Friday, May 1, 2009

Highly Exaggerated Confessions of a Wannabe Farmgirl

Do we ever stop to think where an Oreo comes from? Do they grow on trees? Bushes? Maybe they are a root cookie. Ok, I exaggerate, so what else is new. How about our carrots or asparagus. Where is it grown?  Who grew it?  How about those awful, hard, tasteless, pulpy masses the grocers pass off as tomatoes?  Where did they get those things? And don't even get me started on Wonder bread.  As in, "I wonder what the heck is in that stuff." 
Most of what we consistently and mindlessly pile into our grocery carts week after week barely passes as food. I am tired of it.  I have been for years.  I will spare you the boring details of my decade long attempt at detox.  That is, eliminating as much of the unrecognizable substances that pass as food, and that our society consumes en masse, from our regular diet as possible without causing a) complete family mutiny or b) thrusting my family into the fringe of society, outcast and labeled with catchy titles like health-nuts, granolas or hippies.  Actually I think I could live with all of that, but really, if anyone is going to make fun of my family, it better be me. 
Over the past few years I have become more and more intrigued with the idea of locavorism and self-sustainability. There is plenty of info out there, so I won't go into detail.  It just feels right.  It just sits well with my nature and what I personally value.  No pressure here to believe what I do, just the random thoughts of one blogging chick.  Ok, so that brings me to my latest adventure. Chickens!  Jimi Hendrix and Yolko Ono joined our little flock last week and are a welcome addition. Just cute little fuzzballs at this point, but the prospect of fresh omelets in my future is good. Plus I got to supervise Hunky Hubby building an adorable coop for the little buggers last weekend--tan, muscly arms, power tools, the smell of raw manliness and sawdust in my nose--oops-
As I was saying.  I just feel the need to be connected to my food. To the earth. To my place on it. As part of it. We have detached ourselves from the dirt.  I love dirt.  I love the way it feels between my toes, and smells when I dig in it.  I played in the dirt alot as a kid, and I guess I just never outgrew it! I still save worms that misguidedly squirm out onto the sidewalk after a heavy rain. They are good for the dirt.  Go worms! Go dirt! Go veggies and chickens and GO LIFE!!!
Quote for the day: "Being cool is about being yourself." 
--Eric W. Cowperthwaite cousin and all around good guy

6 comments:

  1. Playing in the dirt is awesome!! I am working hard to eliminate mass produced, corn syrup based, preservative filled food from my life too. keep it up, your kids will lead a much better, healthier life.

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  2. Haley loved seeing your chickens. I may have to bring her over again so she can have another peek. I think I need to go grocery shopping with you sometime. I'm sure that I could definately learn a thing or two.

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  3. I love the names you picked and your chicken house. Looks like everything is coming right along with the little cluckers. Awesome. I can't wait to get my own chickies!!

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  4. What cute little chicks! We have several growing in our neighborhood, but unfortunately a few have met with an untimely demise (a neighbor dog:-(

    I loved your description of store bought tomatoes! I grew up on home grown and love those but we haven't grown any ourselves until this year. It has been fun to pick them from our own back yard!

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  5. love the baby chicks. thanks for your kind words.

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  6. Hey Naturegirl... I'm reading back through your blog these days, and came across this... my city is getting close to finally changing bylaws to allow for backyard chickens... So I'd like to request a post about yours... who they are, how you keep them, anecdotes and adventures with the little cluckers. And where did you get the plan for the chicken coop? I hope to get a pair for myself, and would love to hear your experience sometime. Or you could just send me an email. ;oD

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