about a month ago, i came across this book; the back to basics handbook.
it was at costco (ironic?) and when we flipped through it, we were instantly interested.
my husband has a dream of owning a farm.
to be honest, i find this dream slightly hilarious, because as much as i love him, he’s never farmed a day in his life and doesn’t really have a green thumb or a lot of patience.
but, his life aspirations definitely culminate with a plot of land away from society.
for me, its not so cut and dry.
part of me loves that idea and part of me knows i would hate my life if i wasn’t close to the city.
so, i picture more of a centrally located moderately sized house with land to grow stuff on. and a lot of making my own food and endeavoring to cut out the grocery store.
so this book, i guess i you would call it life porn.
they cover EVERYTHING. from finding a plot of land (checking for natural sources of water, the proper slopes for crops ect) to building your own house from wood found on the land… and then raising various types of livestock, growing crops, cold storage of crops, preserving ect.
this book is absolutely fascinating to me.
it literally chronicles the “need to knows” for a dying lifestyle.
this is true sustainability.
naturally the front half of the book, about land and farming and raising animals isn’t really applicable to me at this stage in my life… but the second half of the book is all things that i could use today.
they call it “household skills and crafts”… its a mixture of some skills i know like canning and preserving, but also cheese & sausage making, preserving all kinds of food for long term storage without chemicals, making fermented foods…
and then basket weaving, candle making, tanning leather, natural dyes, soapmaking and more.
and what i love is that it really guides you from the start. like, for natural dyes, there’s a chart of plants, pictures of the plants and a guide on where to find them growing so you can forage for them.
at no point in reading this, do you scratch your head and think “where the heck do i find X?” because this book has already shown you how to grow it or make it from something else.
i have a huge soft spot for this kind of thing. clearly.
when i was a young girl, i was absolutely obsessed with laura ingalls wilder books. i had them all memorized by age 7 and read and reread them voraciously trying to fathom this lifestyle that she described so vividly.
my mom was a little helpful on the matter because she was born and raised in saskatchewan with no running water. so a lot of things could be explained by her. but i’ve never forgotten the descriptions of the mill used to grind wheat to flour or churning butter and the soaking of the salt beef. the things you just don’t see today.
this book made me nostalgic for my childhood visions of frontier life.
and while i’m still very firmly a city girl in many respects, i have an unabated interest in this simple country life where everyone worked their balls off just to keep alive.
maybe its just because i’m super stressed at work lately, and maybe its what happens as you get older… but i find myself dreaming of working hard. not for a paycheque at an office… but for my household. raising and growing my food, making my cheeses and soaps and whatever i could. running away from society and being self sufficient.
these days, that seems like bliss.
the supermarket seems like a scary place to me. full of poison masquerading as food.
stocked to the brim with faux-foods designed to deceive your body and re-write your natural rhythms.
sometimes i wander the aisles at the “heath food” store next to my office on my breaks. its row after row of pre-packaged foods and supplements and substitutes… there’s little to nothing that my brain naturally recognizes as actually being healthy. but yet, its what we accept as health food as a society.
to me, the farm market that sells only produce next door is the real health food store.
these are good reminders to myself. if a lifestyle of ultimate sustainability is my goal, then it has to be carried out in daily life. and i have much work to do.
it means that bag of cheesies or chocolate bar that i was craving needs to be forsaken. and that hangover meal of macaroni & cheese out of the box needs an overhaul.
its a slow process… tough to break a lifetime of addiction… but i’m working on it.