Nobody appreciated all of this more than little Quinn. She was able to pick her very own raspberries and stuff them into her mouth for dessert. We could lift her up to grab an apple and like a pro she would pick it off and take a bite. We were able to let her run and run far ahead of us because there was no danger of cars, strangers, or uneven concrete. Just an open space of trees and grass.
My husband’s dad and mom bought this land as young hippies. They built their home by hand. Planted trees, made gardens, and had children. They have long since divorced, but Jeremiah’s dad and step-mom continue to live on the farm. There are two studios on the land that they built. One for pottery and furniture making, and one for painting. Papa, as Quinn calls him, is an amazing potter who makes beautiful wood furniture too. Gramma Sandy is a wonderful painter and potter who is also a professional art librarian. The talent in that home just vibrates.
Going out to Papa’s farm is like stepping into a different world. Being a city girl, I could never live out there. But it sure is nice to get away from it all and realize first hand the give and take of living with the land.
Quinn is a pretty lucky girl that she can go visit a grandparent in the country, or a grandparent in New York City, or a grandparent in the suburbs, or a grandparent in a small town. We have a vast variety of lifestyles in our large family, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
During our visit, Papa taught us how to make his version of homemade tortillas. A fantastic recipe to make with Quinn.
makes about 10
1 c corn meal
1 c whole wheat flour
1 c boiling water
extra white flour for rolling.
Mix ingredients together to form a dough. To make tortillas, pinch off about a quarter cup of dough and form it into a smooth ball. Smash down on a floured surface and roll out into a thin circle. Place into a hot, dry pan over medium high heat. When dough starts to bubble, flip over and cook for an additional 45 seconds to one minute, being careful not to burn dough.