Life on the Farm As the snow falls into puddles, and all is cold as ice, I am cozy by the fire with a cup of tea and a piece of hazelnut torte. I can think of nothing better except the added company of a dear friend! After a reader's request for hearing more about some of my life experiences, I thought I would begin this post with a little background before I dive into the subject of food and meals. And yes, there is a connection! Life on the Farm with Ted and Doris I grew up in a suburb of a fairly large city. I spent all of my time there until I was 9, when my parents bought a small farm in central Wisconsin. It was a quasi farm in the sense that the family that had lived there for the previous 25 years had not really been a farming family. The father had been a barber in Chicago and had decided to change the circu
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