• 100-Mile Food,  Gardening

    A Harvest-Time Confession

    I do realize that it’s been over two months since I’ve posted anything. Meaning, in the course of our one-year journey towards local eating, almost a quarter of the year has been swallowed up in the black hole, mind-numbing abyss called harvest time. What started as an idealistic, Utopian induced “adventure” has quickly spiraled into a full-time job. Harvest time is not for the faint of heart. I spend most of my days blanching, freezing, peeling, dehydrating, slicing, canning, fermenting, and wistfully daydreaming of white snowy landscapes devoid of any form of work-inducing vegetation. It’s true. I’m pining for winter, my full pantry and the hours that I’ll be able to devote to…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Camping and Local Food: aka “What Have We Done?!”

    Almost two weeks in and now I’m beginning to wonder what we signed ourselves up for. We leave for camping tomorrow with some of our closest friends. While I’m looking forward to most everything camping entails – hiking, long hours at the beach, campfires, bikes rides, reading, being totally unplugged – I am not looking forward to eating while camping. Or more specifically, eating local while camping.  In the past, food was one of the last things that I worried about while camping. Anyone with young kids can attest to the fact that camping (specifically, tent camping) is not relaxing. So, in my world, one way to minimize stress while camping was…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Week One: The Feddema’s 100-Mile Local Food Journey

    We’re almost one week into our 100-Mile Food Journey and it’s been rather dull. Maybe my expectations were a little too high. I was expecting this week to be overwhelmingly pivotal: feelings would range from excitement to tearing my hair out in desperation. But in reality, not much has changed. It’s all been rather anti-climactic. Realistically, transitioning our food over to strictly local food does not happen overnight. The sad truth is that we have enough food stored up in our pantry to eat like non-locals for likely a month. The even sadder thing? If we hadn’t pledged to eat local food for the next year, I’d likely be standing…

  • 100-Mile Food

    Soil Beneath My Nails

    Even though here in Ontario spring has taken forever to shed it’s winter-y skin, it’s that time of year again. The trees are that vibrant, eye-aching chartreuse green that can only been noticed in May. The soil smells wet and dank after soaking up the snow and torrential April showers. Every breath is full of promise and anticipation. Anyone who knows me well enough will know at this time of the year, it’s likely easier to find me at the greenhouse than anywhere else. My manicure consists of garden soil French tips, and I’m probably wearing my harem pants because they make me feel more like Mother Earth. This time…

  • Simple Living

    It’s Been a While…and My Legs are Sore

    Hello, again. It’s been a while. I feel like I almost need to reintroduce myself. Life has been a wonderful, messy conglomeration of chicken-coop building, garden-planting, end-of-the-year schooling, and all around savouring the warm weather. Keeping up with my blog has very quickly shifted to a back-burner pastime. However, we have continued on in our journey of striving to live life more slowly, more intentionally, despite my lack of communication. In fact, this whole season has filled our lives with opportunities to live with less, to live more simply, to savour slow living. We have embraced “urban” farming (yes, all you followers from back home in Huron County will likely…