I may be the last person to read this amazing book. I don't know why it took me so long…I guess I just saw the cover and thought it was a novel.  But suddenly it occured to me that it was not, and I am so, so enjoying it. I can't put it down. It has me so excited for the season that is upon us, and all of the great food we have growing in our garden, and available locally and at our farmer's markets. I am totally ready to get making my own cheese, yogurt, bread, and buying only the minimum at the grocery store. Jay and I talk about getting our own chickens and goats all of the time, and I completely want to immerse myself in being a farmgirl now.  It is so funny to think of the Jenn of 10 years ago meeting the Jenn of today. Any sort of notion of a hip, sophisticated, oh so modern life I might have wanted has been abandoned as I embrace everything simple and old-fashioned.
I think alot of it has to do with my mom. I am the youngest of seven kids, and my mom had me late in life. I think growing up with a mom who made everything from scratch (we never had any sort of packaged food, or "junk" food…I appreciate this now, but was bummed about it then), and cured my ills with old fashioned remedies and old fashioned wisdom, and did everything the way her mom had done it, gave me this sense of nostalgia for this era that she grew up in, and talked about, and whose wisdom, and recipes and values she instilled in me.