Mostly, it seemed complicated. Daunting. Tedious. Many steps required, in a certain order, over several days. Specific tools, too, must be used. And the terminology? There was a whole new language to be learned. 

There’s a bank of drawers in the kitchen. Four drawers to keep the flow flowing and the working kitchen working.

I love how fall lets you start again. Start baking bread, start making soup. Start a new knitting project. Start what feels like a slower pace, an amble toward hibernation.

I cracked an orange-yolked egg from the neighbor hens into the bowl of the food processor, added some light olive oil, pink salt, and mustard powder, put the lid on and gave it a quick pulsing blitz.

I reach for the maple cutting board that leans against the wall, set it on the counter, and draw a scoopful of flour from the bin in the cabinet below