Of Food and Love: farm fresh eggs frugal living homestead life living frugally
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
I don’t know whether to say we live on a small farm or a homestead.
Actually, the more I think about it, I’m leaning toward homestead.
We only have chickens and a garden, but I’ve become pretty proficient in the world of MIY (make it yourself). Taking the time to see what I can do for myself and my family in the world of coupons, frugal choices and healthy living has become a way of life for me. It started out because I was bored. Really. Really. Bored. Coupled with the fact that my mom raised us to know which vitamins my body needed to help it with certain functions, it went hand in hand with boredom and developed into my current way of life.
I describe our family as *semi-crunchy*. We eat tons veggies, I make our bread (and I buy it too), we hardly eat out, you won’t find a sugar cereal in my cupboard, yet, I enjoy a bit of mayo, a Twix bar, white sugar and white rice, and the occasional Nacho Supreme without meat. (I hate it when I do that to myself, but every once in a while the urge is too great to resist! hah)
Recently our little homestead added 13 new members. Chickens. I have been searching for almost a year, no joke, to find decently priced chickens and a lot of them at that. Thank you, Craigslist! $2 a head. And now, we’re getting a dozen eggs a day or more.
Which, this is completely fine by us because we can knock back 5 dozen in a week. Yes. Our sweet little family of four that doesn’t weigh more than 350lbs lumped together can clear out a small chicken farm worth of eggs.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m still a city girl. But I do love me some extra pocket change and fresh eggs. I’ll put on muck boots any day to go out and find me a bunch of these sitting fresh, in the nest.
Taking the time to see how you can add to your life is simply amazing and gratifying. You’d be surprised what you can do in an urban and suburban dwelling to add a little bit of *organic* back into your life.
The other day our neighbor came bearing plump, purple gifts. Plums. They were ripe and ready fresh off his tree. When you get a gift like that, you can’t sit on your laurels, they will spoil faster than you think (as I’ve unfortunately come to find out. procrastination isn’t the best option when you’re dealing with fresh fruits and veggies. eat them. can them. cook them. give them away, but don’t let them set for too long). So, D set to work and made four jars of plum jam. So delicious.
But that wasn’t the first of his jam making escapades. Earlier that week he picked our gooseberry bushes clean and made five jars of that to add to the jars of black currant he’d finished a couple days prior. He loves, loves making jam.
See, this is what I love. We have the luxury of mother earth’s bounty to feed to our children, yet, I can throw on a nice outfit and head off to a show in a neighboring town. I want this for my kids. I want them to learn to love the land and what it can do for them. But I also want them to appreciate life off the homestead.
Don’t take advantage of what you have, dig in (literally) and do what you can!
(there is so much more to share, but I’ll save that for another blog post on another day)