Bread for Martha
Few things are as beautiful as watching the sun rise over mountains or traveling past a herd of deer enjoying their morning breakfast. This sounds like I was camping on a mountainside while enjoying the sights, however, I was driving into New York City on the Taconic State Parkway. Despite the gentle rattle of my mill and mason jars filled with grains, it’s a relatively quiet morning with not many cars on the road. As always when taking the Taconic its the calm before the sto