Two years ago, I was obsessed with the "tiny house" movement, imagined life surrounded by nothing but edible plants and the soil, fantasized about living off of the land and not from grocery products. And how to get away from the noise of the city life. Then I got here. I had a good spring and summer planting and harvested well of whatever I put in the ground. I was one with the soil. I was in tune with my spirituality. I saw God in everything and thanked Him for everything. Then winter arrives.
All I could see now is woods, I'm surrounded by nothing but woods. And all I could think of is: how can I get back to the city? I miss my groceries of every imaginable kind in Dallas, I miss my favorite restaurants and most especially I miss Christmas in the city. I even miss the people giving me the fingers for driving so slow because they're in a hurry to get to the store, to buy gifts they can't afford to give to people they don't like. Yes. Really. Yes. I miss Dallas.
Simple Sourdough Crackers - When we were eating Matzo for Passover everyone in the family kind of hinted that maybe homemade crackers should be a regular deal. For some reason I had i...
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