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Tag Archives: homesteading
How many women does it take to pluck a chicken?
Spoiler alert- this post contains photos and video of a chicken being plucked. Although there is absolutely no blood and gore, the chicken is, of course, no longer living. It is not gruesome in any way, but it you’d rather not see a dead chicken, this post is not for you. Continue reading
Feminism? What’s THAT got to do with chickens?
When I was setting up this blog, I made the tag line “food, farm animals, and feminists.” In part, the alliteration made me giggle…but there was a deeper reason as well. I think that much of the online resources about … Continue reading
The 2nd Annual Pig and Pie
This led, as you do on roadtrips, to a rambling conversation about pigs, raising pigs, eating pigs, ROASTING pigs… And before we knew it, I’d found directions online to build a pig roaster, and a plan was hatched. Continue reading
Question of the day: Is this rabbit pregnant??
As you may remember, the very first post for this blog detailed our ongoing difficulties in getting our new Blue American rabbits successfully bred and delivered. I even put a little ticker on the bottom of the blog, counting off … Continue reading
Connection, and the Matriarchy of Sourdough
I have a conflicted relationship with my own generational ties of food and love, and yes…obligation to the women of my family of origin. At the same time, I am blessed to have passionate, strong, supportive ties to the women of my community, my heart’s ancestors and kin, with whom I share meals and comfort and struggle. This is echoed in the little pots of sourdough I’ve sent off with friends, so that a piece of my kitchen and the work of my hands can be shared between us. Continue reading
Impulse chickens.
Well, it’s still snowy here. Snow over a substantial layer of muck and mud, that is. Which is why, I imagine, I slipped and almost fell out walking the dogs this afternoon. Fortunately, I didn’t QUITE totally fall, into the … Continue reading
Snow Day: with Cabbage, Salt, and Time
Well, we finally got real snow here in North Carolina, after 2 rounds of Southern Snow Panic that didn’t quite pan out. There’s a solid 6-8 inches of beautiful packy, heavy, tree-limb bending, perfect snowball snow. Waking up this morning, … Continue reading
