My current topic of fascination is how to devise the healthiest way to feed my family while staying in the confines of my food budget. I will spare you even the Cliff’s Notes version of the reams of research I have conducted. Wading through mounds of contradictory information is not for the faint of heart, and nowadays I’m not even getting paid for it! One thing I will throw out is a link to an interesting New Yorker article that tackles the “How organic is organic and do you even care?” question.
I’ve come to some conclusions, which I’ve run by my much more deliberate and balanced husband in order to provide a common sense barrier to my tendency toward hysteria and hooklineandsinkerism. Here’s what we’re going to do (thus far):
1) We’re going to get one cow share from a farm that lots of families at church vouched for. We’re probably going to have to be on the waiting list, but I’ve tasted this milk and it’s worth it. Sadly, Josh will not be drinking the milk because he thinks he doesn’t like it even though he’s never tried it. I’m generally a skim milk fan, because I think store-bought milk of higher fat content tastes thick and nasty and leaves unpleasant residue in my throat. The farm milk is light in consistency like skim milk, but tastes much better. It’s like if you were drinking Folger’s crystals and then switched to real coffee. It’s still just brown water, but the taste is much better. I’m not sure that analogy works, so I’ll move on to the next point!
2) We’re going to get free-range, no-hormones-no-antibiotics meat from local farms. Actually we’re going to get it from the Gaskins because they have a surplus, but the Gaskins are getting it from local farms. I figured out what our annual meat needs are, and how to get that much meat into our freezer for a reasonable cost. Future posts may report on how we like leaner local meat.
3) I’ll continue to try to coax food products out of our teeny weeny vegetable garden (update: one tomato plant has a flower! Woo hoo!) and will try to get some local organic produce to use or freeze when time and budget permit.
4) I will continue to wish I had what it takes to be a farmer. What does it take? First off, it takes a husband who also wants to be a farmer. 🙂 Since I am highly satisfied with my husband, despite the fact that he fancies himself a city-boy, the conversation ends there. 🙂