Grape Flower Soda

The fair pastures are growing and growing, still silver-crested with daisy fleabane, white under the silver-lined clouds, heavy with thunder, that wander over the sky. The air is so humid it hangs like a mist around lights, and i feel like I’m gulping water when i breathe. The ubiquitous sand sticks to everything – feet,…

Green Tomato Pickles

As the summer garden dies back to rampant gourd vines, sweet potatoes, and roselle, I am diligently preserving as much of the harvest as possible.  Last year I neglected to make enough pickled vegetables to get us through the dearth of the late summer (you can only be excited about eating amaranth leaves for so…