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The other day I had one of my favorite meals. It was ground meat in a cream sauce over mashed potatoes, served with carrots.
Doesn't sound overly special, but what I liked about it was that all of the meal -- 95% of it -- was grown or harvested by me or my family.
The meat was venison shot last year by my dad, we grew the potatoes in the garden last year (and they are officially reached that wrinkled and sprout-growing stage) and the carrots were the same, only we canned them two or three years ago.
The milk and the butter were purchased... but still, it was nice. I love the feeling of self-sufficiency and competence that comes with that sort of meal.
Time was when most of the meals my family ate were like that. Actually most of the meals at my folks house still are.
In a very real way it makes me feel very connected to the world.
And it was tasty, too.
Doesn't sound overly special, but what I liked about it was that all of the meal -- 95% of it -- was grown or harvested by me or my family.
The meat was venison shot last year by my dad, we grew the potatoes in the garden last year (and they are officially reached that wrinkled and sprout-growing stage) and the carrots were the same, only we canned them two or three years ago.
The milk and the butter were purchased... but still, it was nice. I love the feeling of self-sufficiency and competence that comes with that sort of meal.
Time was when most of the meals my family ate were like that. Actually most of the meals at my folks house still are.
In a very real way it makes me feel very connected to the world.
And it was tasty, too.
