My wife’s palate is very sharp. She can parse flavors in dishes down to the spices and the addresses of the pigs who gave their lives for the pork in our stew.
With great tasting powers come great smelling powers. Which can be a blessing and a curse.
“Honey,” she says while I have come in from working on a small farm we are shaping to lay next her for a brief moment, “you need a shower.”
Grace in the Morning Rain
On Kale and Daughters
My Last Card
Rockin' The House
The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
Leave A Message
The Gospel of Doubt
In The Weeds
Clever or Not You're Ready