What kind of urban homesteader would I be if I wasn’t making at least of few of my own holiday gifts? In my family it’s always been a tradition for the women to give gifts they made themselves with ultimate care and from the heart.
Have you ever wondered what 100 lbs of processed tomatoes looks like? It’s a big number, fake-sounding almost, like a gross exaggeration – the canner’s equivalent to a fisherman ‘catching the big one’.
I’ve been thinking about re-use of materials a lot lately because I’m attempting to make my urban homesteading General Store Booth at Eat Real Fest out of 90% re-purposed materials. It’s a challenge, but a fun one!
I have fond memories of my great-grandmother pulling dusty jars with rusty-looking lids out of the basement. I don’t remember watching her can or having a large enough garden to mass produce those dusty jars, so for all I know they were canned in a time before I was alive, but I remember the jars vividly.
I pride myself on making delicious healthful food and feeding those in my nearest vicinity. So you can imagine my shock when my honey, who has been working really hard the last few weeks on launching a big project at work, told me that he’s been picking up breakfast at Starbucks every morning.
I’m the foodie in the family, by which I mean I’m the one who thinks about what I’ll eat for breakfast before I even open my eyes in the morning. While I’m eating breakfast, my mind is going to lunch and what wonders I might encounter there.
I just ate the most amazing dish and I’m so overwhelmed that I have to share it. Incredibly, it was a meal made entirely of leftovers from my fridge with the addition of one backyard farm egg and a dash of salt.