“Where’s the perfect place to homestead??” I get this question approximately forty-seven times per week (okay, maybe not quite that many, but it feels like it). Every time someone asks it, I die a little inside. Not because it’s a bad question—it’s actually a perfectly reasonable thing to wonder about. But the entire premise is…
Let’s time-travel for a second. Picture this: the year is 2014, and I’m hunched over an ancient laptop in a kitchen that still smelled faintly of goat’s milk. My blog dreams weren’t even dreams yet—they were more like “Hey, maybe I should tell someone how I nearly blew up the kitchen making homemade soap.” No…
As you know what’s been keeping me up at night lately? It’s not worrying about whether the chickens remembered to go back to their coop. They didn’t, they never do. It’s not worrying if I remembered to close the gate to the pasture. I probably didn’t. It’s thinking about the in our homesteading community and…
Last month, I did something that felt both completely natural and slightly revolutionary: I spent an entire Saturday morning with my hands in the dirt, planting seeds that won’t produce anything I can harvest for months. It’s interesting to consider what happens when we dig in and commit to the slow process of growth. In…
You know what nobody tells you about doing hard things? The hardest part usually isn’t the thing itself—it’s dealing with everyone else’s opinions about why you shouldn’t be doing it. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately because Christian and I seem to have a talent for making our lives more complicated than they need…
I’ve always been a voracious reader, but this past year has been something special. Between working on my book, questioning everything about modern life, and trying to understand how we got to this weird place in human history, I’ve been consuming books like they’re going out of style. People often ask me for book recommendations,…
They say you’re the average of the five people you hang around the most, which makes me wonder what that says about someone who spends most of her time talking to cows and chickens. But to take it one step further, I’d add that you’re also the average of the information you consume the most. But…
Tortillas were one of the first things I ever tried making completely from scratch. Because at some point, you realize the ones in the plastic bag? They’re a lie. A chewy, shelf-stable lie. Real tortillas? They’re soft, warm, and whisper to your fillings: “You deserve better.” Making them from scratch is embarrassingly easy. Five ingredients,…
It’s 2 °F outside and here I am making homemade hamburger buns… It’s 2 °F outside, wind screaming like it wants to borrow your socks, and I’m standing in the kitchen kneading dough. Why? Because nothing makes winter feel civilized faster than pulling warm, pillowy buns out of the oven. These are not sad store buns that collapse…
French bread comes from the store, right? You’ve been lied to. That perfectly crispy, chewy French bread doesn’t actually come from the store—it comes from you. Yes, you. With flour-dust fingerprints, warm kitchen air, and a dough hook or steady forearms, you can bake loaves that smell like romance novel covers and taste like travel…