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A Penchant for the Homemade

I’m not sure where the domestic in me was residing, but as I age, I seem to find great comfort in the process of making stuff. Making bread. Making baby pants. I’ve even come to enjoy sewing boat cushions. On Sunday Sophie and I turned out five jars of cherry and strawberry preserves. I will never buy jam or “artisan” bread again.

Some of my inspiration comes from SouleMama’s blog and book, The Creative Family.
Some comes from cooking blogs, especially Orangette (scroll down for the potato recipe, which I am making TONIGHT).
Some comes from creating with Sophie, and the artsy sites we follow (some links on the sidebar!). We even started our own, neglected version- Mudpie.

In any event, homemade is good stuff. John insists that his favorite holiday dinner in our marital history was a Thanksgiving meal we created from nothing, tied up to an abandoned dock in Ocean City, Maryland. It was simple, good food, made mostly from scratch. It took far longer to make than it did to consume, but the event, and the process is what we’ll remember.