It all started with my mother. She drank at least 8 cups of coffee a day. I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t laughing, cooking, or kibitzing with her friends without a cute little coffee cup in her hand. Read More Coffee: It Loves Me It Loves Me Not
Man has been brewing up a soup of some sort for over 20,000 years. Indeed, our ancestors conjured up ways to hold watery soups with such leaky vessels as animal hides and reeds held over hot rocks, but until the invention of waterproof vessels starting with perhaps clay pots, this practice was rarely used.
As far as the eye can see, luscious green ferns adorn, as precious jewels, the grounds of my home.
Feathery, light to the touch, broad in stature, exquisite to behold; ferns are a hardy, prolific native inhabitant of the Pacific Northwest; as plentiful and dominant to the forest as sand is to the beach. Though not of any significant economic importance, ferns are like priceless pearls, you could get along without them but the world is a better place because of them.
Shark cartilage has been my friend since the early nineties when Dr. I. William Lane and Linda Comac wrote an amazing book, Sharks Don’t Get Cancer. Over the years I’ve read this little gem twice, cover to cover. In fact, I can still remember that dusty little store on H St in Blaine, WA with its big window sign proclaiming “Shark Cartilage Sold Here” and my first purchase. Curiosity made me try it, results made it a staple.
Have you ever been cut or scratched by a blackberry prickle (thorn); been tripped by its endless vines; been bitten by the critters lurking in its womb or stung by the nettles skirting its perimeter? I surely have! Read More Blackberry Vengence