I traded a jar of pickled peppers (my recipe is apparently gaining reputation around here) for 2 dozen farm eggs.
Practicing too. I want to be known as the cook and I figured in this fast food world, I’ll be the one people can come to learn how to cook from scratch with little ingredients. That’s what happens when you have a paranoid Grandmother who lived through the Depression who made her daughter paranoid and then taught HER daughter (me). The paranoia is heriditary (haha). Then you marry the same lineage in paranoid “it can happen again” farmers and have a mother in law who makes SURE I know how to cook, can vegetables and make jams to keep fruit from spoiling and keep my collection of cast iron skillets and dutch ovens because the aluminum ones don’t last...
You see where I’m going with this?
Yes indeed!
We’re practicing. We’re forming a network.