Apparently, I have food on the brain lately. I promise it's not the only thing happening in our house. For instance, yesterday I vacuumed up a harmonica. However, Blair and I have been reading through the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and so much of that series revolves around good food! I first started reading these books as a five-year-old. I've read them all at least once a year (sometimes more!) for the last 22 years. I adore them. I have much of them memorized. Blair, however, has never read a single one. I was almost offended. However, rather than taking the offended, emotional route, I took the educational high road and handed him Farmer Boy. He loves it. He hasn't finished it yet, because he is a very busy man (much like the male characters in the series), but he reads a little of it every evening. I'm pretty sure if there was a farm house for sale in our county, we would be buying it and raising livestock. Tomorrow. Instead of falling into financial ruin by buying a house and animals we can't afford, I have been channeling that homesteading energy into the kitchen. Last night I baked parmesan crusted chicken (locally raised, organic, and free range), creamed potatoes and peas (both garden fresh, though the potatoes were from a friend), corn on the cob from my parents' garden, risotto, my Mama's Biscuits, and chocolate peanut butter cookies. I probably went a little overboard, but I shouldn't have to cook for the next couple of days. I don't have a single photograph to show you, but, despite Garth Williams' amazing illustrations, neither do the Little House books. I shall just let you use your imaginations. Now, go read a book and bake something!