I always knew I wanted a simple life.
I grew up reading the Little House on the Prairie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder, wishing and dreaming that I could have been a pioneer. Not long after, I devoured the Anne of Green Gables books, and longed to live with the Cuthbert’s on their homestead.
I lived on a farm too, but we grew apples, then grapes, then herbs, and it never felt the same as those I read about in my books. It wasn’t until many years later that I realized the lifestyle I yearned for was one of self-sufficiency, when I first caught a glimpse into the life of my in-laws. They go about their days growing and raising, harvesting and grinding, fermenting and preserving nearly every morsel of food that is laid upon their table. I was amazed and inspired to one day do the same.
Fabien and I spent a few more years trotting around the country before we finally ended up somewhere we could begin pursuing this lifestyle we so desired.
Ironically enough, we landed right back where my dreams of a simple life started – my parents’ farm. Nearly two years ago, we moved into their basement suite and immediately began tilling up the soil to plant a vegetable garden, and renovated the dilapidated chicken coop to house a new batch of chicks. There are really no words to describe how satisfying it is to cook a meal made entirely from the food you’ve grown and raised yourself. It is something that has truly become our passion, and a journey we have only just embarked on…