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Comments (31)What a wonderful thread! LONG! It was from my mothers stories about living on the farm when she was a girl that I got my farminess. My family has a story telling tradition and she was the one who carried it along for so many years and then handed it down to me. She passed in 1984. I still ask her questions about my animals. It seems to jog my memory. Either that or I'm just plain nuts! :) Mom was born in 1912 near Sheridan, IL. She was the youngest girl in her family. There were 8 children. Five boys and three girls. My grandfather paired the kids up to bring in the crops and take care of the animals. She and her "baby" brother, Bob, did mostly corn picking and husking. It was a large farm and her father worked them hard. But it was her work away from work that made her happy. When she was old enough she asked her dad to let her take care of the animals when they got sick to see if she could save them. He told her that she could do it on one condition and that was that she must keep up with the other work just as she always had. If he felt that she was slowing down because of the sick ones, then he'd make her quit. She kept up. Her sisters didn't want to make their skin and hands look worse than they already did from working outside and she really wanted to take care of the animals. She had a bum lamb named Peggy that she raised in the kitchen beside the wood cookstove. She said that when the warm weather came, Peggy followed her everywhere, including into the house... Until her mother told her, "No more!" She slept all night(s) in the brooder house until all the babies had hatched. Just to make sure that everyone was okay. Then there was a mare that had gotten tangled up in some barbed wire and was in bad shape. Her father and uncle were going to shoot it, but she begged him to please let her try to save it. He just barely agreed and they called a vet to come and sew the horse up. I can't remember the number of stitches now, there were many, many stitches holding the torn up horse together. Everyone warned her that the horse was going to die. But she slept in the barn every night and took care of her until she had healed up. The mare lived and was given to my mom as her own. She named her Fly because of the way they could fly across the ground when she rode her. One day one of the neighboring farm ladies came to my grandparents house and told them that it was unseemly for that red haired girl to be racing that horse around bare back with her legs showing. Mom said that she forgot to complain about her pig tails flying out behind her. When Mom was 20 she went to Chicago on her own to take nurses training. She became a nurse and met my father, eventually, changed her religion and her entire family banished her for it. She was actually disowned. Only her baby brother, Bob, came to see her and invited our family to his home. None of us children ever knew anyone else in her family. Since the family farm had been long since "lost" during the depression, it no longer belonged to anyone in her family when I was a child . The family who lived there allowed Mom to bring us kids to the farm and we walked the woods digging up wild flowers to take home and plant around our house in town. We walked the dirt road and she stopped beside a very small pile of what turned out to be wood. It had been a hog pen when she was a girl. She had to slop the hogs there and had hated it. Apparently there was one very mean sow there who she got into a disagreement with one day. She took us through the barn and through the house showing us the rooms where the kids had slept and telling us more stories. There are many, many stories. I won't tell so much here, but that gives you an idea of how farminess entered my heart and soul. I could no more live without this way of life than I could live without breathing. We had to live in town when I was a kid, but we had lots of animals and spent a lot of time in the country. Usually one of us dragged home some poor torn up or hit animal and Mom taught us how to treat them and care for them. One of my sisters and I have lived on farms as adults. There was our family home place in TN and then my sis had a farm in southern PA. I still have my animals even though the town city limits have swallowed up our property. I love reading your stories. I'd love to read more of them. I wonder if there's a way to have our stories self published... An idea... :) Please tell more! And more! I just love to read them. :) Maggie chickenmama1...See MoreDo you use Raw Milk?
Comments (30)Visit the farm in question and ask to see the cows and how they are cared for. Raw milk is superior and not dangerous to drink if the farm is spotless. Your best bet is to find a farmer that rotates his cows to differnt pasture, preferably every twelve hours, and is fed 100% grass. Cows are ruminates and by nature should not be fed grain. Grain alters the ph of their system. People get sick from food raised in filthy conditions, which was the case when people moved from farms to the cities and brought their cows with them, to live in confinement. I won't touch industrial milk any more. Once you investigate how filthy commercial farms are, and what a joke the FDA and USDA are, you wouldn't either. If I ever have to in the future, I will raise my own cow as I will never touch milk, or meat from a store again. Bottom line is, check the farm out. There is much less risk from drinking raw milk from a spotless, well managed farm, than from ANY commercial operation. A clean farm will never smell like manure and the cows look happy. Furthermore, the government has absolutely no right to tell any of us what we should be eating and drinking. The choice is ours to make and not theirs. Perhaps it is about time people start becoming more vocal and demanding that right....See MoreSuggestions for fresh venison?
Comments (57)Oh, Annie, no rare venison? What a shame. Luckily, annual testing for the last ten years has shown no CWD here. Gardengrl, If you're serious about getting venison, you have to do a couple of things. First, you have to start hanging out in places where the majority of the folks are wearing camo accessorized with blaze orange. Clue #1 is large concentrations of pickup trucks in the parking lot. If people have bloodstains on their clothing, that's a good thing. Here it's the diner (6-8 am), the market that makes great lunches (11am-1pm), the butcher shop that processes deer (anytime), or the corner bar (anytime, but they are usually drowning their sorrows that they didn't get anything). Sport shops are another good place, but unless you're interested in buying something, it's a bit noticeable when you're just hanging out. Second, you gotta schmooze. "Hey, you been out hunting? Any luck today?" If yes: You - "What'd you get?" Camo person - "Nice buck/doe." They usually elaborate. You - "How big, do ya think?" Automatically subtract at least 30 pounds from the estimate. You - "What's your favorite way to cook it? I've had some really bad venison in the past, so I'm always looking for a better way/recipe..." Camo Person may say "Don't know, have to ask the other half" meaning wife, husband or significant other OR "Oh, here's my favorite way to cook/eat..." Go with it from there. A basic knowledge of what season it is (bow, muzzleloader, "did you get your doe yet?", shotgun, etc.) adds to your ambiance. Don't expect to get primo cuts for free right off the bat, but you could say something like "Hey, if you don't use the neck meat, I can make a mean batch of chili with it." or "You know, a front shoulder roast (in beef language, that would be a chuck roast) makes great sauerbraten. If you have an extra one..." You have to convince them you know what to do with it if they give you some, and it won't end up in the freezer for umpteen years or as dog food. I speak from personal experience on that one. Our son had a friend who got a deer, and gave it to him. Son Unit brought it out and we butchered it, ground some, made sausage, vacuum packed everything, and gave it back to him with instructions how to cook it, a pile of recipes, etc. Two days of hard work for us, mind you. Son Unit did help, but not much. 12 months later, he brought it all back because no one would eat it. Think we'll ever give him meat again?...See More(Insert Vegetable) Is The New Kale
Comments (55)That looks really good. Not had samphire. I had to look it up. Poor mans asparagus. And can be grown as a plant. Seaweed salads have been around for some time in Japanese restaurants. I always have a bag of Dulce on hand from Maine and coastal Canada. (pronounced like 'pulse'). I like it raw, in stir-fry, in seafood chowders, tuna salad. Dulce is said to be the next kale. I doubt that. I looked up the 'next big thing in foods for 2016' and not much stands out. It seems to take a while for large market growers to switch their harvest methods to produce enough to reach groceries. By that time it is so dilute and lacks the flavor of home gardens. Greenhouse grown heavily fed to grow fast enough for profit and not that fresh....like mesclun salad mix in bags. Dry lawn clippings have more flavor. At least the focus is on healthy greens and veggies. Fresh and full of flavor. Sprouted grains and beans. I've added a few new varieties to my micro green 'forest'. 7-10 days grow time. 5 5x7 trays going all winter in succession. One large 7x12 tray for a spicy mix. I'm sure that one is soon to appear in stores. Needs to be cut fresh so i'm guessing they will sell it live in clamshells. One fat cut harvest cost about 15cents home grown. The same seeds i buy in bulk i use in the garden salad bed for a larger crop....See More2ManyDiversions
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