When we’re little kids we all dream up these big extravagant dreams and imagine what we’ll be when we “grow up”. I always said I wanted to be a singer. After all, with a name like Brittany I was destined for fame right? Guess not.
Anyways, one thing is for sure, I never imagined I’d grow up and call myself a farmer. I don’t think I pictured myself dealing with chicken shit in addition to baby shit.Saying that makes me realize how much shit I actually deal with on a daily basis…a lot of pooh! It just goes to show you that you really never know whats around the next corner in life. One minute I was struggling my way through nursing school, and the next minute I’m barefoot and pregnant cleaning up chicken poop. Just kidding on the barefoot part! That’s just dangerous around here! That reminds me of the saying, “if you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans”. This holds true for me. I planned on being a nurse who specializes in OB, I planned on going back to school after my maternity leave and continuing my life as a working mother. I planned, God laughed, you know how it goes. What I didn’t plan on was being happy as a stay at home mom, and being so absurdly passionate about growing my own food. I didn’t plan for that but that’s exactly what happened.
After my first son was born, we bought a little piece of property back in my hometown. I found myself in a very rural area, a food desert actually, with little access to fresh healthy food for my family. After a few times of having to drive to the next county over for fresh food, and some insanely expensive grocery bills, I decided that I’d just start growing my family’s food myself. Go ahead, laugh! I want you to! When people laugh at me, it just pisses me off and makes me work harder. That’s exactly why I was able to birth both of my sons without medication; so many people said I couldn’t do it. Watch me!! Anyways, back to finding the farm….I spent all of last year proving to myself and others that we could and would be self sustainable for our food needs. While I was busy making good on my word, I fell madly in love with the lifestyle. Truly, madly, deeply, in love with agriculture!
What is the farm to table lifestyle? Well, here’s where things get complicated because I hate to use labels. Basically what we do is raise and grow our own food as naturally as possible, and then I prepare all of it in the kitchen. My goal has always been to eat as much REAL food as possible and avoid as much processed food as we can. This means I’m in the kitchen cooking A LOT! Like, literally all the time. When I think about all the ways our body’s benefit from wholesome food, cooking as much as I do doesn’t seem so bad.Although, I wouldn’t mind having someone else clean it up afterwards. It’s satisfying to know exactly where my food comes from. There’s a sense of accomplishment when we harvest an animal and know that it was raised humanely and harvested ethically. Our life has more meaning since we started farming, actually everything has more meaning to us now. When you’re not directly part of obtaining your food, it’s very easy to take good, wholesome food for granted. Once you start getting involved with agriculture and see all the work that actually goes into growing it all, you appreciate it more and waste less. Bringing the farm to the table has made me a better person, a better mother, a better wife, a better woman. Its made me whole!
This farm to table lifestyle that I live has a reputation for being the “simple life”. That may be true in one sense when it comes to materialism, but in another sense its immensely complex and dynamic. We are smack dab in the middle of the circle of life and there’s nothing simple about that. We create life and help it grow in the gardens, and we so humbly take life from our animals to put food on the table. As simple as it may seem, the feelings and emotions it creates for me will never be simple.One thing is for sure though, I simply LOVE this life of mine!I’m so glad I found the farm!