With a fat beet. Yikes. Over five months since our last blog post. It’s been on my mind to write. Little notes here and there. But only now creating the time, to sit at my laptop with my back to the woodstove, wet hair drying after another nice fall run and shower. Fall has been more relaxed than summer for sure, but still kind of busy-- farm wrap-up, vacationing, negotiating winter work, finalizing details to finally build our house, out and abouting with O.… Today I brought him to the farm to hang with my parents for the afternoon. My mom was in the kitchen in the midst of a batch of pickled beets. It’s a good beet year in the garden. She told me she had harvested two large bags already and encouraged me to go out and harvest more. I have a goal though to enjoy and use the garden, but not let it stress me out. I enjoyed planting a couple heads of garlic in one of our raised beds with Oscar this morning, but was ready to move on with my day. I did incorporate beets into our dinners this week, a sheet pan dinner, and this awesome crockpot borsht that uses beets, carrots, cabbage, and venison (subbed for the beef). I’m partly making a point to write this post now, so I can find the recipe link again under my soup tag. This blog, for me, is both a way to connect and share, and a place to record and file away recipes, memories, books/articles, places to visit, etc. Blog posts coming soon (maybe) on my recent recommended reading and U.P. vacation spots. (In six words: the latest Sherman Alexie and Marquette.) This time last year, Kaite and I were dreaming and writing this blog into existence. I don’t need it in the same way this year, but I’m glad it’s here, and I wanted to say hi. Need any beets?
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AuthorsMagdalen Dale and Kaite Sweval grew up a layer apart, overlapping and paralleling. Belonging to the shores of Lake Superior and yet not quite belonging. Laughing and dreaming on the bench outside the ferry booth as Mag passed the time and Kaite chose her time. Left to explore as soon as they could. And then as adults returned home, perhaps to their surprise. But glad to have each other... ‘cause we know there is strength in the differences between us and comfort where we overlap. Archives
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