Grass-fed butter and little tutus

My sister-in-law is pregnant. She is so cute. Big belly. Big happy. Big love. And in honor of her big belly, I took a trip to her city of Chicago strategically planned around the Weston A. Price Foundation conference and Megan’s baby shower. Mom made the trip to join in on all of the above, and great fun was had by all.

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Featured Farmer – Jose Baer

A secret food weapon sits quietly in my semi-clean fridge. Behind the organic hot sauce and unsweetened ketchup hides a delicate bottle of unrefined walnut oil that turns every salad leaf it touches into pure gold. Guests come to dinner and fall madly in love. I share the secret, but most brush past and lavish praise on the cook. Bewilderedly accepting the glory, I breathe a heavy sigh and quietly acknowledge evidence that the applause doesn’t always reach it’s proper recipient. Ask a book editor or film producer. They’ll tell you.

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Achieving tree.

Well, there we have it. Ever since my mom dressed me as a homemade strawberry, I have loved full regalia on Halloween. This year, as my husband put it, “Molly achieved tree.” On my head sits an over-sized bird’s nest. If this tree is built to scale, whatever gigantic bird laid those eggs must have swayed that tree like a rubber spatula. And check out the legs on that strawberry. I bet Tigger got a little spring in his step when he saw that outfit. (See picture.)

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