Every year I am saddened by the arrival of the first frost. It means hustling to bring in the last of the fresh produce. Everything fresh is what I love most about summer, but fall marks the end of Farmer's Markets, fresh flowers and baskets of produce picked from the garden.
I try my hardest to preserve what I can for the winter months to add some home-grown goodness to the long winter's cooking. So, a couple of weeks ago, I cut some fresh thyme from my herb garden to dry. ( I know, don't I sound like a little pioneer women? If only I lived during those times!)
I try my hardest to preserve what I can for the winter months to add some home-grown goodness to the long winter's cooking. So, a couple of weeks ago, I cut some fresh thyme from my herb garden to dry. ( I know, don't I sound like a little pioneer women? If only I lived during those times!)
