0 0 1 The Journey...From Dirty Hands to Dirty Dishes
The story of , "The Farmer Can Cook", began nine years ago on a historic piece of property in South Carolina. Not only was it my home, it was my farm and my passion. I planned to live there for the rest of my life and ceremoniously have my ashes spread to feed my acre of blueberry bushes someday. Four solid acres of bliss would be my whole life and new career. I longed to be a farmer since I was a little girl. And, to this day, putting my hands in dirt completely meets my need to exist. I used to think it was the harvest that excited me most but it really was the feel and smell of that loamy soil and the pure joy of seeing seeds grow. Even the best laid plans don't always come true, even if they are your dreams. After countless years of really, really hard work, pouring endless amounts of money into an old house and early peaceful bliss turning into a busy 4-lane highway nightmare, I sold the farm to a young couple full of naivety, hope and promise. It was bitt...