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My Mission: Growing Food, Raising Kids, and Building Community — A Path Back to Connection

Daily writing prompt

What is your mission?

“We’re stronger together.”
— A lesson from the land, the past, and the heart.

Some days, I find myself wondering why I share so much of my messy, joyful, back-to-the-land life. Then I remember—it’s not just a blog; it’s a declaration of purpose. I’m not just learning to grow food or raise livestock. I’m learning to build a life rooted in connection, resilience, and love—the kind of life that feels increasingly rare in our modern world.

Growing Food

My mission comes back to the words that guide everything I do: “Growing food, raising kids, building community.”

Growing food isn’t just about self-sufficiency; it’s about slowing down and remembering that life takes time. Whether it’s a full garden, a few backyard hens, or a pot of herbs on a sunny windowsill, each act connects us to the earth and to the generations who worked it before us.

You don’t need acres to begin—just a seed, a container, and a little sunlight.

Even one small step can be the beginning of a more grounded life. Each seed planted is a reminder that we can create abundance with our own hands.

Raising Kids

Just as tending the garden teaches patience, so does parenting. Homesteading is a classroom like no other—muddy, humbling, and full of wonder.

It teaches our children what no textbook can: that hard work matters, that life is cyclical, and that family is their safe harbor in a sometimes harsh world.

My hope is that my kids grow up knowing home isn’t merely a place—it’s a legacy we build with care and intention. Whether they keep chickens, plant tomatoes, or simply carry these values forward, I want them to understand where they come from and who they are.

Building Community

And then there’s community—the heartbeat of homesteading and, I believe, our survival as humans.

American society often tells us that strength comes from independence—that we should manage everything ourselves, and outsource what we can’t, because we’re too exhausted to do it all. But that version of “strength” leaves us burned out and disconnected.

True strength doesn’t grow in isolation—it blossoms in interdependence.

Sometimes that means swapping seeds or recipes; other times, it’s checking on a neighbor or being brave enough to ask for help. We were never meant to do this alone.

Lessons from the Past

When I think about how far we’ve drifted from those roots, I can’t help but look back with respect. Our great-grandparents understood community in ways we’ve forgotten.

Their lives weren’t easy—many faced relentless hardship. I once read about children in rural Wisconsin in the 1930s who walked miles to town barefoot, carrying their shoes so they wouldn’t wear them out. They’d put them on only once they reached town, because those shoes had to last—and often be passed down to the next child.

Those stories remind me that while the past wasn’t perfect, it carried wisdom worth keeping. People ate real food, raised resilient children, and looked out for their neighbors. They knew that survival wasn’t just about grit—it was about connection and care.

Planting Hope

In the end, that’s what I want my life—and this blog—to reflect. I want to inspire others to live intentionally, grow their own food, raise their families with love, and reconnect with the people around them.

Because when we nurture the soil, our children, and each other, we’re planting more than gardens—we’re planting hope. And in that hope, we rediscover a simple truth our ancestors never forgot:

We are always stronger together.

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Keeping Time With the Land: How Seasonal Living Can Help You Slow Down

What the seasons can teach us about slowing down, finding balance, and belonging
A version of this essay appears in the January 8, 2026 edition of the Dodge County Pionier.

Ask most people how they measure time today, and the answers sound familiar: alarms, deadlines, color‑coded calendars, the endless scroll of days on a glowing screen. Phone notifications cut across dinner, school schedules slice afternoons into drop‑offs and pickups, and the next bill due date is never far from mind.

Where I live, time follows a different rhythm—guided not by screens but by the soil itself.

My family keeps time by the signals nature gives: sap rising in March, turtles crossing the road in May, fireflies at dusk in June, corn drying into gold by October. A cold north wind can say “November” more clearly than any app. These cycles remind us that time isn’t a race toward exhaustion; it’s a loop—a pattern of effort, rest, and return.

In a world obsessed with productivity, the land offers a quiet lesson: slowing down isn’t falling behind. It’s catching up to what matters.

Winter: the radical act of rest

When the holidays end and snow hushes the fields, stillness takes hold. The world outside the window turns soft and muted, as if someone turned down the volume. Days stretch long. Nights invite reading, conversation, and quiet.

In modern life, that slowness often gets labeled “unproductive.” Inbox counters climb even as the sun sets before dinner. But in the rural calendar, winter is preparation—the season the earth itself uses to heal. Under the frozen top layer, roots are resting, waiting for their cue.

Inside, a different kind of work takes over: soup on the stove, a deck of cards on the table, a cat snoring near the heat register. There’s no badge for this kind of work, but the house feels fuller for it.

Winter offers permission to pause. Even without a farm or a woodstove, anyone can claim a bit of that wisdom: choose a few evenings when nothing is scheduled, let the phone stay in another room, and let the quiet do its work.

Spring: a rehearsal for renewal

Spring announces itself quietly at first—a drip of meltwater from the eaves, the smell of mud, the first bird that sings before sunrise. One morning the snow looks tired; the next, you notice a thin green line where the lawn meets the sidewalk.

We tap trees and plant seeds, acts that serve no instant gratification. The sap runs clear and cold, one slow drop after another into plastic jugs. Seed trays sit under lights, all dirt and hope, for weeks before anything green appears. Yet when syrup warms pancakes or sprouts unfurl in a window box, you can taste reward drawn from patience.

Spring teaches urgency without panic. Ramps, asparagus, morels, and rhubarb arrive in a rush, then slip away as if they were never there. The season reminds us that beginnings are not one-time events but recurring invitations. The world doesn’t ask, “Did you start perfectly?” It asks, “Are you willing to start again?”

You don’t need a sugar bush or a greenhouse to feel this. A single pot of herbs on a balcony, or a commitment to walk the same city block once a week and notice what’s blooming, can turn spring into a ritual rather than a blur.

And after that first rush of green, the land hardly pauses—by July, it’s in full voice.

Summer: where work and joy meet

By midsummer, everything hums. In the afternoon heat, insects buzz like a low electric current in the fields. Lawnmowers start and stop up and down the street. Windows are open, and someone, somewhere, is grilling.

Gardens overflow. Tomatoes split if you don’t pick them in time. Zucchini multiplies on the counter and quietly appears on neighbors’ doorsteps. Kids shriek through sprinklers, leaving wet footprints on hot pavement. Even the air smells different: cut grass, sunscreen, diesel from a tractor on a distant road.

Like the growing season, our best days often mix effort with enjoyment. Summer’s lesson is simple: work and joy are not enemies. They often belong in the same hour. There is satisfaction in going to bed with dirt under your fingernails and the memory of a late sunset still bright in your mind.

The reward for effort can be as close as a ripe berry, a shared picnic in a city park, or a tired, happy body at the end of a long, light-filled day.

Autumn: gratitude and gathering

Autumn softens the light and sharpens the air. Mornings carry that first hint of frost, and you can see your breath if you step outside before the sun gets serious. Leaves turn from green to gold and red, then crunch underfoot in the driveway.

The season’s abundance—pumpkins on porches, apples piled in crates, shelves lined with jars and loaves—reminds us how much depends on cooperation: between people, earth, and time. No one person makes a harvest alone. There are seed savers, farm workers, truck drivers, grocers, and cooks all woven into the meal.

Gratitude, in this season, isn’t just a word reserved for a single holiday. It’s the habit of looking at an ordinary table—soup, bread, a piece of fruit—and seeing the many hands and seasons that brought it there.

Even in an apartment, autumn can become a practice of gathering: inviting friends over for a simple pot of chili, walking through a park under changing trees, or taking five extra minutes to watch the early dark settle in instead of rushing past it.

What circles can teach a linear world

When winter returns, it’s easy to see it as a setback: dark, cold, the end of something. But the more closely the seasons are watched, the clearer it becomes that time does not move in a straight line. It hums in a circle.

Each season brings another chance to begin again—not by doing more, but by noticing more. The calendar on the wall may march from one square to the next, but the world outside repeats its old, trustworthy patterns: thaw, bloom, heat, harvest, rest.

Wherever you live—city or countryside—you can keep time with the land in your own way. Let January be a little slower. Let spring mean at least one meal built around what is fresh where you are. Let summer include a night spent outdoors until it’s fully dark. Let autumn carry a moment of thanks, even if it’s just whispered over a sink full of dishes.

The land has never hurried. It always arrives where it should. Maybe we can too, if we’re willing to step out of the race now and then and walk in circles for a while instead.

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Homestead Longevity Habits: Growing Food, Raising Kids, Real Life

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Do you want to live to 100—or just live well until 98, still gathering eggs with grandkids?

I don’t know if I’ll get there, but my great-grandfather did, according to my Dad. He was lucid and mobile nearly to the end. In my mid-30s, I’m stacking practical habits on our homestead to increase those odds: growing food, raising kids, building community.

My Daily Longevity Playbook
Stress reduction starts by cuddling with my kids—reading to them works better than any app.

I aim for a half-hour outside daily, walking our land or talking to friends on the phone. Friendships faded for years after college, but now I’m rebuilding. I pursue projects with neighbors, a monthly book club I love (the reading! the conversations!), and a local women’s business group. These are the bonds that science says add years to your life.

Food comes mostly from our backyard or my hands. Kneading bread with kids’ sticky fingers. Simmering soups from last week’s harvest. My toddler daughter prefers kitchen chaos—stirring, measuring—over outdoor chores (though she squeals for eggs). These moments teach more than nutrition.

Movement stays simple. Fifteen minutes most mornings. Hauling feed sacks, chasing little legs—it builds bones that last.

We’re saving more than 15% now—no desks at 90. Self-reliance cuts costs. Growing our own feeds the plan.

Parenting builds the deepest roots. Our six-year-old folds laundry (grumbling). Toddler “helps” everywhere. These shared chores create memories stronger than birthday cards decades from now.

Marriage anchors everything. My husband and I have cultivated collaboration—shared goals, complementary strengths. He lifts heavy, builds systems. I tend garden rhythms, kid routines. This divides loads, multiplies joy, limits resentment. Longevity for two definitely beats going it alone.

Sleep: The Hardest Reset
Pre-kids, unbroken sleep was default. Now? Night wakings, early risers, worry-spinning mind. Relearning happens slowly: early dinners, screen-free evenings, herbal tea. One solid night compounds.

What 98 Years Taught Me
My dad remembers Great-Grandpa’s callused hands still driving around at 95, pipe smoke clinging to his flannel. No protocols—just simple food, steady movement, people who mattered. That’s my blueprint.

I see myself at 90 on our porch: grandkids gathering eggs, husband rocking nearby, son and daughter helping us, friends sharing harvest soup. That picture fuels every dirt-caked morning.

The Homestead Longevity Formula
Growing food, raising kids, building community—these practices stack together, increasing the odds of a long life according to science. Whole foods fight inflammation, movement builds resilience, relationships protect telomeres. I don’t know if I’ll reach 98, but I’m doing what I can to tilt the scales. Truth hits hardest when flour dusts my daughter’s nose or my husband and I split evening chores by instinct.

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What Could I Do Differently? Homesteading, Kids Chores, and Friend Connections

What could you do differently?

I catch myself asking this while scrubbing potatoes at the sink, weeding garden rows, or picking up blocks for the tenth time.

On our homestead, the work never stops. But lately, I’ve seen a few clear ways to shift — not for perfection, but for more peace, presence, and real connection with the people who matter most.

Slow My Yes. Guard My Rest.
Here’s one big change: I’d say yes more slowly. And treat rest like a non-negotiable chore.

Extra commitments sneak in easily — kid activities, one more property project, favors for friends. They’re good things. Until they blur our days into exhaustion.

Rest isn’t optional. It’s fuel.

What that looks like for us:
– One protected family evening weekly. No plans. No screens.
– A slower morning after big days, even if dishes wait.
– Sometimes my best “yes” is actually no — leaving margin for what refills us.

Pull the Kids Closer (Mess and All)
When I’m tired, my instinct is “just do it myself.” That’s changing.

We’ve asked our six-year-old to help clean and put clothes away. He sighs. Drags his feet through the laundry pile. Grumbles. But he does it. And when he does, my load lightens. We talk about his day while he folds socks and I straighten up the living room. We laugh when a shirt lands inside-out.

Kids helping isn’t efficient. It’s essential.

Those small chores build something bigger: his sense of belonging, our family rhythm, moments to actually connect instead of just managing the house around him.

Make Space for Neighbors
Right now, we’re looking for more neighbor friends — the kind who stop by with garden produce or help with a project. Lately, I’ve been carving out time for one friend, helping her keep up with a winter garden. We talk animals, plot cold frames, and hope for a game night soon under blankets with hot cocoa.

That’s the kind of margin I want more of. Not just for projects, but people. The garden beds matter. But so do late talks about goats versus chickens, shared labor on a neighbor’s shed, or laughter over cards with new friends nearby.

Real community doesn’t form on a schedule. It grows.

What I could do differently: protect one flexible afternoon weekly for whoever shows up — the neighbor with a question about crop rotation, or someone new walking up the drive. Our homestead thrives when the people around it do, too.

The Change That Stays
These shifts aren’t a checklist to conquer. They’re small turns toward what matters:

– Saying yes slower.
– Resting on purpose.
– Inviting kids into real chores like cleaning and clothes.
– Making room for neighbors, not just garden rows.

The weeds won’t stop growing. The laundry won’t vanish. But with these changes, our home could become what I picture most:

A place where garden beds,
kids folding tiny clothes,
and neighbors’ boots on the porch
all thrive side by side.

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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.

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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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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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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 Field to Skillet: How I Learned to Make Venison Tender and Delicious

Venison gets an unfair reputation — people call it tough, gamey, or finicky. But after more than six years of learning, tinkering, and a few overcooked inedible mistakes, I’ve found the secret to turning this beautiful wild game into something melt-in-your-mouth tender. It’s not magic — just good technique, a mindful marinade, and a skillet hot enough to make Hank Shaw proud.

1. Start with quality
Good venison starts long before it hits the pan. Pick a clean, lean cut — the kind that shows care in field dressing and storage. If you’ve stocked your freezer after a hunt (or a gift from a friend), make sure it’s well-wrapped and free from freezer burn. The better your meat, the better your final dish.

2. Slice it right
Here’s the part most people overlook: how you cut the meat changes everything. Slice thin (less than 1/8 inch [3 mm]), against the grain, and while it’s still half-frozen. That half-frozen state gives you control. If it’s too frozen, you’ll be sawing through it. If it’s too thawed, you’ll end up mashing it. I probably learned this trick while watching America’s Test Kitchen one winter, and it’s been my quiet edge ever since.

3. Marinade that magic
This is where you build the flavor. Mix fish sauce, soy sauce, sesame oil, and a splash of dry wine. Then let it rest overnight in the refrigerator. The marinade seeps into the thin slices, giving your stir fry that rich, layered flavor that tastes like it came from a seasoned wok.

Here’s my marinade recipe. Feel free to use or modify it as needed! This marinade works well with any protein, and even tofu if you prefer vegetarian dishes!

3/8 cup (90 mL) oyster sauce
1/4 cup (60 mL) soy sauce
1.5 T (22.5 mL) sesame oil
1.5 T (22.5 mL) Shaoxing wine (I substitute in a dry white wine when I don’t have this on hand)

4. Hot skillet, quick cook
Here’s a move straight out of Hank Shaw’s (the Hunter Angler Gardener Cook) playbook. Get your skillet rip-roaring hot. Cover the bottom with about one-eighth inch (or 3 mm) of high-heat oil, and work in small batches. Lay the meat out in a single layer — no overcrowding.

Each side needs just a quick sear. When it’s this thin, the edges brown beautifully, and the center stays tender. This is where patience pays off — resist the urge to stir too early. This technique is called velveting, and will elevate your stir fry from merely good, to great.

5. Bring it all together
Once the venison’s seared, set it aside and toss your vegetables in that same pan. The oil and browned bits from the meat give your veggies an instant flavor boost. Toss in a high water vegetable such as frozen bell pepper to deglaze the pan. Combine everything, toss until the sauce clings, and serve it steaming over a bed of rice.

6. The reward
This dish represents six years of cooking smarter — not just harder. It’s the payoff from learning where texture meets timing and how to balance heat and patience. Add in homegrown vegetables from the garden, and you’ve got a true farm-to-table moment.

Venison doesn’t have to be tough. With the right prep, it’s tender, juicy, and just a little bit wild — in the best way.

And if you want to read the full story of this stir fry, read this post.

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How a Simple Venison Stir Fry Taught Our Family the Heart of Homesteading

There’s something special about meals that tell a story. The kind of food that’s more than a recipe — but part of life. For us, that story came together in one simple dish: a homemade venison stir fry. It started months ago in the garden, wound through a winter greenhouse, and ended at a table surrounded by six hungry, happy faces. This wasn’t only food, but it a reminder of why we homestead in the first place.

A Stir Fry That Tells a Story

We had venison stir fry for dinner recently, a meal that smells like effort and tastes like reward. Stir fry always means chopping, sizzling, and a little chaos in the kitchen, but every bite feels like celebration. The dish is never quite the same for us. It shifts with the seasons and whatever our garden and freezer produce. That’s part of its beauty — it’s a living reflection of our homestead.

From Seed to Skillet

The story of this particular stir fry starts late last winter when we started onion and pepper seeds inside. We watched them grow, and my son delighted in trimming the onion shoots to give more life to the roots. Come spring, we pressed carrot seeds into the earth and transplanted our onions and bell peppers. By summer, our days smelled sweet and green. My kids loved pulling up carrots, brushing off dirt, and biting in right there in the garden. Their juice was sweeter than candy. The onions swelled to the size of softballs. When their stalks dried, we cured them in the basement. Then we set them inside old fruit crates beside jars of last year’s preserves. Peppers overflowed in waves of green, so I bagged and froze them for colder days.

Onions as they first sprouted from the ground.

Homesteading tip: Frozen bell peppers don’t need blanching. To preserve, just slice, seed, and freeze them raw for perfect stir fry texture later. Onions can be cured and placed in a cool dark place to keep over winter.

By November, we tucked our last carrots under straw, the soil still holding its warmth like a secret.

Winter’s Sweetest Harvest

In December, I scraped away snow and straw with my bare hands to dig some carrots. (A mistake I won’t repeat — frostbite nearly earned an invitation to dinner.) My son peeled them eagerly, and when we tasted the first one raw, its sweetness floored us. Cold turns carrots into sugar. They’re winter candy disguised as vegetables.

Homesteading note: A thick straw mulch keeps carrots from freezing and lets you harvest them into early winter.

Greenhouse Gold

The bok choy came from a new experiment. I helped my experienced friend start a winter garden. I still remember stepping into her small greenhouse surrounded by snow. The chill outside vanished into crisp air that smelled of soil and life. Beneath soft covers, green leaves glowed faintly in the filtered light. Harvesting bok choy in December felt like a small miracle.

Winter gardening tip: A simple plastic-covered hoop house and landscape fabric over each row can extend your growing season by months. The flavor difference in fresh winter greens is unbelievable.

Family in the Kitchen

Cooking became a family affair. My daughter stood at my side, eyes watering over the cutting board, proudly dropping onion slices into the container as I sliced them. My six-year-old son learned how to make rice that night — a big responsibility. We’d bought the rice from our local scratch-and-dent store for much less than retail. It wasn’t something we grew ourselves, but it was another way to live intentionally, supporting local businesses and stretching our budget.

He measured the rice, water, and bouillon with quiet focus, stirring carefully to break up every clump. Watching his concentration, I realized that learning to cook simple staples might be one of the best skills a homesteader’s child can develop.

Parenting philosophy: Give your children small but meaningful jobs in the kitchen as you cook. It takes the burden from you to endlessly entertain them, and they learn real life skills.

Wild Meat, Real Gratitude

The venison came from the road. This deer was recently hit by a car, and my husband found it on his way to town one chilly fall day. He hauled it home, and that night he and his dad processed every usable piece. We made jerky from some and froze the rest for meals like this. There’s a quiet satisfaction in knowing exactly where your food came from, in salvaging instead of wasting.

Homesteading philosophy: Nothing should go to waste. This includes an animal, harvest, and opportunity to teach your children how to create value from what’s available.

From Skillet to Supper Table

When it was time to cook, I sliced the venison thin while half-frozen and marinated it overnight. The next day, the meat hit the hot skillet — hissing, sizzling — browning into tender, caramelized pieces. My kids stole bites faster than I could cook them.

Cooking tip: Slice meat against the grain while it’s half-frozen for cleaner cuts and more tender results. This small trick makes all the difference with lean game meat like venison.

The vegetables followed: frozen peppers releasing water that deglazed the pan. The onions soaked up the sauce until they were golden brown. The carrots softened just a bit. The bok choy folded gently into the mix. The whole kitchen filled with the earthy perfume of garlic, soy, and family.

Six Around the Table

By dinner, the six of us — our little family and my husband’s parents — gathered around a steaming pot of rice and a glossy pot of stir fry. It wasn’t just delicious; it was ours — every part grown, harvested, found, or crafted by hand. That’s the heart of homesteading for me. It’s not simply saving money or knowing what’s in your food. It’s seeing how the garden dirt beneath your nails, a salvaged deer, and a child’s curiosity can all end up in the same bowl. It’s nourishment that carries the story of your family’s seasons.

Homestead Notes

Preserve what you grow: Freeze peppers raw and store onions in breathable boxes.
Extend your harvest: Straw-mulched carrots and cold-frame greens can provide fresh food even in winter.
Use what you have: Venison, garden vegetables, and discounted pantry staples can turn a simple meal into a story.
Teach through involvement: Kids remember the meals they helped make far more than the food they simply ate.

If our venison stir fry story stirred something in you — a memory, a craving, or just a bit of inspiration to slow down and cook what you grow — we’d love for you to join our little homestead circle.

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