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How to Make Homemade Sauerkraut (Perfect for Reubens & Pork Roasts!)

This winter, I’m on a delicious quest to make the ultimate homemade Reuben sandwich—from scratch.

It’s a three-part series:

Sauerkraut
Rye bread
Home-cured corned beef

Every piece is made right here at home. Because when you love good food and the process that brings it to the plate, every step matters.

Today, we start where every great Reuben does—with sauerkraut.

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From Garden to Crock

Back in September, I harvested crisp green Megaton hybrid cabbages from the garden and tucked them away for something special.

We stripped off the outer leaves, then cut the heads into manageable chunks with this knife (affiliate link) after using this honing steel (affiliate link) to sharpen the blade. My husband pulled out our meat slicer to shred the cabbage into fine ribbons—teamwork at its best!

Next, we weighed the shredded cabbage on a kitchen scale, then calculated and measured out 2% canning salt (affiliate link) by weight. After mixing the cabbage and salt together, we packed it down firmly into our antique RedWing stoneware crock using a homemade stamper (basically a broom handle fitted onto a wooden block—but it works perfectly for this purpose).

The Secret to a Clean Ferment

Place cabbage leaves above the salt/cabbage mixture.

A garbage bag filled with water helps to seal the fermenting sauerkraut from outside air.

To finish, we laid a few whole cabbage leaves on top and placed a water-filled plastic garbage bag over everything. This simple trick does two things:

The weight keeps the cabbage fully submerged in brine.
The plastic molds to the sides of the crock, reducing airflow and spoilage.

Then the real magic began—waiting. The crock sat in a cool, dark corner of the basement for about three and a half months. Time and microbes quietly transformed that fresh cabbage into something incredible.

The Big Reveal

That beautiful sauerkraut after 3.5 months of fermentation.

When I finally opened the lid, I was greeted by the unmistakable scent of good fermentation—earthy, tangy, and fresh. The sauerkraut was crisp, slightly golden, and bursting with flavor.

This batch is destined for homemade Reubens and maybe a pork roast or two. The wait? Absolutely worth it.

Reflections from the Crock

Homesteading has a way of teaching through food—patience, balance, and trust in nature’s quiet work. The same rhythms that shape a garden shape us, too.

Have you ever made your own sauerkraut or fermented veggies?
Homesteading is more fun when we learn together.

Tell me what’s bubbling on your countertop—or what I should try fermenting next!

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Why I Chose Homesteading

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I turn 36 this week, and it feels like as good a time as any to tell you who I am.

I am

a wife
a working mother of 2 beautiful children
an environmental professional
a homesteader
a gardener
a reader
an animal caretaker
an aspiring writer (the blog you’re reading is me practicing)
an amateur historian
a perfectionist
a ruminator
a friend
a daughter
a sister

Growing Up on a Wisconsin Dairy Farm
I grew up on a family dairy farm in Southeastern Wisconsin during the 1990s—a tough decade when small operations were disappearing fast.

Our farm had a 60-cow herd through years of economic stress. In 2001, we sold the herd and rented the land to a larger operation. By then, my five older sisters had mostly moved on. My parents took “city jobs”—Ma at the local grocery store, Dad first as a farmhand, then for a local drilling company. They bought beef cattle for me to raise through my teen years.

The Teenage Rebel Who Wanted Out
Before my dad took over from his father, farmers traveled no more than a mile to access all their land. By the time he changed careers 25 years later, some had to drive an hour or more to reach the farthest corners of their acreage. The world I grew up in was already shifting fast beneath my feet.

But as a teenager, I couldn’t have cared less about the cattle I was entrusted with. Farming felt pointless. I was determined to “get out of Dodge County” and go to college in nearby Madison. Books came easily to me, and I wore that like armor. I had a chip on my shoulder—I thought I was smarter than the farm life, better than staying put, that I had everything figured out.

Pride, Pain, and Coming Back to Earth
Pride comes before a fall, as they say. I never had one dramatic crash, but I had low moments that humbled me.

When I was 17, I sustained serious burn injuries on my arms and chest. I received skin grafts on my arms. I spent a long season wrestling with shame and the fact that I was marked by scars. When I finally reached Madison—the dream I’d chased—I felt small next to high achievers who hadn’t come from farms and had flawless skin.

Even after landing a job as an environmental professional, I stood in rooms feeling inadequate beside people who seemed to know so much more. It took years to accept I wasn’t the smartest person in the room—but I still had something valuable to offer.

Love, Long Courtship, and Hotel-Hopping 20s
I started dating my now-husband at 19. We’d known each other longer, but that’s when our story began. He didn’t grow up on a farm but found agriculture fascinating. He thought it was neat that I’d spent my childhood around cows, even as I ran away from that identity.

After a long courtship, we married when I was 27. We loved each other deeply, but finding our rhythm took time. Through trial and error, we landed on shared ground: children, homesteading, and country living.

All along, I’d quietly loved making things from scratch, even if I didn’t call it homesteading. Freshman year of college, I made pizza entirely from scratch (except the cheese). It took three times longer than it should have. I ruined zucchini bread by confusing tablespoons for teaspoons of salt. Junior year, I bought a crockpot (affiliate link) that made my dorm floor jealous of the dinner smells wafting from my room.

Motherhood Opened My Eyes
I graduated grad school at 24 and we moved near Green Bay for my job. For the next six years—my freewheeling late 20s—we traveled heavily—for work and fun—with each other, family, and friends. Hotels became our second home. It was a wonderful season of freedom I hated to see end.

Then I had my son just before turning 30. Motherhood was like someone handing me color television after a lifetime of black-and-white. The challenges were endless—physical, emotional, exhausting. But when he smiled and grabbed my finger with his tiny, chunky hand, everything faded. I wanted to be better for him.

That first year coincided with Covid. No village. Husband working a lot. Our beautiful house on 18 acres of “dream land” suddenly felt hollow. Land doesn’t raise children. Pride in property lines doesn’t fill the gaps. As we talked about baby number two, we made a deliberate choice: we moved back to our hometown near Mayville, Wisconsin.

Choosing This Life Freely
I watched our family navigate those farm changes—not out of obligation, but circumstance. Now I’m choosing this life freely. We’re gardening, raising chickens, baking bread, and raising kids.

The girl who couldn’t wait to escape Dodge County returned on her own terms. At 36, I’m still learning I don’t need to be the smartest person in the room—just someone who shows up, learns, and shares.

This blog is me doing that. Someone standing in the middle of her story. Rooted, growing, still in progress.

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

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

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“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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We’re Stronger Together: Homesteading, Family, and the Power of a Village

If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

“Real life — the good kind — isn’t a solo project. It’s meant to be shared.”

If I Had a Freeway Billboard, It Would Say:
“We’re Stronger Together.”
Simple. Short. True.

That phrase might only take a second to read, but it’s something I’ve come to believe deeply over time. Homesteading, parenting, and everyday life keep reminding me that none of us truly thrive in isolation. We can’t — and we’re not meant to.

The Myth of “Doing It All”
I’ve tried to “do it all” before. Maybe you have, too.

I remember one quiet afternoon watching our toddler play alone in the wide stretch of our backyard. Sunlight shone on his light blonde hair. Chickens were clucking somewhere behind him. The smell of wet grass lingered after the rain. My husband and I had been talking about having another child, but the thought brought a flood of questions. Could we manage it all — raising little ones, keeping the homestead going, working — without losing our minds or each other?

That moment planted a seed. I didn’t know it then, but it would change how we lived. Even though we were proud of our self-sufficiency, trying to do everything alone left us stretched thin and quietly disconnected.

Real life — the good kind — isn’t a solo project. It’s meant to be shared.

In the four years since that afternoon, so much has changed. We moved closer to family and, not long after, welcomed our daughter — another beautiful whirlwind of toddler energy. Now we have more of a village to help raise her. And in turn, we can show up for others.

That web of giving and receiving has made all the difference. It’s turned our days into something more sustainable, more joyful, and far more connected.

Why “Together” Matters
It’s easy to imagine strength as something proven alone. But real strength is interwoven — built through connection, trust, and shared effort.

It’s the kind that shows up when neighbors help fix our house, when friends drop off soup unasked, or when laughter spills out during chores that would otherwise feel endless.

On the homestead, togetherness looks like shared harvests and muddy boots side by side. The garden gets weeded faster when more than one person is pulling. The work lightens, and the smiles come easier.

That’s the kind of strength that fills the spaces where frustration or loneliness might otherwise take root.

And that same truth guides the way we’re raising our kids.

Building “Together” at Home
In our family, we talk a lot about contributing to the household — because this home’s success belongs to all of us.

Since I started giving our six-year-old a daily job, he’s made it clear he doesn’t always love it. He sighs, he drags his feet, and he grumbles his way through — but he does it.

And afterward, something shifts. My load feels lighter, our days run smoother, and I have more time to simply be with him — to laugh, to listen, to connect.

The lesson is simple but powerful: we build strength, resilience, and belonging not by doing everything ourselves, but by doing our part together.

What That Billboard Really Means
So if someone sped past my billboard and read the words “We’re stronger together,” I’d hope it would land right when they needed it most — in a moment of overwhelm, or when they’re trying to carry too much alone.

Because strength doesn’t have to mean solitude. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is reach out a hand — or take one that’s being offered.

After all, the strongest gardens — like families — grow best when many hands tend them.

And that truth keeps my feet steady, season after season.

We’re stronger. Together.

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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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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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Walking Through Life — From Farm Chores to Family Joy

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Growing Up Active
Growing up on the farm, movement wasn’t something we planned, but a way of life. We spent our days feeding animals, keeping them clean, stacking hay bales, and pulling weeds in the garden. It was tough work. But it taught me early on that using your body is purposeful, satisfying, and good for the soul. Even now, when I feel that pleasing ache in my muscles after a workout, I’m reminded of those crisp mornings when effort came as naturally as breathing.

Finding Balance in Movement
That active foundation stuck with me. Today, I still crave that connection between effort and reward — walking, gardening, or tackling a tough workout. I love almost every exercise, especially when it challenges me. During a workout, I might grumble through the final reps, but afterward, I always feel lighter, stronger, and proud. That post-exercise glow makes every drop of sweat worthwhile.

The Simple Power of Walking
If I had to choose one favorite way to move, it would be walking. It’s simple, grounding, and fits into every season of life. Sometimes I listen to music or take a phone call. More often though, I walk while letting my mind steady to the rhythm of my steps and talking to myself. Walking clears my head. It reconnects me with gratitude — for my body, the air around me, and the life I’m privileged to live.

Living an Active Lifestyle
Our lifestyle naturally keeps us moving. We still raise pigs, chickens, and turkeys, and every season brings new chores and outdoor projects. I also make a lot of our food from scratch — stirring, kneading, chopping, and gathering ingredients from our garden. Those small, steady movements fill my days with a rhythm that feels both productive and peaceful.

Family Fun in Motion
The best movement, though, happens with my kids. Whether we’re sledding down snowy hills, digging in the sand, or playing our beloved “burrito game,” we’re laughing, racing, and making memories. My husband and I stay active both for ourselves and to show our kids how important it is to move. Activity isn’t only a chore, but a celebration of life and health.

Joy in Motion
Movement shaped my childhood, sustains my adulthood, and strengthens our family bond. It’s not only about fitness or strength; it’s about gratitude, connection, and joy. Walking — the simplest movement of all — ties it together. Each step reminds me where I came from, grounds me in the present, and carries me toward every new chapter ahead.

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