded in the heat. June strawberries are a pleasant memory. Tomatoes are just starting to blush. And zucchini and weeds are getting out of control.
A quick trip to my garden this morning revealed zucchini a day past ridiculous. One minute, there's not a squash in site. The next minute, they're topping 18" and coming out my ears.
If you're any kind...
There was a time in my life I would never have dreamed of ordering my meals all prepped in a little box, with bits and pieces diced and sliced in packages. I'm too snooty about my cooking which, quite frankly, is pretty darn good (if I do say so myself). A really good meal takes time and thought; it's a gift, lovingly prepared, to those for whom you prepare it.
But that was back in the good ol' days, when life was somehow less insanely busy than it is now. I don't know what happened to those days. I keep waiting for life to get back to "normal," but have slowly succumbed to the realization this harried state of frenetic activity is the new norm. I find myself standing in front of an empty refrigerator night after night (often having skipped lunch) because, once again, I didn't have time to make it to the grocery store. I keep hoping the maid will have supper ready when I get home. Then I remember I don't have a maid and stand over the sink eating a...
I confess, I am not Italian. I could not be more proud of my Scotts-Welch heritage: the indomitable, against-all-odds strength of my ancestors, the unsurpassed beauty of the rugged highlands purple with heather. The first time I flew into Scotland, I cried as the plane circled Edinburgh. It was like coming home. "Amazing Grace" played on the bagpipes just slays me. And, ah yes, men in kilts!
But if I had to pick another heritage, Italian would be a top contender. Such an incredible history Italians have, with so many brilliant contributions to the modern world. Explorers, inventors, artists…Columbus, Marco Polo, Michelangelo. Lest we forget, Joltin' Joe and Sophia Loren. Romeo and Juliet...only a couple...
It takes less than ten steps out my back door to find ten kinds of wild food; dozens are within the boundaries of the farm, and I love foraging for free food you can't buy at a supermarket.
One of the earliest treats, and one of my favorites, is Lamb's Quarters (Chenopodium album). I usually find it along the edge of the creek bed in dappled sun, or down my long driveway. The leaves are distinct, due to the white, powdery coating on the center of the young leaves.
To gather Lamb's Quarters, I cut them off at the stem about 6" from the ground and strip off the leaves. I find them from mid-spring, through early fall. Because it's considered an invasive weed, there's no danger to its sustainability.
Although I enjoy the leave...