These Women Who Run
So these are pretty much the worst pictures of me, taken by me, at 8am in 5*F weather at the start of a 6 mile loop. That’s my running group and I love them. Women from all over Southern Vermont, of all ages, shapes and …
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So these are pretty much the worst pictures of me, taken by me, at 8am in 5*F weather at the start of a 6 mile loop. That’s my running group and I love them. Women from all over Southern Vermont, of all ages, shapes and …
{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
As we roll over to a new year, I wanted to take a look back to this time last year to reflect on victories and struggles. Things I was working on…food, children, self…
Article featured in the Late Fall/ Holidays issue of Edible Green Mountains.
Step 1
Marry a hunter.
Step 2
Reduce a pint of your favorite Vermont stout by 2/3.
Small dice 1/2 an onion.
Step 4
Small dice 1/2 cup cabbage.
Step 5
Add onion, cabbage, 1 clove grated garlic, 1/2 t grainy dijon, 1/2 t oregano, 1 egg, 1/4 cup Vermont cheddar (diced into small cubes), 1/4 cup reduced stout, 1t kosher salt and several turns of fresh pepper to one pound of ground venison.
Step 6
Smash up 4 stone ground wheat crackers and add to the venison mixture.
Step 7
Mix well.
Step 8
Always cook off a small taster patty and adjust seasoning accordingly.
Step 9
Kiss the hunter.
Step 10
Preheat small cast iron pans in a 375*F oven. Add 1 teaspoon of bacon fat to each pan. Divide meat among pans.
Step 11
Spoon rest of stout reduction over each pan. Bake about 25 minutes or until desired temperature.
Serve with roasted seasonal vegetables and enjoy.
We took the boys out for the annual fiddlehead hunt. It was the first year they could both “help”. It was the coldest hunt we have had together, but that didn’t stop us! It is one of our favorite ways to burn off some calories, …
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Over the last year I have taken up running and I have been pretty vocal about it. I have run in all types of conditions and seen many amazing things. I have run in rain, pounding rain, sleet, pea sized hail that felt like bee stings, driving wind and feet of snow as fat flakes fell. I have run in blazing sun on hot pavement in 80% humidity. I have run, gagging, past my friends farms during manure season. I have run at sun up, sun down and in the dark of night. I have seen eagles, hawks, porcupines, bobcats and many snarling dogs. I have right straight through at least 5 pairs of sneakers. I run the steepest hills and most beautiful valleys Vermont has to offer. I run alone and with friends. I have run with girls half my age and women double it. I hear praise and stride past negativity. I have run nearly 100 pounds off my body. I run in sickness and health and cautiously through injury. But yesterday I feel like I finally became a runner. I reached an unattainable goal I set for myself. I ran straight through my first half marathon of 13.1 miles, every step of the way. Today I call myself a runner because something inside me changed for the better and I am never going back.
We wanted to do something different for new years so we had a Chinese Dim Sum party. We fired up the stove with our Lodge Dutch Oven and made Miso Soup. Various types of dumplings were served in warm Lodge Mini Servers. These included Kimchi …