The Genesis of The Flock

I never meant to have chickens. And most certainly, neither did my wife. Yet I also never planned on racing to the hospital with an unconscious little girl. Perhaps i should start at the beginning…the genesis, if you will, of how i came to own, and love our flock of goofy chickens. We are lovers…

Appalachian New Year Dinner

Each year on January 1st, my mom would prepare the simple fare of a pot of black eyed peas, some type of green from the garden, and what she always called ‘hog jowel.’ This simple meal had been a long standing tradition, not only in our family, but across the mountains and hollers of appalachia…