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Perils of Food Challenge

I have discovered something dangerous. Food Challenge cheesecake. It all started when Senia made a big batch of Greek yogurt. A big batch. So big that we actually had trouble eating it all. Some of it had become thick and crumbly, like dry cream cheese. And what do you do with cream cheese? A quick cookbook search revealed a simple cheesecake recipe. The ol’ mixer blended yogurt, eggs, butter, raisins, etc, and soon there was a gorgeous golden cake puffing up in the toaster oven. My mom was right—it IS a good idea to have a springform pan on hand! It’s just the thing for making a cheesecake. Now I question whether it should be all this easy to make a cheesecake, even though we essenti

Deprivation Sweetens Meal

Daniel has come home from three weeks away, and I just got back from my three-day fast at Ekone Ranch. We were ready for some deliciousness. Fortunately we had just the thing—Jen gave us some salmon her grandfather had caught. Anytime you need us to babysit again, Jen, just let us know! I took a picture of the meal on the table, but Daniel wanted to present it on a plate. Doesn't it look mouthwatering? Broiled salmon with lemon butter, steamed kale, and the summer’s first snap peas and strawberries. I could have cried eating those berries. We haven’t had fresh fruit (besides our admittedly abundant but astringent wild salmonberries) since last fall. My tongue was ready for the nuance

We Have Some Cute Buns

After Hen’s bunnies died, and Honey’s kid was stillborn, I moped around, bereft of babies. “People only come here because of the animals,” noted Daniel. He’s right. The Garden and Carpentry kids were all disappointed that there were neither goats nor bunnies to cuddle. With no plans to breed goats in the near future, and not even any chicks or ducklings to look forward to, it felt like a very lonely grown-up spring. Then our neighbors Mary and Craig stopped by. Mary mentioned she was selling her rabbits. “Wait, did you say you put them up for sale?” I asked. “Yesterday,” she replied. “We’ll take them,” I said firmly. Twenty minutes later, as Senia and I hitched up the trailer to pick up




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