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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Depressing trip to the grocery store today. I was pacing the produce aisles and glazing at the tomatoes. I've always bought tomatoes that are organic and/or ripened on the vine. They aren't supposed to use a certain ethalayne gas (the gassing process is really gross, stripping out all natural flavor or tenderness in a tomato...of coarse everyone knows they're picked green and the gas is what turns them red and hard as a rock, right?). Well, on weeks where our budget is tighter than others, I'll just buy the "ripened on the vine" tomatoes. Well, today I noticed that the sign above the tomatoes said "tomatoes ON the vine". I was perplexed. I grabbed the produce guy next to me who was stacking carrots in the fridge and asked him why the sign changed. He told me that the tomatoes weren't gassed, but were ripened on the vine. I asked him, "Then why did the sign change?" The manager who had been lurking our way immediately jumped in on our conversation and replied with a "everything is gassed now" comment. I asked if there were any choices of tomatoes without the ethalayne gas and he said "organic" which was a bit pricy. {sigh}
So, what's a girl to do? All I wanted were some juicy, delicious, red tomatoes for my salad for lunch today, but I'll settle for the pink, hard, tastless rocks (harsh, I know) before me.
Do things ever just urke you to where you want to do something about it, but wonder what kind of impact you'll have as "JUST a stay-at-home-mom"? Of coase, we all know that our jobs as mothers are SOOOO much more important than the world visualizes us to be. After all, we are shaping tomorrow's youth for the future!!!
I get urked though and today it didn't stop with tomatoes. For example, there was an opprotunity where a man next to me in the parking lot could have been a gentleman, but wasn't. I get urked when so many feminists have fought for women's rights (don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have the freedoms to drive a car when I want and vote), but there have been times in my life (sometimes, when I'm very much pregnant!) and am struggling with a heavy package or something and the man standing next to me can't give me a hand. Maybe he's thinking, "Hmm, I don't want to assume this woman is in distress and needs a man's help. Don't want to offend her that she can't do the job." All-the-while I'm screaming inside my head, "Yes! Please! I'm about to drop this. Never mind the three little ones in my car that need my attention. Can you help a lady out?"
Or of coarse there's the ever-so-popular door opening scenerio where a lady would LOVE the door opened for her, but the guy doesn't want to offend her by opening the door for her. Or better yet, the young lad hasn't been taught proper manners to think of others by being a gentleman and helping the girl out.
I'm not trying to put on a whine fest. Just stating the obvious. It urkes me that I get "beeped" when I'm walking out of a grocery store as if I'm being counted as a number for a customer who shopped there that day. It urkes me that there are cameras everywhere now and you're always being watched. It urkes me that those cameras can actually give you a speeding ticket (not that I've every gotten one...I haven't, really) as well. It urkes me that America (and the world, for that matter) is so uneducated about food (not that it's entirely their fault either) and where it comes from that we just believe what The Food and Drug Administration says and don't think for ourselves. Thinking for ourselves. Now that's a concept!!! We don't do it anymore. We ship our kids off to a public school building to total strangers and trust that they know what's best for them and that they will give them this grand education which trains them to love and serve the Lord. It urkes me that my pediatrician gives me a blank stare when I say, "No, we're not going to get that vaccination today" as if I'm a weirdo that has no clue what she's doing as a mother. The phrase "you've got your hands full" is getting so old I could scream at every little old lady we pass by in the store. I know I have my hands full...full of sweet blessings that yes,need training when they're being selfish, rude or inconsiderate, but that's how we all are, right? Sinners. I'm doing my best to train it out of the sweet little ones, but your comments aren't helping! Try, "My, what a beautiful family you have."
And all this because of a few tomatoes. {sigh} What's a girl to do? :)

Monday, October 31, 2011
I recently celebrated my 32nd birthday in the beginning of October and along with a romantic date, a sweet homemade card and a night alone, he told me that for my gift, I could finally order a mill. I've had my eyes on one for awhile, but wanted to make sure that if I was going to fork out a substantial amount of money for it, that it be a good one. I'm still doing some research, but am liking the Wonder Junior Deluxe and Wonder Mill Electric (as shown in this video). Now it's down to do I want a loud, but fast one or a quiet but slow one I can use if power goes out? Anyone ever used one and highly recommend one or the other?

Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thanks for your sweet comment. As far as milk goes, I haven't found anything wrong with almond milk, but know that it is nutritionally different than cow's milk. Almond milk doesn't have the enzymes that a cow or goat's milk has. There are actual antibodies in the cow's milk as well, just as there are antibodies in breast milk. It's funny, if you think about it, you wouldn't take expressed breast milk and heat it to extreme temperatures right? All the good stuff is in the RAWNESS of it. So why in the world would you do that to any other milk?
Just click on your state and it will list all of the available raw milk providers in your area. Please note that there are many other milk providers that just aren't listed. I found our dairy farmer by attending a bee-keeping field trip with our homeschool group and found out that the bee keeper also sold his Jersey's raw milk. Our families have been friends for over 3 years now and we also purchase honey from him as well as load up our truck with manure for our garden from his horse stalls. He loves the Lord and has never had a problem with pathogens invading his milk. He's a dairy farmer and knows what he's doing. Get to know your local farmers. It's an awesome experience! Once you get to know your local farmers, SHARE the wealth girlfriend. :) Share with friends and family so we can stop paying the grocery stores. They want us to be 100% dependant on THEM and not ourselves. Let's prove them wrong!

Monday, October 24, 2011

a sweet Jersey cow who produces out-of-this-world, healthy, creamy milk. The more I research and find out, the more I've observed its link to cancer, especially breast cancer. Not to mention the high hormones that are suggested to allow young ladies to develop earlier and the enormous links to heart disease. Last I checked, heart disease was the number one killer of Americans, with dairy (cheese, yogurt, ice cream, etc.) contributing to it.
Call me crazy, but I've actually looked into miniature Jersey cows! They're half the size of a standard Jersey breed and oh, so sweet. They don't produce as much milk either, but that's okay. The rBGH hormone is a hormone that stimulates a cow to produce more and more milk. At least 80% of cows are treated with this hormone each year. Organic dairy cows are supposedly not treated with the hormone, but the pasteurization process still encourages obesity and heart disease. (People don't realize that pasteurized skim milk is more apt to make you fat than raw, whole milk...healthy fats can actually help you LOOSE weight along with other natural fats like almonds, salmon, avocados, etc.)
So, I'll let you know if my husband ever gives me the "OK" to get a female Jersey calf. (I won't hold my breath...he-he.)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011
As I mentioned months ago, we purchased 25 Freedom Ranger chicks for processing this summer. We split them with friends and this past weekend was our processing party at their house. With the exception of one previous rooster (who's name was "Jack"), we have never done chicken processing before. This day, we did multiple birds and pretty much everything went off without a hitch. There was one thing we did learn and it was concerning the feed of our chickens. When we showed up, our friends' chickens were twice the size of ours!! I didn't know Rangers were capable of growing at the speed that they did, but after much thought, we narrowed it down that our problem was the amount of feed they received. Our hens had competition, period. We had 14 veteran laying hens, 21 replacement hens for the 14 we were going to give away (which we did a few weekends ago...no fresh eggs in this house...sigh) and then came the Ranger chicks who apparently did not receive the full amount they needed. After the processing, our hens looked more like quail (insert laughter here!). It was a valuable lesson learned. Anyway, here are the photos of our day. We learned a lot, laughed, our kids played together and we got time to catch up with friends whom we miss very much.
Their hens awaiting execution
Our hens awaiting execution. Can you see the size difference? There are 4 turkeys in this brooding box which will be their Thanksgiving dinner this year. They were beautiful and will be organically grassfed.
"J" with Isaac
Rob hooking up the turkey fryer. Using the fryer (filled with water for relieving the feathers before plucking) allowed our water to maintain a constant temperature. We kept it between 125 and 145 mostly. Younger birds can stay closer to the 125, as the older birds need a higher temp.
killing cone and drainage bag
Norah watching
Avonlea
Rob, "J" and Mr. Jim putting up the shade tent.
processing
On the way to the killing cone. I was very impressed at Rob's professionalism. I know he was a bit nervous at first, but it quickly became a quick assembly line-type function and I think that helped.
Rinsing the plucker...no hand-plucking for this crowd. We saved so much time.
Stocking the freezer after we finished.
In the meantime, the kids came out and helped, but also enjoyed playing indoors as we processed.
It was a long day and we were tired, but we enjoyed some food, cold drinks and some Wii afterwards. I love the fact that our freezer has healthy, free-range, fresh chicken in it that we raised ourselves. No hormones. No antibiotics. Nothing artificial. I can't wait to get our large chicken tractor finished up (Rob's working on plans for one now). We're still trying to figure out the best plans since we don't live on acres of land. Our backyard is officially cleaned out of grass, but the tractor will allow for them to range in the front yard.
What a wonderful and blessed day it was!
Monday, August 15, 2011
I definitely consider it a blessing our kids haven't been sick in so long, but I guess we were "due" a few weeks ago when they came down with a virus. Lots of shakes with Echinacea, plenty of water and baths with Epsom salts and Castor oil (for hydration) helped us get through. We did wind up giving a bit of Tylenol to Norah (who had it the worst), but no antibiotics (remember that antibiotics kill off all the good stuff that help you fight things off) were necessary and we pulled right through. I also felt blessed that Issac and I were able to sail by without getting it.
Movie Time on the couch
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Due to a sweet, new addition to our family, our indoor garden didn't get the attention we originally wanted to give it. However, we did have a huge success with what you see above...wheatgrass. This stuff is LOADED with nutrients. In fact, you'll see it in health food stores, added to shakes and smoothies for an extra kick of goodness. The thing with wheatgrass is that to obtain the nutrients, you have to change out the soil it grows in. This soil that the wheatgrass grew in will need new soil the next time we plant. We simply dump the used soil into the garden beds (to be treated and restored with good, old-fashioned compost) and place new soil (from our composted beds) into the new trays. Then, the wheat berries are planted (you can buy them in bulk from your local health food store and they're cheap too...hooray for cheap!), covered and watered. We put the trays under the indoor garden lighting (we grow it here b/c it's too hot to grow now in the summer heat...northerners could probably grow it though in their summer gardens) and watch it grow within a few days. It then takes on a new form...
food for our chickens!
Checking things out...hmm.
"This stuff looks good gals. Come have a try."
(Can you see one of our two roosters in the back left corner? He's got more of a larger comb than the ladies do.)
The rabbits love it too!
It's a great source of nutrients when you have limited grazing areas in a city. One more fun fact. If you let this stuff continue to grow to full capacity, yes it will produce more wheat.
Give wheatgrass a try today. ;)

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I've been trying to find a replacement for this terrible food...
but haven't found anything we really like until we discovered how to make our own blueberry syrup. It's quite easy and if you've ever canned veggies, fruit or jams/jellies, you'll have no problems. The ingridients are simple, nothing is genetically modified, you can make it organically if you like and there's no high fructose corn syrup...hooray! :)
The directions can be found HERE.
Avonlea and I had a blast making our own and taste testing too!





