I don’t just love eating food, either. I actually like cooking it. I also happen to love growing it. Recently I have become interested in preserving it, which has led me down a rabbit hole of discovery. Apparently there’s a whole movement of people that are putting up food – drying, freezing, canning. I have a pile of books ordered for me at the library all describing how you can live on a few acres of land and feed a family of four. This has led to my recent post on Facebook about wanting to grow my own wheat. I guess to me there has always been something romantic about living off the land.
It’s strange the discoveries I have made post-beginning of motherhood. There are certain dreams of mine that I’ve either forsaken or postponed, but there are others that I have developed postpartum. I would love to go back to college, for instance, and I still think about becoming a Veterinarian. I want to travel the world and I want to write novels and I want to do a whole slew of things. For now, though, my focus is taking care of the needs of my burgeoning family. I really enjoy this role, and though there are days when I think: Am I really doing something big or important right now? I know that there are endless benefits to raising healthy children and caring for my husband.
So now I need to realize my next food conquest. Is it moving south so I can grow an olive orchard (and press my own olive oil!)? Or is it growing a wheat field in my back yard? I suppose I could try to raise bees or chickens. Perhaps as our children grow older my focus will take another direction and we will start keeping horses and breeding prize-winning foals. Or maybe our kids will become deeply involved in the art world and we’ll have our very own camera crew. I may be lost in the dust a little if we have somehow spawned mathematicians but no matter what the outcome – I’m excited for the adventure ahead of us.
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