I am not and will never be a ‘food blogger’. It’s hard for me to take the time to look up a recipe, much less pick one out, document my attempt in a series of pictures that showcase it in a myriad of half formed stages and then somehow dream up witty remarks to write about it.
Major props to those who are, but I’d rather just eat my experiments in peace, thank you very much.
But don’t think that means I’m not interested in food. I have a passion for foodstuffs that forms the foundation of many of my deeply held values. I pursue environmental sustainability and self-sufficiency because I care so much about where my food comes from and because I want to get it from as authentic a source as I can, especially if that means raising it myself. (See: Raising Meat Rabbits).
Before we were married, whenever I told people Ian and I were planning on moving to an isolated mountain top, they would inevitably respond in the same way. They would say something along the lines of,
“…oh that sounds very interesting! But I would have hated it at your age.
I always wanted to be in the middle of things and the isolation would have killed me!”
Unsurprisingly, I never knew how to respond to this. Should I apologize that our early married life choices differ from theirs? Or agree that odds were good we would be lonely and regret moving out here? I could have made some joking remark about how our only plan for surviving winter together was to hibernate…or turn into cannibals. But in all honesty it was a little offensive to have to constantly justify our life choices and try to convince dubious people that we didn’t feel we were missing out on our youth by choosing to live in West Virginia. It’s true that we can’t go out to eat more than once a month or so, and that we have yet to find any local people that actually want to be our friends. But everything has a trade off, and one thing we have gained by coming out here is TIME.
The two of us have never been out of school. We barely know how to structure an evening without piles of homework to fill a few hours. But living without internet, tv and working cell phones has caused us to be creative with our evenings, especially in regards to cooking. It’s been a huge joy to spend a couple hours at a time prepping and preparing food together. The long travel distance to grocery stores necessitates that we plan out our meals well in advance, and the encroaching Autumn weather has provided us with plenty of ripe fruit from the trees in our yard to process. I can’t imagine taking the time in my more normal life to stir a batch of apple butter on the stove for hours on end, but here, I can. It’s a blessing I hope we don’t tire of anytime soon.
Besides, if we don’t keep the oven going regularly, it will take a lot more effort to heat our big drafty house this winter!
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