So I’m not trying to be Amish, despite my new-found obsession for the Old Order. But as a friend and I discussed last night, sometimes you get the feeling you were born in the wrong era.
I love modern conveniences, and, well, electricity…but there’s something appealing about a simpler lifestyle.
Tonight I made chicken soup from scratch (whatever scratch is) and French bread, seasoned with oregano and garlic.
Disclaimer: These were both made in machines, but had I been offered an open flame and cast-iron pot, I would’ve been just as happy. And I’m not above donning a bonnet and apron. Nope.