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The Art of Ordinary Living: Finding Creativity in Writing, Cooking, and Parenting

How are you creative?

Creativity doesn’t always look like a canvas, a stage, or a masterpiece. Sometimes, it looks like a skillet full of potatoes, a bedtime routine that finally works, or a few quiet minutes spent putting messy life into words. For me, creativity lives in the everyday—in the effort, the resourcefulness, and the love poured into small things.

Writing Creativity
I’m creative through writing. I may not write fiction, but I write with color and heart. My words capture the hum of morning chores, the smell of bread rising on the counter, and the soft sounds of my family winding down after a long day.

Writing helps me slow down and hold onto fleeting moments before they slip away. My hope is that when someone reads what I write, they see their own life reflected back at them. I hope they begin to look for beauty in the ordinary. Writing, to me, is storykeeping more than storytelling—a way to honor the simple rhythm of living.

Cooking Creativity
That same creative spirit follows me into the kitchen. Few things bring more joy than opening the refrigerator with little motivation and turning almost nothing into something truly satisfying.

My trusty skillet, a few potatoes, and some onions have saved more dinners than I can count. The sound of onions sizzling in butter and the smell that fills the house remind me that creativity often blooms from constraint. It’s about seeing what you have and imagining what it could become.

Parenting Creativity
I’m also creative in my parenting. I didn’t want to raise my children exactly as I was raised, so I’ve learned to improvise and adapt through plenty of trial and error.

Take my two-year-old daughter and the great toothbrushing standoff. For months, we tried everything—games, choices, even silly songs—but it always ended the same: us brushing her teeth while she screamed in protest.

About a month ago, we took a new approach. We simply told her this was part of bedtime—non-negotiable, like pajamas and stories. To my surprise, she accepted it. Now she even reaches for the toothbrush herself.

My son wouldn’t have responded to that method at her age, but that’s the creative dance of parenting—learning each child’s rhythm, one routine at a time.

Reflection
Over time, I’ve realized that creativity isn’t limited to what we make—it’s how we live. It’s the spark that turns routine into ritual, leftovers into a warm meal, and frustration into understanding. It’s what keeps a home vibrant, a family connected, and a heart grateful. Every time I face life’s little challenges and find a gentler way through, I’m reminded of how much beauty lives in simply trying.

We are all, in one way or another, artists of ordinary life—crafting something meaningful out of the materials we’ve been given.

Now it’s your turn. How do you bring creativity into your everyday routines?

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Holiday Traditions That Root Us: Family, Food, and Connection on the Homestead

Every December, I feel the year take a deep, satisfied breath. The first frost settles on the garden beds and the house grows quiet under early sunsets.

The holidays don’t arrive in a rush of gifts or glitter. They come as a gentle exhale. It’s an invitation to pause, look back, and give thanks for all we’ve built together as a family.

The Joy of Holiday Cards

One of my favorite ways to mark the season is through the tradition of holiday cards. Each one feels like a small window into someone’s life. There’s a handwritten note, a new baby’s smile, a captured moment of love.

We hang the cards over our doorway. That way, each time we step outside, we pass under a colorful arch of friendship and memory. It’s a daily reminder that while we may live miles apart, the ties that bind us remain close and bright.

The Tree That Tells Our Story

Our Christmas tree may not be grand or freshly cut. It’s an old artificial one, gifted by a coworker more than a decade ago. The branches are slightly bent, and a few bulbs refuse to light. Yet when we pull it from the box each year, it feels like greeting an old friend.

Each ornament holds a fragment of our story. There are handmade trinkets from the kids, crocheted snowflakes from my mother-in-law, and treasures from years past. The tree stands as a quiet symbol of continuity and gratitude. It reminds me that beauty often lives in what endures.

Simple Joys and Shared Stories

Every season brings a moment to slow down and savor the familiar. I always find myself rewatching It’s a Wonderful Life.

George Bailey’s struggles and small joys remind me that even in life’s messiest seasons, there’s beauty in simply showing up. I carry that spirit into my workplace, too. Working remotely most of the year, my in-person time with coworkers feels extra special.

There’s an ease in sharing stories beyond the screen. We share laughter over drinks, conversations that meander like old friendships, and the reminder that connection doesn’t depend on proximity.

A Season for Sweetness

At home, the kitchen becomes the heart of the season. The air fills with the scent of butter, cinnamon, and sugar—the unmistakable signal that it’s cookie time.

My favorite tradition, though, is baking kranz kuchen. It’s a tender, yeasted bread folded with hickory nuts, brown sugar, cinnamon, and dates. The recipe has been passed down through generations. Every year we forage the hickory nuts ourselves.

There’s something sacred about that ritual. We gather food from the land, turn it into something fragrant and celebratory, and share it with those I love.

Gifts Made of Experience

Instead of focusing on material gifts, our family gives each other an experience every year.

A few winters ago, we wandered through the glowing quiet of Cave of the Mounds. Last year, our son’s eyes lit up at the Manitowoc Maritime Museum as he marveled at the USS Cobia.

This year, we’re heading to Oshkosh to see the light show, visit the EAA Museum, and end the day with dinner and laughter at the Mineshaft. These experiences spark curiosity and wonder. They remind me that time and attention are the greatest gifts we can give our children.

Gathered Around the Table

Christmas Eve dinner with my parents is the anchor of the season.

We gather around a table filled with food that tells our story. The main coarse is pork roast from pigs we raised and sauerkraut made from cabbage grown in my parents’ garden. It’s more than a meal. It’s a celebration of patience, hard work, and the quiet rhythm of the land that sustains us. Every bite tastes like gratitude made tangible.

The next day, we join my in-laws for a night of laughter, games, and gift exchanges that always end in joyful mayhem.

Once February arrives, the festivities begin again when my extended family gathers for our belated celebration. Some of my sisters can’t travel in December, but that second gathering has become its own cherished tradition. It’s a spark of warmth that keeps the season alive well into the new year.

The Heart of Tradition

Each of these rituals—whether we’re baking, sharing stories through holiday cards, or sitting around the table—reminds me that traditions aren’t about repetition.

They’re about remembering who we are. The holidays teach me to slow down, to honor what we’ve grown, and to see abundance in what’s already here.

When the lights fade and the tree comes down, I tuck the cards into a small box. Their words and faces carry the season’s glow into the months ahead.

And I’m left with the same quiet truth: home isn’t a place or a moment. It’s a feeling—built from love, gratitude, and the steady rhythm of returning to what matters most.

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My Biggest Influences from Family, Homesteading, and Simple Living

Who are the biggest influences in your life?

Keywords
simple living inspiration, homesteading lifestyle, family-centered life, personal growth journey, rural living values, community and connection, self-sufficiency and family, gratitude and intention

Influence comes in many forms—some quiet and steady, others bold and life-changing. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on who’s helped shape my journey toward simple living, family-centered growth, and self-sufficiency.

Books That Shape My Thinking
Books have always been my greatest teachers. I can spend hours tucked into a good nonfiction guide—whether it’s about self-improvement, gardening, or preserving old homestead traditions. The works of Midwestern authors like Jerry Apps hold a special place in my heart. His book about rural school life reminded me of the values that built strong communities: honesty, grit, and compassion. Reading it inspired me to start writing again and to live more intentionally.

Another influential book is Ben Logan’s The Land Remembers. His stories of growing up in Wisconsin capture what I love most about rural living. He talks about connection to the land, rhythm of the seasons, and the quiet lessons found in hard work. These authors remind me that storytelling preserves the values and wisdom worth passing on.

Just as books have shaped how I think about simple living, the people around me continue to shape how I live it each day.

Community That Inspires Me
Social media has become a surprisingly powerful influence in my life. My Facebook followers bring so much joy, encouragement, and creativity. We swap garden tips, share family stories, and remind each other that we’re not alone in pursuing intentional living.

What’s even more special is how online connections can grow into real friendships. Just last week, a friend from high school reached out after reading one of my posts. We met for coffee and had a wonderful conversation. It’s one that bridged years and reminded me how connection can start anywhere, even with a simple post.
Platforms like YouTube have also become part of my daily rhythm.

Watching fellow homesteaders and lifestyle creators encourages me to keep learning new skills and to approach life’s routines with curiosity and gratitude.

Family That Grounds Me
At the heart of my life is family. My parents and in-laws are always ready to help. Sometimes, it’s lending a hand with a project. Other times, it’s offering wisdom when I need it most. My husband is my constant partner—steadfast, kind, and right beside me whether we’re tending the garden or tackling challenges together.

My children have become my best teachers. They remind me to slow down, play, and find joy in the small things. Through them, I’ve learned patience, creativity, and how to truly appreciate everyday blessings.

And my sisters hold a special place in my heart. We share humor, sorrow, and plenty of homesteading projects. Their support and laughter keep me rooted, even when life feels hectic.

Living and Learning Together
Every influence—books, community, and family—forms part of the foundation that supports my growth. They motivate me to write, to homestead with purpose, and to live each day with gratitude. Growth doesn’t happen in isolation; it blossoms through shared stories, nurturing relationships, and open hearts.

Now it’s your turn. Who or what have you found to be influential in your life?

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What 1990 Taught Me About Hard Work, Family, and Homesteading

Share what you know about the year you were born.

1990: The year history was made.

I’m not being boastful — that really was a commercial I remember from childhood, announcing The Simpsons as “the show that defined a decade” and giving my actual birthdate. Maybe that’s why the phrase stuck with me. It felt like the world and I arrived on the same wave of something new — a time buzzing with energy and change.

The world in 1990 was shifting fast. The Berlin Wall had just fallen, Nelson Mandela walked free after 27 years in prison, and for a while, it felt like anything was possible. At home in the U.S., George H. W. Bush was president, grunge was brewing in Seattle, and the first home computers were finding their way into family living rooms. Back then, families were swapping cassette tapes for computer disks, unaware of how much life was about to speed up.

I don’t remember those big events firsthand — my world then was much smaller. My earliest memories are of the dairy barn, helping with chores before sunrise. I’d carry buckets and gently clean udders before it was time to milk. The smell of hay, cows, and the cool morning air still lingers in my memory.

We also had a big garden that helped feed our family all year long. My parents even kept a separate garden just for potatoes — and we worked hard to fill the cellar every fall. Summer days were spent picking beans, baling hay, and gathering whatever the earth offered. My parents may not have been the most patient, but they taught me what perseverance looks like. If something needed doing, you didn’t wait around — you did the work. That mindset has never left me.

Now, decades later, those lessons have come full circle. These days, we can vegetables and fruits, raise our own pork, and tend our garden much like my family always did. Only now, I understand the meaning behind the work. Homesteading isn’t just about self-reliance. It’s about finding peace in the effort, purpose in the blisters, and gratitude in what each season provides.

So maybe 1990 really was the year history was made. It was also the year one farm kid began learning what it means to build a life from the ground up — shaped by family, faith, and the steady rhythm of work that still anchors me today.

Now it’s your turn. What year shaped you, and what lessons from your childhood still guide you today?

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When Trust Feeds the Soul: Homesteading, Community, and the Power of Showing Up

Are you a good judge of character?

Some people guard their trust like a locked gate—but I’ve never been one of them. In homesteading and in life, I tend to meet others with open hands and an open heart. Out here, community isn’t just a pleasant idea. It’s something we build with every borrowed tool, shared chore, and kind word. I choose to believe the best of people, trusting they’re drawn by the same sense of purpose and generosity that keeps this way of life thriving.

When we brought our daughter home after she was born, that spirit of community wrapped around us in the most tangible way. We walked into a freshly mopped home, the dishes washed, the floor gleaming, and our table covered in homemade comfort—lasagna, sloppy Joe’s, meatloaf, and warm bread just out of the oven. It wasn’t just food; it was love, poured into every bite. Those acts of kindness reminded me that trust and connection don’t just make a community—they are the community.

Sure, now and then, I misjudge someone, and disappointment arrives like an unexpected frost. But time and again, choosing trust has brought more blessings than setbacks. It has built friendships rooted in understanding, neighbors who show up without being asked, and a shared sense that we’re stronger together than apart.

The land teaches that same truth daily. A garden can’t thrive without care, and neither can a community. When we nurture each other—with warmth, patience, and gratitude—we all flourish. That meal train, that clean house, those helping hands—they were proof that the seeds of kindness I try to plant don’t just grow; they multiply. And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

What’s one way your community has shown up for you when you needed it most?

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Why Is Beef So Expensive? The Real Story Behind Your Steak — and How You Can Help Support Local Farmers

Beef prices are higher than ever, and it’s hard not to flinch when you see the total at the checkout. But there’s a bigger story behind that price tag. It’s a story of weather, supply, and the everyday people who make your meals possible.

The Shrinking Herd
Across the country, the U.S. cattle herd is the smallest it’s been since 1951. Years of drought have dried up pastures. Rising feed and fuel costs have forced many families to sell breeding cows just to hold on.

With fewer calves entering the pipeline and beef taking about two years to raise from birth to butcher, this shortage doesn’t rebound quickly. Meanwhile, Americans still love their beef—consuming around 57 pounds per person each year, according to USDA estimates.

When demand stays strong and supply runs short, prices naturally climb.

Family Farms Under Pressure
But economics only tell half the story. On my sister’s small farm, she and her husband raise beef—a side project that grew out of their love for good food and good land. Like many small producers, they both work jobs outside the home to keep their operation going.

What started as a passion for raising healthy animals and feeding their neighbors has become a delicate balance between purpose and practicality. For them, and countless others, farming isn’t just about income—it’s about identity, family, and stewardship of the land.

Their experience isn’t unique. The average farmer in the U.S. is now around 58 years old, and for younger generations, getting started can feel impossible. Land, equipment, and livestock cost hundreds of thousands of dollars before the first calf is ever born.

On top of that, just a handful of large companies control most of the nation’s beef processing. That means family farms earn less, even as consumers pay more at the store. It’s a painful disconnect that continues to squeeze rural families across the country.

Watching my sister pour her time and heart into those cattle reminds me of something deeper. Homesteading—like life—rarely offers shortcuts. The work is long, often quiet, but filled with meaning that doesn’t show up on a price tag.

The Cost of Keeping Food Safe
Processing adds another layer of expense. Federal law requires a USDA inspector to be on-site during every moment of slaughter and processing. Their presence ensures animal health, cleanliness, and safety—vital safeguards that protect us all—but compliance adds time, labor, and cost.

Some experts believe these inspections could be modernized and streamlined to preserve safety while easing financial pressure on small processors. For now, those costs carry through the system, one steak at a time.

Beyond the Farm Gate
Every link in the supply chain—from pastures and processors to packaging and transport—feels the strain of rising fuel prices, labor shortages, and inflation. And behind that rising price tag are families working early mornings and late nights to keep barns running, pastures green, and herds healthy.

For many, it’s more than work—it’s a calling built on resilience and pride.

And for those of us on the other end, part of honoring that work is learning to value the whole animal. Beef isn’t just ribeyes and tenderloins. It’s also the flavorful roasts, shanks, and stewing cuts that take time, effort, and patience to cook.

When we learn to use every cut—every bit of what an animal gives—we stretch our dollar, reduce waste, and show respect for the life and effort behind our food. In a way, that practice is at the very heart of homesteading: using wisely, wasting little, and cooking with gratitude.

What You Can Do
Understanding the system is a great first step. Visit your local butcher or farmers’ market. Ask where your beef comes from. Learn from small farmers who raise animals with care and integrity—and don’t be afraid to try new cuts or cooking methods.

If you have the freezer space, consider buying a quarter beef directly from a local farmer. It’s roughly 200 pounds of meat—everything from premium steaks and roasts to ground beef and lesser cuts. Buying this way often saves money per pound, puts more of your dollars directly into the farmer’s pocket, and helps keep local processors and butchers in business.

This is what a quarter beef looks like, directly from the butcher.

Supporting local producers and cooking with intention helps preserve the values that built rural communities: thrift, respect, and connection to the land. When you approach food with awareness, every meal becomes an act of gratitude.

If you try a new cut or buy in bulk from a local farm, share your experience in the comments. I’d love to hear how you’re honoring the hands and hearts behind your food.

A Final Thought
The next time you pick up a steak—or a simple pack of stew meat—remember the weather, markets, and families who make it possible. Every mindful purchase helps sustain not just a food system, but a tradition of stewardship that keeps families—and their farms—going strong.

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Real Happiness Isn’t Perfect—It’s Present

When are you most happy?

When I stop and think about it, I realize happiness isn’t a single moment or destination. It’s a rhythm that threads quietly through daily life. I’m genuinely happy right now, and to be honest, that still scares me a little. After enough seasons of joy and hardship, I’ve learned happiness is fragile—and I hold it more gently now. Things aren’t perfect, but I’ve grown steadier, more willing to face the bumps with grace.

I’m happiest when life feels balanced—when I can handle its joys and challenges without losing my footing. Moving my body helps clear the fog; it’s how I reset my mind as much as my muscles. Eating food we’ve grown or cooked slowly pulls me back to the present—the smell of herbs, the warmth of a skillet, the satisfaction of work made real. And sleep, when I finally give myself enough of it, has a way of making everything else fall into place.

Family time fills me in a way nothing else can. The laughter around the dinner table, a quiet morning coffee before the kids wake, even teamwork in the garden with dirt under our nails—all of it reminds me why this slower, more intentional life matters.

And then there’s friendship—the kind that weaves into daily life like a second family. Friends I can call when I need help, and who know I’ll show up for them too. The ones I meet for coffee to swap stories and laughter while the kids race through the yard. Those moments—ordinary and real—anchor me in community, reminding me we’re not meant to do life alone.

Finally, happiness shows up when I allow myself to feel everything. To laugh without restraint. To cry when I need to. To be seen in all my humanness and still be loved. It’s not about perfection—it’s about presence.

So, when am I happiest? When life feels honest and steady—rooted in family, nurtured by friendship, and grounded in the quiet rhythm of being human.

Now it’s your turn—when do you feel most at peace or happiest? Is it in your family routine, shared laughter, or that first quiet sip of morning coffee? Share your thoughts in the comments below. I love hearing your stories and reflections.

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Saying Yes to the Snow: Finding Joy in the Smallest Moments

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

Sometimes, the most joyful memories begin when we ignore the chores, forget the schedule, and step out into the cold.

The last thing I did just for fun wasn’t planned. It was an impromptu sledding adventure with my kids on a snowy winter evening. Like most good memories, it started with a simple promise and turned into something special.

A Quick Dinner and a Promise
It had been a long week—the kind that leaves you running on fumes. When my son came home from kindergarten, he spotted the fresh snow and asked if we could go sledding. My first instinct was to say no. Dinner still needed to be made, and I was ready to call it a day.

But as our family tries to live more mindfully—even in the busy seasons—I’ve been learning to say “yes” more often. Yes to small adventures. Yes to fresh air. Yes to being present. So I told him, “If you help me make dinner, we can go before everyone gets here to eat.”

Together, we made turkey dumpling soup and baked fresh bread—the kitchen filling with the comforting smell of broth and yeast. Once the soup was simmering, we bundled up, trading aprons for snow gear.

Down the Hill and Into the Moment
The sledding hill sits just a short walk from the kitchen, close enough that we could still see the glow of our house through the falling snow.

The first run down the hill was pure exhilaration. I felt the rush of cold air, the sting on my cheeks, my son’s laughter slicing through the still evening. My two‑year‑old daughter squealed with delight, bundled in her tiny sled like a giggling snowball. We climbed back up again and again, cheeks pink and hearts light.

When the last light faded to blue, we headed toward the house, dragging our sleds behind us through the powder.

Soup, Bread, and Hot Chocolate
Warmth enveloped us the moment we stepped inside. We peeled off wet snow pants and gloves, served up steaming bowls of turkey dumpling soup, and tore into the crusty bread we’d baked earlier. The rest of the family arrived just as we sat down. Laughter filled the kitchen, echoing softly against the windows as snow continued to fall outside.

And because no winter evening feels complete without it, we ended with mugs of hot chocolate—extra marshmallows, of course—watching the sledding hill glow faintly under the porch light.

The Lesson Hidden in the Cold
That night reminded me how joy often hides in the in‑between. It’s in the quick decision to say yes, the laughter echoing through the dark, and the warmth waiting when you come back inside. Fun doesn’t have to be planned—it just needs a small invitation and a willing heart.

When was the last time you said yes to a simple moment of play? Please share your joy with everyone in the comments!

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My Top 5 Essential Grocery Staples for Homesteading and Scratch Cooking

List your top 5 grocery store items.

If you walked down a typical grocery store aisle with me, you might think I’m lost. While most American shoppers reach for convenience, I’m the one squinting at sacks of flour, jars of yeast, and tubs of coconut oil — the same staples my great-grandmother probably chose 75 years ago. I don’t shop for ready-made meals; I shop for possibility.

At home, those bulk ingredients become whatever we need — bread, tortillas, sauces, or even snacks. If I don’t know how to make something, I learn. A simple search and a quiet evening in the kitchen have taught me more than any cookbook could. This hands-on, old-fashioned approach has saved us thousands over the years, but more importantly, it’s built confidence, patience, and gratitude for every meal we share.

Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy Chinese takeout once in a while! I’ve learned to make my own dumpling and stir-fry recipes — they’re delicious when they turn out, and hilarious when they don’t. (One of my most epic flops was a lemon pepper chicken so salty it could’ve been used as a salt lick.) Mistakes keep me humble, and in a way, they’re the best ingredient for growth.

Bloody Mary with mostly homegrown ingredients

So with gratitude — and a dash of humility — here are my five most essential grocery items and how they shape my kitchen life on the homestead.

5. Coconut Oil

Coconut oil is my go-to multipurpose fat. It melts like butter and works wonders in place of lard or shortening. I use it to pop popcorn, bake desserts, and even blend it into homemade flour tortillas.

Its aroma — faintly sweet and buttery — adds a subtle depth you can’t quite place but always appreciate.

Tip: For tender baked goods, replace half the butter or shortening in your recipe with coconut oil, then reduce liquid slightly. It gives just enough chew without the greasy feel.

4. Active Dry Yeast

Yeast is the quiet hero of my kitchen — small, simple, and full of potential. Watching dough rise never loses its magic, especially when the kitchen smells of warm, sweet yeast and anticipation.

It symbolizes self-reliance: turning flour, water, and salt into something living, breathing, and nourishing.

Tip: Always proof yeast with a pinch of sugar in warm water (around 110°F). If it bubbles within 10 minutes, your dough is ready to rise.

3. Chicken and Beef Bouillon Powder

I lean on bouillon powders for soups, gravies, and especially rice. Cooking rice in chicken or beef stock instead of water transforms it from plain to crave-worthy.

I also mix beef bouillon into my homemade onion soup powder — it adds warmth and richness that store mixes can’t match.

Tip: Swap half the water for stock when cooking noodles, grains, or vegetables. It’s the fastest way to round out flavor without extra sauces or salt.

2. Plain White Sugar

Plain old white sugar earns a spot near the top because it does so much more than sweeten desserts. It wakes up yeast, balances tomato acidity, and — lately — fuels our lemonade habit.

My sister keeps me well-supplied with lemons, so I make fresh lemonade weekly. When the kids come in sun-dusted and thirsty, that chilled pitcher waiting in the fridge makes them light up.

Tip: Add a teaspoon of sugar to tomato sauces or soups to tame acidity without losing depth of flavor.

1. Flour

If coconut oil is the heart of my pantry, flour is its backbone. I buy high-gluten flour for breadmaking, but I’m excited to experiment more with ancient grains soon.

The feel of dough under my hands, the smell of a fresh loaf cooling on the counter, and the crackle as it’s sliced — it’s the rhythm that grounds my kitchen.

Flour builds loaves, tortillas, focaccia, and even desserts. It’s humble, forgiving, and powerful — no one in my house has ever once complained about home-baked anything.

We rarely buy vegetables from the store, relying instead on what we’ve grown and preserved — jars of tomatoes, beans, and pickles lining the pantry. They remind me that what we grow in summer sustains us long after the frost sets in.

Our winter meals center around potatoes, onions, and frozen vegetables like broccoli and bell peppers. We’ve experimented with extending our garden season using a small greenhouse and straw. There’s something deeply satisfying about pulling greens or a carrot from a garden while snow still glitters outside.

As for meat, we’re still building toward full independence. We raise our own pork, purchase beef from my sister’s grass-fed herd, and still buy chicken from the store — for now. One day soon, meat birds will join the homestead lineup, and the circle will feel more complete.

Each grocery item on this list earns its place not for novelty but for versatility. They remind me that eating well doesn’t require endless ingredients — just a few solid building blocks and the creativity to make them shine.

This slower, more deliberate approach to cooking has taught me creativity, patience, and gratitude — lessons that spill over into every other area of life.

Homesteading has shown me that ingredients matter less than the care and love you pour into them. Every loaf, jar, and meal built from raw goods feels like an act of heritage — and hope — in a world that moves too fast.

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From Reluctance to Rooting: Embracing Pig Life

I Did Not Know I Wanted Pigs Until I Did

Rediscovering Farm Life

I never thought I’d want pigs. Growing up, livestock meant early mornings, muddy boots, and my father’s sharp commands echoing across the yard. He loved the farm with a devotion that felt, to me, like sacrifice. I only saw the fatigue in his hands, the weight of a life tethered to chores and schedules. For years, I promised myself I’d choose something freer. But time softens old vows, and one day, I caught myself yearning for the sound of animals again—for that quiet rhythm of care I once tried to escape.

Small Steps, Big Changes

Chickens were my first step back toward the life I’d once resisted. Their soft chatter filled the mornings, and I began to understand what my father must have loved about those small rituals—the satisfaction of watching creatures thrive under steady hands. Ducks followed, then turkeys. Each brought their own humor and grace, their own quiet claim on the land.

Pigs: From Doubt to Delight

When the talk turned to pigs, I hesitated. They seemed unruly, too clever by half, but my husband was convinced they were the right next step. He was the practical one, the builder of fences and keeper of plans. Soon our evenings were spent buried in research—fencing, feed ratios, breeds that wouldn’t burn under the outside summer sun. He built the pen from scraps of old farm machinery, a sturdy patchwork of wire and wood we took to calling the “pig fortress.” By the time it was done, I found myself watching the empty space with anticipation instead of doubt.

The pigs arrived on a soft morning that smelled of rain. Two red bodies, nervous and alert, shifting inside the crate. We named them Spotty and Splotchy. At first, they clung to their corner and eyed us like strangers. My husband lured them out with bits of cheese, and slowly they explored their new home, snuffling at the dirt, discovering the joy of rooting and running.

Everyday Joys and Surprises

Evenings became our favorite time. We’d settle into lawn chairs beside the pen, beer bottles sweating in our hands, and watch the pigs play. They batted an old bowling ball across the mud, chased each other in circles, then collapsed in the shade with the satisfied sigh of creatures entirely content. I never expected to laugh so much at their antics, or to feel so calm watching them move through the routine of their small world.

Not every day was easy. When Spotty grew sick after gorging himself on a crate of whey crisps, I learned how quickly worry can undo you. We called everyone we knew, trying to understand what had gone wrong. He pulled through eventually, weaker but wiser, and I felt a new kind of gratitude—the kind that comes from realizing how fragile even the strongest things can be.

Rhythm of Real Life

By autumn, feeding, cleaning, and tending had become the rhythm of our days. The pigs greeted us with impatient grunts when we carried the buckets, and I found something familiar in the pattern of their need. The chores no longer felt heavy. They were the heartbeat of a life I had finally grown into.

Saying Goodbye When the pigs left, the pen seemed impossibly still. The deep hoofprints in the soil, the half-buried bowling ball, the empty trough—each mark a reminder of what we’d built together. We had given them good days, full of play and sun and food, and they had given us something harder to name. In their company, I found ease where I had once felt duty. I learned that the work that ties you down can also set you free.

Have you ever found joy in something you once resisted? Share your surprising stories in the comments—let’s celebrate the unexpected rewards of trying something new!

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Author: fzangl1

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