Mabon, Harvest, and a recipe for Miniature Pumpkin Bundt Cakes

The ancient holidays and festivals emphasized hope, renewal, and gratitude.  Mabon is the second of the harvest festivals.  Today the day and night are equal and we prepare for the darkness and the introspection that comes with winter.  But now we light a bonfire and have a feast and celebrate with our village and our families the bountiful gardens that…

What Exactly is a Witch?

There are lots of images and assumptions out there about witchcraft, but what is it?  When did it start?  Is it a really a bunch of atheist devil worshipers? Let’s step back into history, shall we?  I do love history.  Fifteen or more thousand, give or take, years before even Judaism was even around, there were…

Harvest, Beer, and the Original Witch’s Brew

It’s 1842 and the settlers are walking around the plaza visiting and gathering goods .  Imagine an old farmer’s market.  Woman in long skirts, babies on the hips, hold large baskets and chat with the other woman as children dash to and fro playing games.  Makeshift booths are set up offering eggs, chickens, furs, vegetables, spirits, and any other…

Dining During the Depression

I am reading a beautiful book that my penpal, Holly, sent me.  Reading through the simple recipes from a time where creativity and positivity led to survival and the simplest of foods were treasured inspires and delights me.  The stories that are interspersed through the book are lovely memories that remained despite the harrowing times. …

Urban Homestead Visitors

I was informed by the four cats intently looking out the window that there was someone at the door.  I opened it to see if a neighbor cat had come to bid good morning.  A handsome raccoon stood there. “Excuse me Missus,” he says in raccoon, “Would ya mind opening the chicken coop door?  Seems…

The Baking Cabinet

“This was in an old farmhouse in upstate New York,” the dealer noted. I thought of one of my old customers, John, who lived on his farm for many, many decades in upstate New York.  I had never met John in person but we became friends through commonality and scribbled word.  He would send a check…

Preserving Chilies and Herbs for Winter

The winds caught everything in its grasp in unusual tyrannical fits this last spring. It lifted trees and roofs in some places. At our house, some branches came down and the ristras decorating my porch went flying. Their seeds settled in the gardens and have been growing better than the ones I started myself from…