Practical Homesteading

Category: Food

  • 10 Unexpected Things I Love About Homesteading Life

    10 Unexpected Things I Love About Homesteading Life

    Before I started, I thought homesteading would mean endless chores and calloused hands. Instead, I’ve discovered these quiet joys that keep me hooked on this life.

    1. Dry toast mornings that actually work
    Recently, I started my 6-year-old son’s day by hugging him for two minutes (and telling him how great it was to see him) instead of rushing him. He ate his plain toast (despite us asking three times if he wanted butter or peanut butter—little monster), and we got to school early enough for playground time. Who knew starting slow could make us faster?

    2. Winter carrots tasting like candy
    Pulled bright orange carrots from frozen ground under snow and straw this past February. The deep cold turns their starches to sugars—they’re sweeter than anything from the store. I’m eating them in a pot roast dinner tonight. Proof that nature knows best.

    3. The taste of fresh mushrooms is incomparable
    I’ve successfully grown oyster mushrooms in a straw substrate, and they are delicious—so much tastier than the button mushrooms you get at the store (and those are good). I started shiitakes last year too, but they haven’t fruited yet (hoping they will this spring).

    4. Kids eating garden “weeds” they hate from stores
    My children turn up their noses at store kale but devour it fresh from our beds. They pull radishes straight from soil and munch like apples. Familiar dirt makes everything taste better.

    5. Fresh air fixing my mood instantly
    Ten minutes outside—picking beans, checking chickens, or just sitting—resets my whole nervous system. No therapy session beats weeding when anxiety creeps in. It’s free medicine growing right in my yard.

    6. Writing turning chaos into clarity
    Hospital stays, morning meltdowns, scar shame—scribbling it all down transforms tangle into meaning. What starts as venting becomes connection when I hit “publish.” This blog is my compost pile for hard emotions.

    7. Self-care mornings making me patient
    A quick workout and solid sleep before the kids wake up changes everything. Instead of snapping at heavy feelings, I can breathe through dysregulation and model it for my kids. The mom who shows up calm handles chaos ten times better.

    8. Crockpot smells everyone loves
    Even in my college dorm, that slow cooker made my floor smell like home. Now it draws my family to the kitchen hours before dinner’s ready. Simple food, big magic.

    9. Small wins building big confidence
    One perfect carrot harvest, one peaceful school drop-off, one good paragraph—they stack up. Each success whispers, “You can do hard things.” Homesteading proves I’m tougher than I think.

    10. Coming home to my roots wiser
    The girl who couldn’t wait to escape Dodge County returned at 33—not out of failure, but choice. I’ve circled back to gardening, animals, community with new eyes. Leaving helped me love it more.

    Practical Homesteading: growing food, raising kids, building community.

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  • How My Pizza Fail Built Homesteading Confidence

    How My Pizza Fail Built Homesteading Confidence

    Daily writing prompt
    How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
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    A cooking disaster in my freshman dorm set me up for homesteading success I never expected. One apparent failure became the foundation for kitchen confidence.

    Freshman Year Pizza Disaster

    My first “from-scratch” pizza took three times longer than delivery. The crust was a brick, sauce too acidic, toppings slid everywhere. My future husband politely choked it down. Mortifying.

    That flop taught me two things: failure stings less when shared, and every kitchen mistake teaches something concrete. I started measuring flour properly, tasting as I went. Zucchini bread followed (once ruined by tablespoons of salt instead of teaspoons—inedible).

    Homesteading Kitchen Payoff

    Fast forward to our rural homestead. Now I confidently make:

    • Pizza dough my kids beg for weekly
    • Sourdough from wild yeast I captured
    • Crockpot meals filling our home with irresistible smells
    • Garden sauces from our own tomatoes

    A couple of weeks ago, I pulled winter carrots (candy-sweet from the freeze) for pot roast. No one would guess this calm came from serving weaponized pizza.

    Failure’s Gift: Iteration Over Perfection

    Cooking disasters built my homesteading confidence through kitchen iteration:

    • Mushroom logs fruited after many soggy failures
    • Morning routines work after dozens of meltdowns
    • Patience grew through dysregulation disasters

    Apparent failure = practice reps for real skills. That freshman flop was my first composting lesson: even burnt crust feeds future growth.

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  • 3 Everyday Essentials This Working Mom Can’t Live Without

    3 Everyday Essentials This Working Mom Can’t Live Without

    Daily writing prompt
    What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
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    Honestly, the three objects I couldn’t live without are surprisingly ordinary: my cell phone, my wallet, and my keys. As a working mother in a rural area, they’re not glamorous. But they quietly hold my daily life together, from parenting to work to community.

    My Cell Phone: Brain in My Pocket

    My cell phone is how I stay organized and connected as a working mom. It holds my calendar, reminders, notes, and grocery lists—the invisible scaffolding keeping family life and work from falling apart. It’s how I juggle meetings from home, text my husband about pickup times, message teachers, and look up last-minute recipes when dinner planning slips my mind.

    Living rural, it’s also my lifeline. If the car breaks down, a kid gets sick, or something unexpected happens, that little rectangle becomes my map, flashlight, and emergency contact list all in one.

    My Wallet: Quiet Security for Daily Life

    My wallet isn’t exciting, but it represents security and flexibility for a busy mom. It holds my ID, bank card, maybe a little cash, insurance cards, and a few too many crumpled receipts—the boring but essential pieces of adulthood.

    I always keep my Kwik Rewards card tucked inside for that 15th visit reward. When someone suddenly needs snacks, school supplies, or a quick pharmacy run, my wallet means I can handle it without hesitation. It’s the difference between feeling stuck and responding smoothly to whatever the day throws at us.

    My Keys: Rural Freedom and Independence

    Because we live in a rural area, my keys are completely non-negotiable. They’re my way to get everywhere: school drop-offs, work meetings, grocery runs, appointments, visits with family and friends. No corner store walk or public transit here—if I don’t have my keys, I’m not going anywhere.

    They also symbolize independence as a working mother. Being able to load everyone in the car and just go—to town, the park, a friend’s house—makes rural life workable, even wonderful.

    Everyday Objects That Make Rural Parenting Possible

    There are plenty of sentimental objects I love, but these three form the quiet backbone of my days. Without them, the logistics of working motherhood, parenting, and building community in a rural area would get complicated fast.

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    What’s on your can’t-live-without list? Share in the comments!

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  • Perfect Pan-Fried Fish Recipe | Ice Fishing Family Time

    Ice Fishing Brothers and Perfect Pan-Fried Fish

    My husband’s been ice fishing more with his brother lately — and I love it.

    He gets fresh air, laughter, and some friendly competition. And him coming home refreshed with rosy cheeks and a bucket of perch or bluegills (he always brags about outfishing his brother, but I never know what’s true).

    Some of the perch we cook

    Here’s the recipe that makes it all worthwhile — simple homestead cooking at its best:

    Perfect Pan-Fried Fish Recipe (Serves 4)

    Prep time: 10 minutes | Cook time: 10 minutes | Total: 20 minutes

    Ingredients

    • 1–1½ lbs fish fillets (perch, walleye, tilapia, or catfish)
    • Dredge: ⅔ cup flour, ⅓ cup cornmeal, 2 tsp seasoned salt, ½ tsp pepper, ½ tsp garlic powder, ½ tsp onion powder
    • ¼–⅓ inch lard, tallow, or coconut oil (we use lard from our pigs)
    • Lemon wedges + tartar sauce for serving

    Instructions

    1. Prep fish: Cut into ⅛ inch (3mm) pieces. Drain but don’t pat dry.
    2. Mix dredge: Whisk dry ingredients. (My years of tweaking: more cornmeal = better crunch.)
    3. Heat skillet: Cast iron over medium-high until fat shimmers (350°F).
    4. Fry: Dredge fish, fry 3–4 min per side until golden.
    5. Finish: Drain on paper towels, salt while hot. Serve immediately.

    Pro Tips for Crispy Fish

    • Thickness: 3mm pieces cook evenly, never dry.
    • Cornmeal magic: Creates perfect crunch.
    • Hot oil: Sizzles immediately = crisp exterior.

    Serve with: Coleslaw + potatoes, homemade fries, or simple greens.

    Why This Works for Real Families

    Forgiving, fast, uses pantry staples. Whether ice fishing haul or store fillets, it delivers crispy, golden fish kids devour. Using our pig lard makes it true homestead cooking.

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  • Homemade Bread for Busy Moms: Easy Stand Mixer Loaf

    Homemade Bread for Busy Moms: Easy Stand Mixer Loaf

    Homemade Bread Recipe: Easy Stand Mixer Loaf for Busy Moms

    Nothing beats the smell, warmth, and flavor of freshly baked bread—the perfect side for any dinner. Baking bread at home doesn’t require fancy equipment, just a bowl, measuring spoons, a stand mixer (or strong arms), a loaf pan, and a few pantry staples: flour, yeast, water, salt, and sugar.

    Proofing Yeast (5-Minute Magic)

    I start by proofing the yeast: 1¼ cups of warm water go into my stand mixer bowl with 1 tablespoon of sugar, then I sprinkle in 1 tablespoon of active dry yeast. I gently stir with a fork and wait. After about five minutes, the surface foams with that sweet, earthy yeast smell—like bread meets beer. At that point, I know the yeast is alive and ready.

    Mixing the Easiest Bread Dough

    In a separate bowl, I whisk together 3½ cups of bread flour and 1 teaspoon of salt until evenly mixed, feeling that familiar powdery texture between my fingers. I pour the foamy yeast mixture into the dry ingredients and start mixing with the dough hook on my stand mixer.

    Soon, it comes together into a sticky shaggy dough—not pretty yet, but exactly where it should be.

    I cover the bowl and let the dough rest (autolyse) for about 20 minutes. This lets the flour hydrate and makes the dough much easier to work with. When I uncover it, the transformation begins—shaggy mess to elastic dough ball. It still amazes me every time.

    Kneading + First Rise (Therapy Time)

    The kneading process is fun to watch. At first, the dough resists, but as the mixer works (or your hands knead), it slowly becomes smooth and supple, yielding to pressure and then springing back. After about 8–10 minutes of kneading, it’s ready for the first rise.

    I leave the dough in the bowl, cover it, and let it rise for about an hour, until it has doubled in size.

    While I wait, I prep my loaf pan with a thin layer of lard and flour for a natural nonstick surface—no special sprays or chemical coatings needed.

    Shaping + Final Rise (Roasting Pan Hack)

    After the first rise, I gently deflate the dough and turn it out onto a lightly floured surface. To shape the loaf, I stretch the top surface to create tension, pinch the bottom seam together, and roll it into a tight cylinder until I’m happy with the shape.

    Then I place the shaped loaf into the prepared loaf pan. Here’s my busy mom hack: I set that loaf pan inside a medium-size roasting pan with a lid. I cover the roasting pan and let the dough rise again until it just crests above the edge of the loaf pan. This setup creates a Dutch-oven-style environment without needing to preheat a heavy Dutch oven.

    Baking Perfect Bread Crumb

    While the dough finishes its second rise, I preheat the oven to 425°F.

    When the oven is ready, I slide the covered roasting pan (with the loaf pan inside) into the oven. The lid traps steam and helps the bread rise beautifully. I bake it covered for 25 minutes, then carefully remove the lid and bake for another 10 minutes, until the top is deeply golden.

    The kitchen fills with that irresistible fresh bread aroma. Through the oven window, I watch the crust caramelize as the steam inside gives the loaf that gorgeous oven spring.

    Cutting Fresh Bread (Patience Test)

    This is the hardest part: waiting. I resist cutting the bread right away. The crust crackles softly as it cools, and I take that as my signal. Cutting too soon can squish the loaf and collapse the airy interior.

    Once it’s cooled just enough, I slice into the loaf with a bread knife. Steam rushes out, and I see a soft, well-aerated crumb—those lovely little holes all the way through. A pat of butter melts on contact. Crunchy crust meets soft, tender interior. Simple, homestead perfection.

    What’s your favorite way to eat fresh bread? As a dinner side, French toast, toast with jam?
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  • Why I’d Change Food Safety Laws: The Homestead Pork Processing Cost Crisis

    Why I’d Change Food Safety Laws: The Homestead Pork Processing Cost Crisis

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    If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
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    Why I Would Change Food Safety Laws for Homesteaders and Small Farms

    I would change food safety laws—not to make food less safe, but to make them more personal, local, and community-centered for homesteaders and small farms who want to sell direct to their neighbors.

    Current food safety regulations overwhelmingly favor industrial giants over small-scale farmers. They’re built around the assumption that all our food comes from nameless corporations and massive processing plants located hundreds of miles away, placing all trust and responsibility out there with distant regulators. The practical result? It’s dramatically easier for a huge company to manufacture and distribute shelf-stable, ultra-processed food across the entire nation than it is for the family down the road to legally sell you homegrown pork or a backyard chicken they raised themselves with care.

    The Homestead Processing Cost Barrier

    Here’s our homestead reality: My family raises our own pigs right here on our land, pouring love and quality feed into every animal. But when it comes time to process them, the USDA processing costs make our homestead pork 3x more expensive per pound than the stuff at the grocery store. Those mandatory, government-inspected facilities charge small-batch farmers like us up to 3x higher per pound because we can’t meet their high-volume minimums. Cross one state line or trigger one additional regulation, and suddenly small farms like ours simply can’t compete with factory-farmed bacon that’s been shipped cross-country. The current system prioritizes industrial food safety over practical direct-to-consumer meat options that build real relationships.

    Why Food Safety Regulations Exist

    I completely understand why these food safety regulations exist in the first place—I read The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. The book exposed absolutely horrifying conditions in early 20th-century meatpacking plants: rats running through meat, workers falling into rendering tanks, sawdust and chemicals covering everything. Those food safety laws that followed genuinely saved countless lives and cleaned up a dangerous industry. But in the century since, ordinary people have gradually offloaded personal food safety responsibility onto those same labels, USDA stamps, and distant inspectors. We’ve largely forgotten the common-sense skills our grandparents used to judge food quality ourselves—smell, sight, source.

    Modern Food Safety Failures

    Even with all these regulations, industrial food safety still fails spectacularly and regularly. Meat recalls, produce outbreaks, and contamination in shelf-stable items make headlines every single year—the CDC tracks 128,000 salmonella cases annually, with the vast majority tied to conventional industrial sources, not local farms. This proves knowing your food source matters more than ever, especially when “regulated” supply chains break down. Plus, fresher local food simply tastes better—don’t believe me? Crack open a factory-raised egg next to one from pasture-raised chickens allowed outside to eat grass and bugs. The deep orange yolk color, richer flavor, and firmer texture in the local egg will convince anyone on the spot.

    My Food Law Change for Small Farms

    If I could change one law, I’d create tiered food safety regulations: light-touch rules for small-scale direct sales (under 1,000 lbs/year, strictly on-farm or direct-to-consumer only) paired with mandatory honest labeling and full transparency, while keeping strict oversight for anything headed to commercial scale. This isn’t either/or—keep industrial options for convenience, unlock local for those ready. This would finally enable practical local meat processing, community butchering days where neighbors share skills and tools, and simple backyard chicken sales—without the slippery slope of scale creep into larger operations.

    Not reckless at all—consumer choice plus farm transparency (visit anytime, ask questions, see living conditions firsthand) beats blind trust in a logo every time. Custom-exempt processors already work extremely safely for personal use; we just need to thoughtfully extend that proven model.

    Reclaim Food Freedom and Community

    With smarter food safety laws, homesteaders could finally save real money by skipping expensive middlemen and mandatory big-facility processing. Families would reclaim food sovereignty through hands-on knowledge, kids would actually see where food comes from instead of just trusting packaging, and entire communities would grow stronger around this shared, meaningful work—swapping time-tested recipes, teaching traditional skills, and caring for the land in hands-on ways our great-grandparents took for granted.

    Safety comes from knowing your farmer personally, combined with those great-grandparents’ practical skills and smart, tiered rules. Better food regulations would deliver healthier eating, stronger communities, and the local food freedom we’ve quietly lost over generations.

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    Want to dive deeper? Read The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan—it brilliantly unpacks exactly these tensions in modern food systems.

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  • Easy Homemade Dumplings: A Kid‑Friendly Family Recipe with Garden Fresh Veggies

    Easy Homemade Dumplings: A Kid‑Friendly Family Recipe with Garden Fresh Veggies

    Earlier this week, I shared how Chinese‑inspired dumplings have become one of our family’s favorite dishes to make together.

    Today, I’m sharing the practical side—the ingredients, the process, and a few kid‑friendly tips that keep it fun instead of fussy.

    These dumplings aren’t about perfection or authenticity. They’re about slowing down, folding stories into dough, and turning a simple meal into a memory.

    The Dough

    Simple on purpose. This is a forgiving dough—perfect for little helpers.

    You’ll need:

    • 2⅓ cups all‑purpose flour
    • ¾ cup hot water

    How we do it:

    1. Mix flour and water until the dough looks shaggy.
    2. Let it rest 5 minutes so the flour can hydrate.
    3. Knead until tacky but not sticky—about 10 minutes—then cover and let rest for 30–60 minutes.

    Tip: Let kids feel the dough at each stage—it teaches patience and awareness in the kitchen.

    The Filling

    Flexible and flavorful. We rarely make the same mix twice!

    Base recipe:

    • ½ lb ground beef (or pork, turkey, or tofu—whatever’s handy)
    • ¼ cup chicken stock (adds moisture and creaminess to the mixture)
    • 1 Tbsp soy sauce
    • 1 Tbsp dry sherry or rice wine
    • 2 tsp powdered or 1 Tbsp fresh ginger
    • 1 tsp salt
    • ¼ tsp black pepper
    • About 2 cups finely chopped vegetables (onion, bok choy, cabbage, carrot, or mushrooms)

    Combine everything in a food processor or large bowl. Cover and refrigerate until ready to use.

    Shaping the Dumplings

    Divide the dough into thirds. Roll each third into a thin sheet—about ⅛ inch (3 mm) thick. Use a round cutter (or the top of a cup) to stamp circles.

    Add a spoonful of filling to the center of each, fold, and pinch to seal.

    We use a handheld crimper that seals on one side while cutting on the other—perfect for small hands.

    The folds may look rustic, but that’s part of their charm.

    Steaming

    Line a bamboo steamer with cabbage leaves or perforated parchment paper. Place dumplings about an inch apart so they don’t stick together.

    Set the steamer over a skillet or wok with about a quart (1 L) of boiling water. Steam 8–10 minutes, until the wrappers turn slightly translucent.

    Your kitchen will smell wonderfully savory—earthy, gingery, and faintly sweet.

    The Sauce

    Minimal effort, maximum flavor.

    Our usual combo:

    • 2 Tbsp soy sauce
    • 2 Tbsp black vinegar
    • 1 tsp sesame oil
    • A pinch of toasted sesame seeds

    Mix and serve in small bowls for dipping.

    Kid‑Friendly and Community‑Friendly Tips

    • Make it social. Invite a neighbor or friend to join the folding line; conversations rise like steam.
    • Keep it relaxed. Expect sticky fingers and imperfect folds—they’re evidence of fun, not failure.
    • Garden‑to‑table joy. Use homegrown bok choy or green onions if you can—they add freshness and pride.
    • Double the batch. Cooked leftovers freeze perfectly, and neighbors never say no to take‑home dumplings.

    Serving

    Serve the dumplings hot with dipping sauces and steamed vegetables on the side. We usually eat them family‑style, with the bamboo steamer set in the middle of the table while someone inevitably steals the last one.

    Enjoy with people who understand that food, like love, multiplies when it’s shared. Every fold and laugh at the table keeps us growing—food, kids, and community all together.

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  • What Making Dumplings with My Son Taught Me About Food, Family, and Connection

    What Making Dumplings with My Son Taught Me About Food, Family, and Connection

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s your favorite thing to cook?
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    When You Ask a Six‑Year‑Old for Help

    This prompt stumped me at first. I love cooking most things, especially when I get to share the meal with people I love. So I took the easy route and invited my six‑year‑old son into the kitchen to help me decide.

    His first instinct was “cookie bars,” which is adorable and perfectly on brand for him—but for me? That’s too easy a win. So we pivoted, and his second answer surprised me: my Chinese‑inspired dumplings—proof he’s been paying attention.

    A Learner in the Kitchen

    I call them “Chinese‑inspired” because I’m not Chinese, and I’ve never been to China. That disclaimer isn’t an apology—it’s a reminder that I’m always learning in the kitchen.

    These dumplings are the kind you steam rather than fry: thin flour wrappers cradling a savory mix of meat and vegetables. I fold them with a rhythm that often makes it look like my son did the work, which feels exactly right—dumplings should look handled, not manufactured. Every crimped edge reminds me that cooking is more about process than perfection.

    A College Detour in Mandarin

    My dumpling story began long before the dough hit the counter. In college, I took three semesters of Chinese on a whim—Spanish was full, and Chinese looked interesting.

    I learned how a stray tone could turn “mother” into “horse,” a lesson that stuck far beyond the classroom. On Friday nights, a Chinese roundtable met on campus. We practiced speaking—and sometimes, we shared steamed dumplings.

    I can still taste that first one, dipped in soy sauce, black vinegar, and sesame oil: warm, tender, and endlessly comforting. It tasted like a small passport stamp on my college life.

    The Janky Restaurant Valentine

    Months later, early in our relationship, my now‑husband and I found ourselves in a tiny, sticky‑floored Chinese restaurant on State Street in Madison. It was Valentine’s Day. The décor was questionable, the menu unpredictable, but the dumplings? Pure joy.

    We ate until we were full and a little giddy. That meal wasn’t about romance; it was about finding comfort in something humble and good—a truth the sticky floor couldn’t ruin.

    Bringing Dumplings Home

    As I started cooking more at home, I wanted to recreate that feeling. I planted bok choy in the garden—there’s something deeply satisfying about pulling a crisp green leaf from soil you’ve nurtured.

    I experimented with what I had: powdered ginger instead of fresh, onions for sweetness, ground beef for substance. A simple bamboo steamer lined with cabbage leaves kept the dumplings from sticking to the rack.

    The dumplings weren’t authentic, but they were ours. And authenticity, for me, isn’t a destination—it’s a doorway to learning and connection.

    Learning Together, One Mess at a Time

    Now, when my son and I roll dough together, the process has turned into a ritual. We talk, we laugh, we listen to a podcast, and flour drifts across the counter (and occasionally, Black Cat).

    We’re not just making food—we’re making memories that stick, as any good dumpling does. And honestly, we laugh more over flour than over finished meals.

    What It All Comes Back To

    Food weaves together people, places, and time. These dumplings hold it all—college curiosity, early love, homegrown bok choy, and the joyful chaos of raising a child.

    Growing food, raising kids, building community—it all finds its way back to the kitchen.

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  • What I Complain About Most: Why Farmers Deserve More Appreciation (And How We’re Reconnecting)

    What I Complain About Most: Why Farmers Deserve More Appreciation (And How We’re Reconnecting)

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    What do you complain about the most?
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    I used to be a champion complainer—until I realized it never planted a single seed worth growing.

    I try not to complain too much. It’s a nasty habit that usually leaves me feeling worse than before I started. Instead, I try to live by the words of the Serenity Prayer:

    “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
    The courage to change the things I can,
    And the wisdom to know the difference.”

    When I catch myself slipping into that spiral of frustration, I remind myself of those lines. If there’s something I can fix, I get to work on it. If there isn’t, I try to shift my perspective. Some days, that works beautifully. Other days, not so much—but it’s a practice, and a worthwhile one.

    When Passion Comes from Frustration

    Still, there are some things bigger than myself that I can’t quite let go of—issues that deserve our collective attention. That’s where my frustration tends to turn into passion.

    If you really want to know what gets me on my soapbox, it’s this: how undervalued the foundation of our society has become—the farmer.

    Lessons from the Milking Barn

    I grew up on a dairy farm surrounded by fields, animals, and five hardworking older sisters. My dad, like many farmers, cautioned us not to follow in his footsteps. He didn’t say that out of bitterness; he said it out of love.

    He knew farming demanded endless hours, uncertain pay, and a body that rarely got a day off. The cows still needed milking before dawn, even after a night of broken sleep or if you were sick. The hay still needed to come in, even if rain clouds were gathering on the horizon. And no matter how hard you worked, the weather or the market could undo it all in a single season. With today’s global markets, that uncertainty feels even sharper than it did thirty years ago.

    The Great Disconnect

    Despite all that labor, society often treats farmers as an afterthought. We depend on them for our most basic need: food. Yet we seem disconnected from what it truly takes to put dinner on the table. It’s astonishing how quickly that disconnect happened. In just two or three generations, we’ve gone from home gardens, backyard chickens, and canning jars in the pantry to drive‑thru dinners and foods that travel thousands of miles before reaching us.

    Our modern food system is complicated. We’ve gained convenience but lost some wisdom along the way—wisdom about soil, seasons, and self‑sufficiency. Many children have never pulled a carrot from the ground or gathered a fresh egg. Even adults often feel surprised to learn where their food comes from.

    Marketing Replaces Memory

    Not long ago, I saw a potato chip bag proudly labeled “Made with Real Potatoes,” as if that were some sort of revelation. It made me laugh—and then it made me sad.

    Somewhere along the way, marketing replaced knowledge. We began trusting brands more than the soil, and food became a product instead of a shared experience. When I mentioned it on my Facebook page, people chimed in from everywhere. It turns out, so many of us feel the same way—grateful for convenience, but yearning to reconnect.

    Growing, Raising, and Reconnecting

    That little moment reminded me why I care so deeply about growing food, raising kids, and building community. These things are intertwined. When children understand where their meals come from, when we grow even a small piece of what we eat, when neighbors come together to share skills, seeds, and harvests—we start to rebuild that lost connection. Even something as simple as buying from a local farmers market, planting herbs on a windowsill, or teaching a child how to cook can make a difference.

    So maybe I don’t really complain all that much anymore. Maybe what I’m doing is something better: advocating, educating, and planting small seeds of change and connection in my backyard and in my community. Because while I can’t change the world overnight, I can nurture the soil right in front of me. And that feels like a pretty good start.

    Resources I Recommend

    Disclosure: This section contains Amazon affiliate links. If you purchase through them, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you for supporting Practical Homesteading!

    If this post stirred something in you, here are a few places to start learning, growing, and preserving more of your own food. I only share resources I truly find useful.

    • Read and reflect: One book that has deeply shaped how I think about food and farming is The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan. It follows several different meals from source to table and invites you to really consider where your food comes from and who grows it. You can buy it in my link or borrow it from your local library.
    • Learn the basics of preserving: The Ball Book of Preserving is a solid, economical place to start if you’re new to canning. It covers the fundamentals clearly without feeling overwhelming, and it’s a great first step into safe home food preservation.
    • Go deeper with more recipes: The Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving is a much more comprehensive resource, with many more recipes and techniques. It’s a bigger investment, but worth it if you discover that preserving is something you love and want to keep expanding.
    • My home preservation essentials: I’ve put together an Amazon list of tools and books I use or recommend for dehydrating, canning, and freezing food at home. You can find it here: Home Preservation Essentials.

    If you have favorite books, tools, or simple tips for beginners who want to grow or preserve their own food, please share them in the comments—I’d love to learn from you, too!

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  • From Frisbees to Family: How Sports Taught Me the True Meaning of Community

    From Frisbees to Family: How Sports Taught Me the True Meaning of Community

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    A Game of Connection

    Sports have never been my main passion. But they always seem to sneak back into my life — especially when community and connection are involved.

    For someone more comfortable in the garden than on the field, I’ve learned that sports aren’t really about keeping score. They’re about teamwork, laughter, and shared stories that stick with you long after the final whistle.

    Back When I Played

    Back in graduate school, a group of friends and colleagues had a standing tradition of meeting twice a week to rotate between volleyball, soccer, and ultimate frisbee. Rain or shine, homework or no, we almost always managed to get enough players for two teams. Those games were the highlight of my week — a sweaty, laughter-filled break from the grind of grad school. We learned to read each other’s signals, celebrate small victories, and laugh off missed goals. These lessons translated well both to the lab and to the classroom. And, of course, the post-game burgers and beers were every bit as important as the play itself.

    The Knee Incident (and Das Boot)

    My sports “career,” however, took a dramatic turn during one fateful ultimate frisbee game. I jumped, landed wrong, and felt that awful twist — I had dislocated my right kneecap. That injury ended my athletic adventures at the tender age of 24. I still remember that sharp pop, the scramble to the sidelines, and the next day’s slow walk to urgent care. A few weeks later, at my own going-away party and still determined to have fun, I went with my crew to the Essenhaus to dance the polka. Let’s just say: bad idea. Same knee, same problem.

    The type of jump I made when I dislocated my kneecap. I caught the frisbee too. Photo by Stefano Zocca on Unsplash

    Looking back, I can admit that drinking Das Boot probably had something to do with my decision to hit the dance floor on a bum knee. Lesson learned, but it’s still one of those stories we laugh about around the table. Now, more than a decade later, the memory makes me smile far more than it aches.

    Watching Now, Not Playing

    These days, sports play a different role in my life. I may not be on the field anymore, but I love the energy of watching a good game — especially live. There’s something about a football or baseball crowd that brings people together so naturally. Strangers high-five after a score, pass along shared cheers, or tease rival fans in good fun. Tailgates are my favorite part — not because of the game itself, but for the food and fellowship that surround them. The smoky scent of burgers, laughter spilling from nearby tents, friends swapping recipes for dips or barbecue sauces — it’s all about connection. Like sharing a dish at a potluck or passing homegrown tomatoes over the fence, sports gatherings are another way we build community one joyful moment at a time.

    From Tailgates to Home Games

    On game days at home, the living room becomes our little stadium. The kids get into the excitement (mostly for the snacks), and we all share those small, easy moments of joy — a great play, a plate of nachos disappearing too quickly, and the cat hiding under the couch, wondering why the humans are hollering again. I may not follow every stat or play, but I love how sports create reasons to pause, eat, laugh, and just be together — much like a shared meal from the garden or a neighborhood cookout.

    A Different Kind of Teamwork

    I sometimes joke that I traded my frisbee for a trowel and volleyball sand for garden soil, but the lessons stuck. Whether it’s tending tomatoes, playing pickup soccer with my kids in the yard, or cheering from the sidelines, the spirit of teamwork, joy, and shared stories keeps showing up.

    In the end, community is the real team sport — and that’s one I’ll never retire from.

    What’s one sport or shared activity that’s helped your community grow closer?

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