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My Top 5 Essential Grocery Staples for Homesteading and Scratch Cooking

List your top 5 grocery store items.

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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 (affiliate link) 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 (affiliate link) 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 chicken (affiliate link) and beef (affiliate link) 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 (affiliate link), 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

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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 use this knife (affiliate link) this honing steel (affiliate link) to sharpen the blade. 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 (affiliate link) 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 (affiliate link). I prepare it using a pressure cooker (affiliate link) to get the perfect texture every time.

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

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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 with this knife (affiliate link). 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 in the pressure cooker (affiliate link). 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 (affiliate link)— 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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More Than a Meal: Raising Our Own Thanksgiving Turkeys

Gobbles and the Unmowed Lawn

Gobbles, our forty‑pound turkey, once refused to move for the lawnmower. My husband drove closer, then closer still, waiting for the bird to do the sensible thing. Gobbles didn’t budge, and that’s how we ended up with a turkey‑shaped patch of unmowed lawn—a small, stubborn monument to the wild experiment we’d started in our backyard.

A New Chapter in Backyard Farming

Chickens had already shown me that birds can be both hilarious and mean. Ducks had proven that cuteness and filth can happily coexist. A few years ago, after reading about a woman who raised her own Thanksgiving turkeys, I realized I wanted to go further. When our local hatchery couldn’t source ducklings one spring, it was a minor inconvenience. This became the excuse to bring home three turkey poults instead.

From Basement Brooder to Outdoor Coop

This time, my husband handled pickup duty. He arrived with a box of peeping chicks and poults. Their arrival turned the whole house electric with anticipation. The brooder—a repurposed water tank in our basement—waited with a heat lamp, water, feed, and a lid to contain the chaos. At first, the turkeys were only slightly larger than the chicks, all of them fluffy and awkward. Within days, though, the turkeys started to pull away. They doubled in size, then doubled again. It seemed their entire job was to eat, drink, and poop as efficiently as possible.

We lost one poult early on for reasons we never understood, and the sudden shift from three to two landed harder than I expected. It was a quiet, early lesson in how fragile life on a small farm can be. Of the survivors, one always had his feathers sticking out at odd angles, so we named him Gobbles, a little wink to anyone who’d seen South Park. The smaller bird became Jennie, after the frozen turkey brand that had defined “Thanksgiving” for us before we raised our own.

By early May, the brooder was bursting, and everyone was ready for fresh air. We tried separating the turkeys from the chickens that first night outside, but the noise they made made it clear we were fighting a losing battle. After one loud, sleepless experiment, we moved everyone into our mobile chicken coop and let them sort it out. During the day, they roamed the yard as a mismatched flock, and each evening they filed back into the coop like feathered commuters, jostling for their preferred spots.

Personality Plus: Turkeys vs. Chickens

Living with both species at once made their differences obvious. The chickens were efficient, slightly tyrannical little dinosaurs. The turkeys seemed to have missed out on common sense entirely. On Memorial Day weekend, a big storm rolled in; the chickens headed straight for shelter, while the turkeys stood in the downpour, soaked and squawking as if the rain were a personal insult.

My husband and I slogged around in the storm, alternating between laughing and swearing as we scooped them up and shoved them under cover. We were half convinced they might drown standing there or draw an eagle with all that frantic noise. By summer, their physical transformation matched their larger‑than‑life behavior. If the chickens were little dinosaurs, the turkeys were the T‑rex cousins. After about four months, Gobbles weighed around forty pounds and Jennie about twenty‑five, and both strutted like they owned the place.

Rising Stakes: Growth and Pecking Order

Gobbles clearly saw himself at the top of the pecking order, inserting his bulk into whatever drama unfolded among the hens. Jennie, despite her smaller size, regularly put the roosters in their place and even bloodied one during a particularly heated round of dominance negotiations. The same birds that made us laugh with their antics were always moving toward the date we’d circled on the calendar. Around the five‑month mark, butcher day arrived—never something we looked forward to, but the reason we’d brought them home.

Butcher Day: The Hardest Part of the Journey

My husband handled the hardest part. Once it was done, I thanked the turkeys out loud before joining the work of plucking, stepping away now and then to check on the kids. Our five‑year‑old surprised me by wanting to help, his small fingers well suited to grabbing stubborn feathers, and I felt a brief tug between pride and discomfort as I let him join in. My husband’s father arrived and the day settled into a rhythm: music playing, adults talking, drinks in hand, hands busy. The work was still heavy, but it felt shared, almost like a ritual we were inventing as we went.

By the end, we had one dressed turkey at about thirty pounds and another around twenty, lined up for the freezer like oversized, deeply personal trophies of our effort.

Preparing the Turkey for the Table

I hauled Gobbles from the freezer about a week before Thanksgiving. I set him to defrost in our unheated upstairs. He loomed silently every time I walked past. Each glance reminded me of the fluffy, clumsy poult he had been. It also brought back the long, messy chain of chores that had brought him there.

Two days before Thanksgiving, I mixed a simple brine with salt, sugar, Worcestershire, garlic, and pepper. I discovered that the only vessel big enough was our turkey fryer, minus the basket. It was a ridiculous fit, but it worked. On Thanksgiving morning, we got up early, drained the brine, patted Gobbles dry, rubbed him with salt and oil, and wedged him into a large Nesco roaster so tightly we had to shove his legs down to close the lid. Then we poured in four cans of Miller Lite and turned our attention to the rest of the meal.

Waiting for that turkey to cook felt tense and nerve-wracking. It was like waiting for an exam grade posted in front of the entire extended family. Fifteen people, one bird, no backup plan if it turned out dry or oversalted. As the scent of beer, garlic, and roasting fat filled the house, my anxiety loosened its grip. It shifted into something closer to anticipation. Even if it wasn’t perfect, it was already unforgettable.

Thanksgiving Dinner: More Than Just a Meal

When we finally gathered around the table, Gobbles was as much story as food. As everyone carved off pieces, we traded memories of his lawnmower standoff. We recalled his attempts at intimidation. We laughed at the way he used to lumber after the flock like a confused bodyguard. Conversation took on the tone of a slightly irreverent eulogy as we honored his life in the most direct way possible. We ate the bird who had once stood his ground against a mower and won. It was the best turkey I’d ever tasted, not because it was flawless, but because we knew every step that had led to that plate.

Lessons Learned and Lasting Memories

Looking back, those turkeys demanded patience when they outgrew every space we gave them. They taught us humility when plans went sideways. We needed a sense of humor. We found ourselves sprinting through rainstorms to rescue birds that were too bewildered to seek shelter. They pulled Thanksgiving out of the grocery store freezer and dropped it squarely into our own backyard. I don’t know if I’ll raise turkeys again. Every November, when I see a frozen Jennie in the supermarket, I remember Gobbles and Jennie. I think about the stubborn patch of lawn out back. I recall the season when our holiday centerpiece had a personality—and a history—all his own.

If you’ve raised turkeys or other backyard poultry, share your stories, challenges, or favorite moments in the comments below! What surprises did your birds bring? What tips would you pass on to someone thinking about raising their own turkeys?

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November 27, 2025

How to Make Homemade Venison Jerky: Smoked vs Dehydrated

Looking for a way to turn fresh venison into something truly delicious and shelf-stable? You’re in the right place! In this post, we’re walking through how we took a deer we recently processed and transformed it into mouthwatering homemade venison jerky—a high-protein, low-fat snack that’s perfect for hunters, hikers, and anyone who loves wholesome, from-scratch food.
If you’ve ever wondered what goes into making jerky from scratch or whether smoking or dehydrating tastes better, read on—because we tested both methods side by side and have the results for you!

Processing the Venison
After harvesting the deer, my husband handled the messy part—removing the hide and quartering the meat. While I didn’t snap photos of this step, it’s essential for breaking the animal down into workable portions. Once the meat was ready, we began deboning—a labor-intensive process!

But here’s the payoff: processing your own game ensures quality and freshness with the satisfaction of providing your own food. Plus, venison is leaner and lower in fat than beef, while being packed with protein, iron, and essential nutrients. It’s an excellent, heart-healthy meat to keep in rotation alongside veggies, fruits, and other proteins.

Grinding and Seasoning the Meat
Once the bones were removed, we ground the tougher cuts and trimmings using our trusty meat grinder. (Ours has been a solid investment—it’s strong, doesn’t clog easily, and is simple to clean. If you’d like a product recommendation, drop a comment below!)

For seasoning, we used a Fleet Farm Original Flavor jerky seasoning mix, which offers a balanced blend of savory and slight sweetness—perfect for venison’s natural richness. We mixed the seasoning thoroughly, ensuring every bite would be flavorful, then refrigerated the seasoned meat overnight to let all those seasonings work their magic.

Shaping and Drying the Jerky
The next day, we got creative with our setup. Instead of a dedicated jerky gun, we improvised with our meat grinder using a sausage tube narrowed down with a vice grip. Sometimes, homesteading means working with what you have, and this hack worked beautifully!

After shaping the jerky strips, we placed them on racks and divided our batch in two for a taste test: smoked vs dehydrated.

• Smoker: Applewood chips, 160°F, for 6 hours
• Dehydrator: 160°F, for 12 hours

The Verdict: Smoked vs. Dehydrated Venison Jerky
Both batches turned out delicious, but slightly on the dry side—a note for next time!

The applewood smoked jerky, however, stole the show. The smoky aroma, subtle sweetness, and depth of flavor make it hard to beat. If you’re on the fence about getting out the smoker, trust me—it’s worth it.

Smoked or dehydrated, homemade venison jerky tastes incredible, packs well for adventures, and gives you that satisfying “I made this!” pride every time you open a bag.

Final Thoughts and Tips
Making homemade venison jerky takes time, but it’s incredibly rewarding. You know exactly what’s going into your food, it’s healthier than store-bought, and it captures the true flavor of the hunt.

If you’re new to jerky-making, I recommend experimenting with both smoking and dehydrating to see which method suits your taste best. Adjust drying time slightly to achieve your ideal texture.

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October 23, 2025

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