Soil to Story

We grow things. We make things. Sometimes we even finish them.

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Welcome to our little slice of not-quite-a-farm.

We left Seattle and settled on a couple acres in Tacoma: enough room for a big garden, a workshop big enough for any fantasy, and a future full of slow-made things.

Right now, we’re digging up rocks (so many rocks), planting beds where there used to be lawn, cooking with what we grow, and building things.

The “back 40” might hold sunflowers, or corn, chickens, or goats someday, but for now, it’s just holding possibilities.

Soil to Story is where it all comes together: the garden, the workshop, the kitchen, and Paper Trail, my custom memory book studio. This is a work-in-progress kind of life, shared one dirty, delicious, half-baked story at a time.

  • Doing Hard (Boiled) Time

    Friday afternoon.

    So there I was, making deviled eggs for a friend’s birthday party. And I started thinking: I should probably label what’s in ’em, especially since one flavor has dairy and at least one friend doesn’t eat dairy.

    I’m a lover of nonsense from way back. If it serves no purpose, I’m in. If it makes me giggle like a five-year old, I’m doubling down. Can I invent an opportunity to create a Rube Goldberg machine to tell you what time it is? (Yes, I’m building that.)

    I have no idea how this popped into my head, but off I went to Chat GPT to see if I could generate the images I wanted.

    Enter the lineup of hard-boiled criminals:

    • Pickled currant tomatoes and chives
    • Sardines with lemons and capers
    • Yogurt with broccoli sprouts
    • Wasabi and tobiko
    • Smoked salmon and dill.

    Their crime? Too delicious.

    Their time? A one-way trip to the buffet table.

    I have no idea why I thought I should pickle these tomatoes, but man, they’re really good! They’re on the “definitely doing next year” list. ChatGPT came through for me – maybe not exactly as I wanted, but I feel like they do the job.

    I was pretty fortunate, though, that I wasn’t ingesting liquid when I asked Midjourney for a mug shot.