You don’t have to move to the middle of nowhere to become a 'homesteader'. You can start right where you are. Today.
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My name is Cindy. I guess you could say my homesteading journey began in our second floor walk up apartment when we were newly married. It was fun to finally be “playing-house” for real, and I suppose I never really grew out of that stage. It just got realer and realer as time went on.
Now I am the mother of five grownup children who all have children of their own. One of my sons called me a “closet hutterite“. Made me laugh. But I couldn’t think of a suitable retort. Still working on that one.
These five great kids have given us nineteen wonderful grandchildren who are the joy of our lives. I am married to my best friend. His name is Dan, and he is not a closet hutterite. But he’s a patient sorta guy who doesn’t mind living with one. Most of the time.
Truth is, in the beginning of our life together we thought (and hoped and prayed) we’d one day live on a small farm. ….. Well, life doesn’t always work out exactly how we picture it in our younger years does it? It didn’t materialize quite the same way we dreamed it might, but that is totally okay. Sometimes Heavenly Father gently nudges us in a different direction, and so here is where we are. In a big Canadian city, surrounded by lots of good neighbours. They’re also patient sorta people. That helps.
Many years ago, I lost my punch bowl in a move. . . .
I mentioned it to my sister and asked her to keep her eye open for one if she came across a good deal. She phoned me one day to say “I found a punch bowl at a garage sale. I picked it up for you if you still want one. I paid five dollars for it. The only problem is that its blue.”
I paid her for it and it really was quite lovely – even though it was ‘blue’.
Who would make a blue punch bowl anyway? And why? It makes your red punch look brown.
Still, we used it when we had company. I would ask one of the kids to “go down and get the punch bowl“. It started out with twelve cups but sadly, one got broken. And the ladle is long since disappeared. But life happens right?
Some time later I happened to be browsing in an antique store and found the identical set. Priced at almost $400 Cdn. !!! Whoah! It is surprising how a little education can change one’s perspective.
When I thought it was worth five dollar I sent the kids to retrieve it, I let the kids wash it. Suddenly I was saying “Don’t touch the punch bowl! I will get it.” In actual fact it was an INDIANA CARNIVAL GLASS Blue Harvest Grape Punch bowl set. Popular when my grandmothers were setting up housekeeping, although neither of them had anything like it.
Even though it was the same punch bowl set, I became a little more invested in it. A little more stressed out about ‘the kids bringing it up stairs’. What if it dropped? What if …. heaven forbid, another cup got broken? Although I always take good care of things, I began to take especially good care of this punch bowl. I began washing it personally and carefully. I dried it personally and carefully. . . . . .
What made the difference? The punches I served in it still tasted the same, still a little strangely coloured because of the blue glass. The same. Outwardly nothing had changed. The only thing that had changed was one little piece of information that I hadn’t been aware of before. Information that had always been true – I just didn’t know about it. A detail that involved somebody else’s perspective. . . . . IT had not changed. I changed. My understanding changed. And that changed my behaviour.
It remains a good analogy to me of many things, but mostly to contemplate what I might be worth, considering the high price my Saviour paid for me. At some points in my life – I may have convinced myself I was only worth five dollars, and if that was true, then clearly I didn’t need nor deserve special care. But the fact is, someone paid a very high price for me – whether I understood it or not. Whether I even accepted it or not. That price was so great that it caused Him “to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit”. (D&C 19:18) His love for me was so great that He willingly took my name personally through the sacred temple of Gethsemane. I imagine Him gently washing my wounds and drying my tears. Personally. And carefully. Because my ‘worth’ to Him, is a very ‘Personal’ thing.
My punch bowl sits in an honoured place now. In my kitchen. Behind a glass door, where I see it often. And it speaks to me. Of mistaken identity. Of inherent value. Of Divine Nature. Of the sacred worth of souls. . . . .
I imagine myself – a Blue Indiana Carnival Glass punch bowl set. Sadly, one of my cups is broken, and my ladle is long since disappeared. . . .
My heart is full today. I am still feeling the ‘feels’ of an astounding observation that culminated in a few short hours yesterday.
“Because I have been given much I too must give”
For many months of the year I plan for and work to pull off my assigned responsibilities in an annual city wide Food Drive. This is a big event and my husband and I head up the efforts in the southeast part of Edmonton, a specific geographic area that comprises our stake. A “stake” to Latter-day Saints, is a church administrative/governmental unit composed of multiple congregations or “wards”. Each stake has its own leadership that manages the overall affairs that influence each congregation in it. Over the last decade our the “stake” I belong to has been conducting an annual large-scale Food Drive that has grown from the efforts of a single congregation in 2009, to include all five stakes in the greater Edmonton area as well as surrounding communities. This Food Drive collects donations to provide our local Food Banks with essentials to feed those in need who visit them. It has become a major player in the overall collection of sufficient food. Every out-of-Edmonton congregation who participates, collects for their local Food Bank.
“Because of thy great bounty Lord each day I live”
I want to tell you here that I have a tremendous amount of respect for the charity we all know locally as Food Banks, and the special people who work in them. Perhaps I can tell you more about it in a future post, but for now that is another story for another time.
“I shall divide my gifts from Thee with every brother that I see Who has the need of help from me”
In our situation we have six local congregations who participate with Dan and I in this wonderful charitable event in the greater Edmonton area, and three more congregations who also do so on different days in their own outlying areas. The project has grown to be so big and all inclusive that governing it to mobilize the veritable ARMY of volunteers required to canvas every single home in Edmonton and its satellite communities, is a tremendous undertaking. Currently there is a couple who act as Regional Representatives who undertake to work with each Stake, and there are five stakes each with a Stake Coordinator that have approximately ten congregations within them. Each congregation or ward, has their own local coordinator who divides their ward (geographic area) into routes. They then motivate and gather dozens of volunteer families to take responsibility for one or more of those routes. These route volunteers deliver notices to each home on their route during the week prior to the Food Drive, and then go back and pick up donations from those same homes. The donations are brought to drop off points where they are loaded on to Food Drive semi trailers delivered there the day before.
“because I have been sheltered, fed by Thy good care I cannot see another’s lack and I not share”
This brings me up to yesterday. I had been working within our stake for months, coordinating efforts of the wards to motivate and enthuse their members to save the date and get involved as volunteers. Some had organized field trips to the Food Bank to provide their members with context and a personal connection for it. Some had spoken in church and born testimony of the meaningful service we were engaged in. All had been regularly announcing and building up enthusiasm. All had coordinated routes and in the weeks prior to the Food Drive, assigned routes to volunteer families. This is a project that our local stake leaders in consultation with each other, had agreed would not only be of great benefit to our community, but would also be one within which the members of our congregations could experience meaningful selfless service. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are all about meaningful, selfless service, so it was a perfect fit.
“my glowing fire, my loaf of bread, my roof’s safe shelter overhead – that he too may be comforted”
I arrived at the meetinghouse around 9:30 in the morning. Ashli, Esli and the Becks were already there. It was cold. Bitter cold for September 29 in Edmonton. The wind had picked up and we all wished we had worn something warmer. We brought tables out of the stake centre and set them up. We set up pylons borrowed from the city to use to funnel traffic. More volunteers arrived. I gave them instructions, explained my vision for the day, and charged young Esli (who had taken the day off work to be with us) to be their ‘foreman’. Our donuts arrived with Bishop Siakaluk who set up a table just out of the weather where people could gather and share their experiences and something sweet in warmth. Ward reps arrived and set up stations to take reports from their route volunteers.
“Because I have been blessed by thy great love dear Lord; I’ll share thy love again according to thy word”
Shortly after 10:15 our first donor car arrived and we put into practise what we had discussed. It always works so beautifully when the cars come by ones. LOL
Then a few more cars, and a few more. Before long it had turned into a veritable Beehive of activity. More cars, and pretty soon there was a line up of vehicles, volunteers unloading as fast as they could to get them on their way. Other volunteers transferred from table-to-trailer. More volunteers working on the trailer began loading up the first of the twenty four bins. Some route volunteers anxious to lend a hand, parked and joined the the brigade that transferred food from vehicle-to-table-to-trailer-to-bin. Many hands make light work.
“I shall give love to those in need, I’ll show that love by word and deed; Thus shall my thanks be thanks in deed.”
When I could spare a few minutes I did a couple of live videos to share the action with those who could not be there. I would love to have been a bird watching it from above. It was a wonderful thing to be part of.
As it happens, Dan and I were billeting two high school students from Nova Scotia this week, delegates of this year’s Canadian Student Leadership Conference hosted by one of local high schools – HARRY AINLEY. Part of our commitment as a billeting family was to provide some meaningful activity for them on Saturday afternoon. Since both Dan and I were obligated to stay at our posts till 2:00 we invited them to join one of us. They arrived around 12:30, just in time for the busiest part to have subsided, but they were still able to put their shoulders-to-the-wheel and help us finish up. We were happy to have them. (Big regret that I didn’t get their picture. Argh ….)
In the end – we FILLED all 24 of the bins in that trailer. First time ever!
By all reports, it seems that every other area was ‘up’ in their donations too. This weekend, we blew it outta the water. Full to overflowing, with lots of stuff on the floor that we couldn’t fit in. We couldn’t have fit another box of cornflakes into that trailer!
This morning I sat in church – still feeling the feels …. . SO many good people all gathered together for one huge charitable purpose – to gather food for other people who’s names and faces they do not even know. After months of anticipation and preparation on the part of so many behind the scenes, it culminated in a tremendous outpouring of “love to those in need“. Truth is – although it took hundreds of volunteers to gather the food, it took literally THOUSANDS who voluntarily gave. Gave from their own pantries, or gave what they purchased specifically for the Food Bank. There were some donations that were so incredibly generous we shook our heads in disbelief when we heard the stories. Truly there are those who have tender experience with the Food Bank and who for their own personal reasons – give so generously. At the time of this writing, Canadians are preparing to celebrate “Thanksgiving”. That one time in the year that we really do pause and reflect on the blessings that are ours. We count them one by one, and express gratitude to the source of all those blessings. The significance of the blending of these two great occasions is not lost on me.
The great prophet Moroni tells us that “charity .. is the greatest of all” and I truly believe it. He tells us that in the end, “all things must fail — but charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever” (Moroni 7:46,47) This weekend I witnessed “charity” and it warmed my heart to overflowing. This morning, by no mere coincidence I’m sure, the opening hymn we sang was that beloved prayer of gratitude and charity by American poet Grace Crowell “Because I Have Been Given Much“. It is probably my most favourite hymn of all. I attempted to sing it with the congregation – to join my voice to this prayer in music, but sometimes sounds don’t come out of my mouth when my eyes are leaking, and I had to be content to listen. I was content to do so. Truly content.
“Because I have been given much, I too must give; Because of thy great bounty Lord, Each day I live; I shall divide my gifts from thee With every brother that I see Who has the need of help from me.
Because I have been sheltered, fed By thy good care; I cannot see another’s lack and I not share; My glowing fire, my loaf of bread, my roof’s safe shelter overhead That he too may be comforted.
Because I have been blessed by thy great love dear Lord; I’ll share thy love again According to thy word; I shall give love to those in need, I’ll show that love by word and deed; Thus shall my thanks be thanks in deed.”
Thank-you Edmonton and district around, you did good this week. You did good.
Warmly,
Cindy Suelzle
a postscript : At this point there are still many multi-family complexes and apartment buildings that are not getting canvassed simply because of manpower. If you have an interest in taking a route for next year’s event, we would love to recruit community volunteers to help us with our Food Drive 2019. If you will comment below and reach out to me, I will put you in touch with a team leader in your geographic part of the city. If you’re not in Edmonton, tell me where you are. I will do my best to put you in touch with a team leader in your neck of the woods. There are annual Food Drives in many Alberta communities. “By small and simple things, great things come to pass”, and truly this is a Great thing!
I have always been interested in good health and nutrition, and like all moms wanting to ensure my kids received the very best I knew how (and had the ability to provide), I had to rely on information that came from a variety of sources. The problems arose when informational sources contradicted themselves. I am sure you’ve found that happens – not infrequently.
Like the whole butter vs margarine debate of the 80’s – which apparently we’re still debating ….. and of course the fat vs no-fat debate. etc.
One can really get wrapped up in knots trying to decipher, give credibility where it’s due and be suspicious without being cynical. Like others I swayed from time to time between fads and science, being in a specific camp only to find out that my sources of information were either wrong, or became suspect because they had hidden agendas or something to sell. Argh …
I decided long ago that when in question about what to feed my family, there was one guideline I can rely on completely to remove all doubt. It is brief and simple but profound in its straightforwardness, and upon investigation one can see incredible wisdom. What is it?
Counsel given long enough ago as to remove all modern conspiracy theories (😉) and yet still be relevant to the world I currently live in.
“All wholesome herbs God hath ordained for the constitution, nature and use of man. Every herb in the season thereof and every fruit in the season thereof, all these to be used with prudence and thanksgiving.”
(D&C 89:10,11)
This portion of a larger code of health called “the WORD OF WISDOM” was recorded in February of 1833, and whether you believe it was from the personal writings of an individual, or that it was given as heavenly revelation, I’ll leave it up to you. But it deserves a close look in light of today’s understanding.
I want to refer to the phrase “in the season thereof”.
I find that increasingly significant in this day when the typical North American can eat watermelon and apples twelve months a year. Firstly, what is referred to by the word herb? as in “every herb in the season thereof“. In the mid nineteenth century the word herb was often synonymous with our word ‘vegetable’, and the meaning quite literally is – any edible plant in or on the ground, that dies back to soil level at the end of the growing season. So modernizing the line – “Every [vegetable] in the season thereof and every fruit in the season thereof” – simplifies our discussion.
It is easy to understand that in 1833 eating fruits and vegetables in the season they grew would be the most beneficial. At the time, the only accessible ways for the average home to preserve would have been temporary cold storage, ferment or pickle, or in some climates to sun dry, but clearly each method was only suitable for a narrow range of foods, and all were completely weather dependent. And frankly, only for the extension of a few months at best. But still, one does the best one knows how to do right? It was pretty obvious you would get more nutrition from a ‘fresh’ apple eaten in its season, than one stored in the root cellar for several months or dehydrated. But still in the middle of winter, a dehydrated apple is a welcome variation. Although fresh cabbage is preferable, sauerkraut would be a close a second in the middle of January. . . . . you get the point.
So here we are, almost two centuries later – and we can have ‘fresh’ tomatoes in our salads all year round. We see watermelon, oranges, bananas and even blueberries and raspberries on the supermarket shelves in every month of the year. Many fruits we buy from the produce department don’t grow during any season in the country I live in. Bananas, pineapple, mangoes, kiwi, ….. and my personal favourite, citrus fruits. Most of us wouldn’t know if those fruits even had seasons, let alone what they are. Well, let me put your mind at ease. They do. The question is, should we really eat everything all the time, just because we can? I’m gonna save you some time because I am not interested in the debate. I say – “no. We shouldn’t.” If we really want the fruits and vegetables to be of optimum value to us, we should eat them “in the season thereof”. So the next questions would naturally be ‘why?’ and ‘how?’ and ‘what even IS the season?’
Lets get 7 important and applicable facts on the table to begin with:
#1 – fruits and vegetables begin to deteriorate in the hour they are harvested. Nutritionally and in every other way. This implies that ideally, we’d want the journey from “field to fork” to be as short as possible.
#2 – taste and natural colour are excellent indicators of nutritional value. They are intrinsically connected. You can count on it, and trust your taste.
#3 – many fruits and even vegetables we buy in grocery stores are harvested before they have ripened. This gives producers the ability to pick, ship and market them with reduced risk of spoilage. Consider bananas. Does anyone in North America question that bananas are picked green? How often have you bought summer peaches, only to have them be ‘not quite ready’ to eat? Still a little too green or firm. Pears. Obviously picked green. Mangoes. I often joke that I used to buy them when they were green, throw them out when they were brown, and only occasionally eat them when they were orange. … Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining. Clearly, if we want to eat ‘fresh’ bananas in Edmonton, they must be picked before they’re ripe. I totally understand they couldn’t possibly make the trip if it were otherwise. However …. there is always a price to be paid right?
#4 – When a fruit ripens on the tree, it is complete. Fully developed. With all the vitamins and minerals and other nutrients that nature intended. If we could eat that mango right off the tree, then wow! Wouldn’t we expect to taste the difference? Phytonutrients are the very important antioxidant nutrients contained in fruits and vegetables. They are among the last to develop in the ripening process. Wait! That implies that by picking a peach before its ripe, its nutrition is incomplete? Or at the very least – compromised?
Yeah, it does. In fact, vitamin C is one of those very important antioxidants, and don’t we expect a fresh peach to be loaded with vitamin C? Well yes. Of course. And fairly so. But another fact is ….
#5 – most produce travels thousands of miles to reach its destination markets. We aren’t all fortunate enough to live in a climate where peaches and apricots and blackberries grow in abundance. And even if we did live in Hawaii where pineapple and mangoes grow just down the way, that means we don’t live in a place that grows raspberries and blueberries. Hold that thought.
#6 – the apples we buy in the grocery store are never ‘fresh’. In fact almost without exception, they were picked last year and kept in cold storage all these months. It is the only way to ensure apples stay on the grocery store shelf twelve months a year. Lets face it, when we eat an apple in May – we KNOW it had to have been picked eight or nine months ago. At the very least. Lets think about that ‘fresh’ apple. Is it reasonable to expect it to be as nutritious as it was in the days after it was harvested? No! That is completely not reasonable. So if you want to eat an apple for your lunch in June, then reduce your nutritional expectation out of it.
How are apples kept so good looking all those months? They’re put into what’s known as Controlled Atmosphere storage where they sit in a sort of stasis. The temperature is very low, and oxygen levels are reduced to 2% which prevents them from ripening; some growers call it “putting them to sleep.” I am not complaining. It’s a part of modern food science that keeps the world eating. And it is necessary with the sense of entitlement that North American consumers have, that tells us we should be able to eat apples whenever we want. It’s a habit we’ve become accustomed to. Personally, I love apples in the fall – when they’re crisp and juicy and at their best. I don’t like them as much when they’re not at their best, and I don’t feel the need to eat them 12 months a year. I will admit however, that I will eat freeze dried apples in those off months – because they are always at their best. But more about that later.
#7 – going back to fact #1 “fruits and vegetables begin to deteriorate within the hour they are harvested”, when would it be best to eat a fruit or vegetable? As soon after harvest as possible obviously.
#8 – in the area that I live, there are no fruits or vegetables ‘in season’ for almost 8 months of the year. So clearly, those of us in the northern areas must be creative to eat a variety of food with the best possible preservation of nutrients.
So, does that mean that we shouldn’t eat apples in the spring? Or watermelons in the fall or winter? I don’t believe it does. Do whatever you want. Eat whatever you want. But be reasonable in your expectations of the food you’re eating. Don’t expect them to be what they cannot be. So how does one eat a good variety of fruits and vegetables all year round? And make no mistake, variety is important when we’re nourishing our bodies.
Going back to the counsel I quoted above: “All wholesome herbs God hath ordained for the constitution, nature and use of man. Every herb in the season thereof and every fruit in the season thereof.” (Word of Wisdom)
It is so simple. I am a purist when it comes to the source of this type of counsel. I am convinced that my Heavenly Father quite literally is not only interested in my health and well being, but that He is invested in it. To the point that He is telling me what is best for me. (not by constraint, but by loving counsel). He is telling me to eat fruits and vegetables when they are the most nutritious and beneficial to my health and well being. Did He anticipate that one day we wouldn’t be bound to what we could reap from the earth ourselves? or buy from local farmers? Oh I believe He anticipated everything in my world today. And yet still, He counsels me that ALL wholesome fruits and vegetables He ordained for my use. “For the constitution, nature and use of man.” Not only that, but He tells me we should eat them with “prudence and with thanksgiving“. (D&C 89:10,11)
How could we obey the spirit of the counsel to eat fruits and vegetables “in the season” while still partaking of the wonderful variety our present circumstances provide? To be ‘prudent’ is to be wise and practical especially when considering the future. It implies care and attention to the details of one’s best interests. To use ‘thanksgiving’ is to give grateful acknowledgement of “benefits and favours” especially to God. I think we can agree that thanksgiving is a personal state of mind, completely between oneself and God, but to be clear, it is important to God that we are grateful and express that gratitude. I’ll leave that up to you.
One of the things I am very grateful to modern food science for is the science of freeze drying. Developed and used by ancient people (the Incas in the Andes) to the extent they had the ability to harness the elements of sun and cold temperature, it became a serious science during the Second World War to send stable blood components to hospitals overseas. It really took off during the years of developing space travel. In need of highly nutritious food that didn’t require water and with a long shelf life, it became the subject of very important study. Thank-you space industry.
The process locks in nutritional value better than any other way of preserving food – even cold storage.
The result: a food with the highest nutritional value, second only to straight-out-of-the-garden. That’s right! Fruits and vegetables that remain the nutritional power houses they were on the day they were picked ripe from the tree or garden.
What is the science of freeze drying?
Well, its really very simple. Its a two step process:
1) flash freeze
2) remove remaining moisture.
That combination = freeze dried. Of course ‘simple’ means the process is pretty straight forward. There is still a lot of science and technique involved in getting the very best result.
Many of us live in areas that have winter or non-growing seasons. In the spirit of prudence, I cannot think of a better way for me to abide by the spirit of eating “in the season thereof” or to ensure the food we eat is the best possible nutrition – than FREEZE DRIED food. Not only is it ‘fresher’ than some of the so-called ‘fresh’ foods in our grocery stores, retaining a higher and more stable level of nutritional value than grocery store produce, but protected in a sealed airtight container, it has an extended shelf life. Quite literally, stored properly it remains ‘in-season‘ for a very long time – 25 years and more.
And in the spirit of thanksgiving, I thank God for the science of freeze drying which provides the best food on earth to the masses, in all climates, and in all seasons. I am grateful for the counsel to eat fruits and vegetables when they can provide the most nourishment to our bodies, and I am grateful that inspired modern food science has provided a way for us to have food security and independence every season of the year.
The best way to eat fruits and vegetables? Still straight out of our gardens. No question. If we have them. Or as quickly as we can purchase them (from a local market garden, or farmer’s market), making that trip from-field-to-fork as short as possible.
The next best way? Freeze dried. Absolutely.
Having said all that – I do not own a freeze dryer. I know right? Seems contradictory. Some friends tell me they’re surprised since I am all about self reliance. food storage, and home production and such. I get it. I can, I freeze, I ferment and I dehydrate – but I choose not to freeze dry myself. Why not? Because in all those other circumstances, I believe I can produce a better end product. I know where my vegetables come from, where my berries, plums and apples come from, I know they’re organic, I know when they were picked, and I am in charge of all the things that I’m most particular about. As a general rule of thumb I don’t preserve produce I didn’t grow myself.
On the other hand, I don’t believe I can produce a better end product if I freeze dry myself. Why not? First of all, I would have to buy the peaches, mangoes, blueberries, bananas, etc in order to freeze dry them. I know the process of freeze drying and what would be required of me and my resources to produce a high quality end product, one that I could have confidence would still be the highest quality in 5-10-15+ years. It is involved, precise and expensive. Very expensive. And then there is the storage of it. The food can only be as good as how well I protect it. That is another process with another expense.
After the expense of the unit (which is only part of the picture), I feel that if I’m going to have to buy the food to freeze dry, I might just as well buy it already freeze dried.
And while I acknowledge that not all freeze drying companies are equal in their dedication to the quality I desire, I know one that is. I have had long experience with this company. I know many of the behind-the-scene details of this company and their processes. I have toured their facilities more than half a dozen times over the years, I have even participated in a few of the steps, and more than that – I have used their food for over a decade. It meets my requirements for quality on every level, and I have confidence that they’ll be around for all my future needs.
For others, purchasing a freeze drier might be the right choice, but for me and my purposes – unless something unforeseen happens in my future – I prefer to purchase my freeze dried fruits, vegetables, dairy and meat from Thrive Life. I highly recommend them. So firm is my resolve in that choice, that years ago I became a consultant with Thrive Life, enabling me to not only benefit from my own purchases, but earn an income as well. I like being able to represent a company that prioritizes quality and value the same way I do. It is important to me on a very personal level. So, while I love freeze dried food, I choose not to freeze dry myself. I find that the quality of the freeze dried food I feed my family and store for future use, gives me the nearest quality to fresh from my backyard garden as I can possibly get. And since I don’t grow bananas or pineapple in my own backyard garden, it opens the world to me – allowing my family to eat ‘in the season’, making that journey from field to fork in the nutritional equivalent of 2 – 4 hours. I’m hard pressed to get things from my garden to my table within 2 – 4 hours. It’s pretty hard to beat.
So if you’re like me, September is synonymous with fresh, crisp and delicious apples. When I was a little girl we waited for that first big early fall batch. My mom always bought them in boxes. I would shine them up with a damp cloth for the table. To this day there is nothing to compare with those deliciously crispy autumn apples. sigh ……
When I was young momming I wanted to provide the same experience for my kids. Every year I bought a few cases of fresh apples, straight from the orchard. We looked forward to it. It made fall worth it. My kids are gone now and I am not buying cases of apples. I am buying them by the bag at the grocery store, and I noted for several years that the fall apples I brought home were …. well, they were disappointing. No matter what store, no matter what type of apple, they were repeatedly disappointing and I began to suspect that my memories had led me astray. Why did I think apples were so wonderful this time of year anyway? Or worse, perhaps I had simply lost my taste for them. ….
I discovered a few years back that in most cases the apples on our supermarket shelves can be up to a year old. whaaaaat!!! Sometimes over a year old. In fact, the apples you’re buying this week are almost assuredly from the previous years’ harvest. Why? Well, think about it. If you want to eat apples in March, where are they gonna come from? You know that apples in North America generally ripen between August and October. When you buy an apple in May, you know that it had to have been picked last fall. Its a sign of our times that we want to have everything ALL the time. Well, there’s a cost to that sense of entitlement we’ve gotten used to.
Within weeks from harvest the natural process of deterioration will continue to break down an apple. According to the US Department of Agriculture, apples stored in temperature controlled, low humidity conditions with low levels of oxygen and high levels of carbon dioxide can be stored for months before being consumed. To extend the fruit’s post-storage quality it is sprayed with an ethylene blocking colourless gaseous compound called 1-methylcyclopropene. This same chemical is used to lessen the “de-greening of broccoli, browning of lettuce and bitterness of carrots” says USDA.
see source https://agresearchmag.ars.usda.gov/2007/oct/apples
I don’t want to come across as one of those conspiracy theorists who believe everyone’s out to wreck my day. And I find absolutely no fault in the concept of prolonging the life of produce. After all, our great grandparents (grandparents in my case) had root cellars for this express purpose. Heck, its why we have fridges. And I appreciate having the produce variety I’ve become accustomed to. Really I do. And I’m not on a soap box claiming that there is something inherently wrong with the process science has determined is the optimal way to ensure the masses eat apples all year long. But even if extending the life of apples is perfectly safe, a freshly picked apple is always going to be much better for you than one that was picked six or eight months ago.
So if you want to eat apples all year long, then you can be grateful to food science that makes it possible. But as with everything else in life, there is always that ‘cost’ we mentioned above. And that cost is nutrition. Apples are nutritional powerhouses. Remember the old adage we grew up with “an apple a day keeps the doctor away“. Apples are particularly rich in a type of antioxidant called polyphenols. But these antioxidants (as with most) are volatile and they dissipate over time. A year old apple retains close to zero of its all of its original antioxidant properties. That is something to take note of.
It is difficult to impossible to determine which supermarket apples are freshest until after they’re purchased and brought home. The people working in the produce department won’t be able to tell you. Often times the produce manager won’t be able to tell you either. The apples all come from legitimate sources. Those sources just happen to be the storage facility, not the orchard.
Sometimes even your farmer’s market vendor doesn’t know when the apples were picked. Unless they picked them themselves, or saw them picked, they probably can’t guarantee that they didn’t come from a quonset. So how can you know? Well, as with all fruits and vegetables – taste, colour, and texture are good indicators of nutritional integrity. You know how a fresh home grown tomato has so much more flavour than a store bought tomato? Same thing. There is something to be said for that wonderful crispness and unmistakable taste of a fresh apple. Trust your taste buds. If you are disappointed in the apple you’re eating, there’s probably a good reason why you should be. Problem is, we don’t taste the apples till we get home – purchase already made. argh …. Inevitably it seems that if I take the cautious route and only buy a few, the apples are terrific. If I take a chance and buy a big bag, they’re yucky. . . . . Or maybe that just happens to me.
If you don’t want to play that guessing game, how do you make sure the apple you’re eating is the BEST with the MOST nutritional value possible? Well, the answer is not very scientific. Simply buy your apples in season and eat them in season, and where possible, buy locally – so you can be sure they are “in the season“. If you have even a small yard (even in a townhouse), you can – in almost any zone, grow apples. There are some now that are known-hardy even in Alaska. I have a gorgeous, hardy apple tree in my backyard. Its been here longer than we’ve been here and its in the perfect spot. Right beside the play-centre for our grandkids, providing shade for the swings. The problem is that it has yucky apples. We’ve been sorely tempted to get rid of it many times as the apples just fall to the ground and make a mess. They’re not good eating apples. Don’t last very long. They make good juice and sauce but you’ve got to get on them immediately or they’re so bruised you don’t want them anymore. However, I recently learned, some pretty exciting news. I can take cuttings from other apple trees which I like much better and graft them onto this proven-hardy tree! I am super looking forward to next spring to do that exact thing. Which ones? I plan to graft in these varieties that I have tasted and talked to several local growers about: Norkent, Collette, Edmonton Borris, and September Ruby. These are all hardy in zone 3, and delicious and crisp, with various features that appeal to me.
Whatever you decide to do about apples, don’t fall into that mindset that you should be able to get (and eat) apples all year round. Why? What grand eternal rule says that eating apples twelve months a year is a basic human right? Most of us freely use the word “fresh” to describe the produce in the produce department of the grocery store. More accurate adjectives we could be using to describe them are “perishable or raw” or maybe “cold storage“, because as we’re learning, store bought fruits and vegetables are not all exactly “fresh” are they? Bottom line: if you choose to eat an apple in April, then simply adjust your expectations nutritionally. And for heavens sake don’t use that word “fresh” – because it simply isn’t so. This is true of all fruits and vegetables: the less “fresh” they are, the less nutrients they contain. Its okay. We can live with that. Its not gonna wreck our lives. Adjust.
I decided a few years ago that I was tired of being disappointed in the food I eat. I choose for the most part, to not buy apples past Christmas time. I decided to eat oranges in the cold months because that is the season in which they are harvested in North America. For the most part, I decided to eat only the tomatoes I grow. After all, “it’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato”. (lettering above the kitchen door leading out to my garden) And in those off seasons, I choose to eat the next best thing to ‘fresh’ (REAL fresh I mean) which is freeze dried, because freeze drying retains the nutritional integrity and value of fruits and vegetables. Of course, it all depends on how quickly the fruit can be freeze dried after harvest, and what the process and dedication to quality the producer has, but that’s a conversation for another time. As for the produce department version of fresh, I say “for the most part” because I am lucky. I live in the same society you do, and I know these foods are available to me almost daily. There might be a moment I decide to go ahead and buy a few – out of season. Simply because I can. – smile –
When we discovered we were expecting our fifth child we knew it was time to start looking for a bigger home. For some reason we thought we might find one simply because we were looking. Silly us.
Ours was a humble house, and that suited us fine. There was nothing spectacular about us anyway. But it was small, and we were very nearly big.
Its yard was pretty average for size, but we had made it into our own little garden of Eden. We made every inch count – both in the house and in the yard. A grassy area for the kids to play and a picnic table. A swing set for the littles. A trampoline we delivered flyers for two years to buy. A vegetable garden bordered by raspberries. A sizable strawberry patch. High bush cranberries, rhubarb, apple trees, a shady area with a hammock. And of course, my herb garden. And flowers. How can I live without flowers?
Dan had built me a greenhouse. Which I loved. Many happy hours were spent in it. … But again, our house was small. … In the warm months we spent a lot of time in the yard so it wasn’t as noticeable. But you probably know in Edmonton, there are plenty of non-warm months.
Before our last was born we anxiously looked for a bigger home. We thought we found one. Even made an offer. It didn’t work out. Over the next few years, from time to time we picked up the torch again and seriously looked, even made a couple of half hearted offers. Nothing ever worked out and it was just as well. I thought “it would have to be absolutely everything we want and need to justify leaving”. Even though our house was tiny, every corner had been made usable. Sometimes I would stand in the backyard and wonder “how can we ever leave this?” …. Then one day as I stood in the yard, gazing at our little corner-of-heaven-with-a-fence-around-it, a new thought entered my mind. “We made this! It was nothing more than an empty square yard with a little lonely apple tree smack-dab in the middle of it. ALL this we made. We cannot take it with us, but we can do it again. Whatever we did here we can do anywhere.” I knew then that we had permission to go. And I knew just as certainly, that the right opportunity would present itself. We would simply have to watch for it. And wait.
Soon enough, a friend phoned one day to say their neighbour was putting their house on the market the very next day. It had a big yard. They thought we’d be interested. We walked over to scout it out that evening. It was only a few blocks away. Nice. The kids wouldn’t have to change schools. In a crescent. Nice. The house was bigger than ours. Hard to say how much, but enough. We walked down the alley and peeked in the fence. Rough back yard. With a dead car parked in it. But big. With good DNA. It smiled at us. It wanted us. It needed us. And we listened. We went home and phoned another friend. A real estate agent. We told him “a house is going on the market tomorrow. We want it.” By 10:00 the next night we owned it. Two months later we moved in. Our fifth child (that baby), had just turned nine!
Sometimes we need to be patient. When we feel gratitude for our blessings, when we can “name them one by one” as the song goes, when we can be truly happy in our circumstances such as they are, when we beautify our own little corner of the world to the best of our ability, and when we can do all that continuing to live within our means, then really — nothing else matters does it? But when the right opportunity presents itself and calls you by name, you know it is time to act. Time to take the steps necessary to make a change. That doesn’t make it easy. It only makes it feel right. And then the rest? Well, you simply make it work.
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Admittedly, it took a long time before our new home earned the title ‘home’ in our hearts. Homes are made of memories and memories take a while to collect. The house we raised our five children in for twelve years was only 960 square feet. Small by any standards. But love thrives in small houses as well as it does in bigger ones. In the end, it was a good move. Best one we could have ever made I believe. We kept all our old friends. The kids all stayed in the same school. While we left some fabulous neighbours, we found new ones.
It took us a few years of experimenting before we figured out what we wanted to do with our yards front and back. Heck, it took two years just to get rid of the thistle in the lawn so that we could walk barefoot on it. We followed a pattern that we had established many years before, when we bought our first home (a fixer upper). That pattern? To complete two major household projects a year: one inside and one outside. As we could afford them. The inside one is generally tackled somewhere between October and April. The outside one is taken care of in the warmer months. Some projects are big, like removing walls and laying hardwood flooring, redoing the kitchen or putting in a bathroom. Some projects are smaller like replacing a single window or painting a room. All must be affordable. And by that, I mean something we don’t have to borrow money for. The final determining factor on ‘what’ and ‘when’ is whether we can pay for it right now.
We live by the adage that debt should be avoided like we would avoid the plague. Buying a house requires long term debt of course, but we had learned through hard experience that just because one qualifies for a loan with relative ease, shouldn’t be the excuse we use to live beyond our means. What is “our means”? It is what we can afford to pay for, while still paying an honest tithing, and putting aside a little extra for rainy days. Our debt philosophy is very straight forward and simple, but one that we live strictly by – “if we can’t afford to pay for it now, we cannot afford it.”
Experience has taught us that although ‘Saving up’ and ‘paying off’, may eventually arrive at the same end, they take entirely different routes to get there. Saving up – means YOU are in control. You are the master. Paying off – gives you the illusion of being in control, but until the debt is cleared, you are never the master. You are always the servant, because interest never sleeps. It doesn’t go on vacation, it doesn’t get sick and take a day off, and it has no compassion. It does what it was created to do – add upon itself. That is the one thing you can count on. At the risk of sounding naively simplistic – it is really a matter of learning to manage your money, before your money (or lack of it) manages you. Without a plan, one too often finds that purchases have nothing to do with whether one can afford them, but are justified because one feels entitled to them, or at the very least, one deserves them. Those reasons may feel good at the time, but they create a situation of dependence, not independence. Self sufficiency can never be obtained as long as serious debt hangs over a household.
Living within our means, implies that we don’t buy what we cannot afford. “One step at a time – slow and steady wins the race – by small and simple things great things come to pass” – and all other such pieces of wisdom of the ages cannot be wrong.
Part of the Homesteading lifestyle is living within your means and never putting oneself into unnecessary debt. Strict adherence to this principle teaches patience and many other skills, but its greatest benefit is the blessing of peace of mind. And there is no price tag on peace of mind.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the principles discussed here.
Many years ago, in my early married years, a man I greatly respected gave the following counsel: “We encourage you to grow all the food that you feasibly can on your own property. Berry bushes, grapevines, fruit trees—plant them if your climate is right for their growth. Grow vegetables and eat them from your own yard. Even those residing in apartments or condominiums can generally grow a little food in pots and planters. Study the best methods of providing your own foods. Make your garden as neat and attractive as well as productive. If there are children in your home, involve them in the process with assigned responsibilities.”
His name was Spencer W. Kimball, and he was the President of the church I belong to. Latter-day Saints regarded him as a prophet, and I loved him as one. I took his counsel to heart. At the time, we lived in a two bedroom apartment in Edmonton, Alberta Canada. I noted that he mentioned “those residing in apartments“, so I knew my living situation did not exempt me from his instructions.
My husband and I set about to figure out a way to comply. We were young. I was only 18 years old. He was 22. We planted a small garden in a space provided by my parents in law in their acreage vegetable garden. We travelled out weekly to take care of it. We were terrible farmers, and my father in law had to bite his tongue many times to keep from dashing our spirit. My mother in law praised our efforts and was very encouraging. When I look back on it now I roll my eyes at how young and naïve and – lets be honest here – ‘stupid’ we were. My husband built me a window box that we hung from our kitchen window. I had visions of Snow White watering her blooms from the window. Lets just say it didn’t exactly work that way, …. and that’s all I have to say about that for now.
Over the years, I continued to be motivated by this same talk (given in April 1976) by President Kimball. Our ultimate goal was eternal happiness of course, but one still has to navigate this mortal life, and there are ways to do it better. “Recognizing that the family is the basic unit of both the Church and society generally,” he said “we call upon Latter-day Saints everywhere to strengthen and beautify the home with renewed effort in these specific areas: food production, preservation, storage; the production and storage of nonfood items; fix up and cleanup of homes and surroundings.” The die was cast so-to-speak. We made the decision to follow these and other tenets spoken of by him, and they became life shaping for us. “Children should learn to work.” he said. “Develop your skills in your home preservation and storage.” he said. “…. acquire and maintain a year’s supply of the basic commodities” he said. “Wherever possible, produce your nonfood necessities of life. Improve your skills ....” he said. “Keep in good repair and beautify your homes, your yards, farms, and businesses. Repair the fences. Clean up and paint where needed. Keep your lawns and your gardens well-groomed. Whatever your circumstance, let your premises reflect orderliness, beauty, and happiness.” he said. “Plan well and carry out your plan in an orderly and systematic manner.” he said. “Avoid debt.” he said. I took it all very personally, and took the stance that he was speaking directly to me.
We knew our lives would be blessed by living these principles of self reliance and we endeavoured to do our best to align ourselves with them as much as we had the ability to do so. We felt an attraction to rural life and hoped one day to live in the country, but circumstances pointed us in another direction and the closest we got to it was our first home in the small town of Calmar, Alberta. It was an old home. Very old. Which made it affordable. Many good and growing memories were made in that old house. I read an article in Harrowsmith Magazine (my connection to a world I wanted to be part of) one day that helped me be patient with our dream of one day owning a small farmstead. Without being able to quote the article or tell you much else about it, the author asserted that one could live a homesteading life no matter what their present circumstances were. I was empowered. And I determined to do so.
I had always felt a closeness to my pioneer roots, and I endeavoured not only to be grateful for their sacrifice and hard work and efforts,
but to do many of the same things they had done well. We planted a garden as President Kimball instructed. Every year. No matter where we lived. When in Calmar we bought our fresh milk and eggs from the farm. We made our own yogurt, cottage cheese, ice cream and butter. We bought our honey from the local beekeeper. We bought our wheat from a local farmer and ground our own flour. I made our bread. I learned how to make soap, and made our own. Not everyone in our circle of friends and family saw things the way we did. I admit we raised plenty of eyebrows and even our own grandmothers shook their heads. They had no desire to do things the way they used to do them, and couldn’t see why anyone else would. lol
Those days seem so long ago now. We’ve learned so much and have come so far. Many things have changed. We raised five kids. Bought a business that I managed for over twenty years. Moved a few times, owned a few houses. Experienced our share of heartache and joy. Served the Lord in assorted different callings, and our fellow man whenever we could. Did our best to keep the spirit in our home. Tried to be good neighbours and friends. And yet through it all, some things have not changed. Those basic, foundational tenets we adhered ourselves to all those many years ago.
We never did get too far out of Edmonton. In fact we live here now, and I expect at this point we’re here to stay. We live in a modest home with a little-larger-than-average yard. This is our 8th residence and 3rd owned home. In every place we’re tried to live by the principles of self reliance using whatever advantage we could uncover in our situation. This is the home that offers us the most advantage. Ironic that all the kids are gone now. But that’s okay. They still come home and we’re still all learning right?
I’d like to share our Homesteading-in-the-city journey with you. Some of it through recollection and some of it through our daily life. Few of us will ever “homestead” in the way our great grandparents did. And you know what? I’m okay with that. Theirs’ was a hard life. Full of uncertainty and fear of drought and hail. I am grateful to not have the same worries. No, in my lifetime I would say that “Homesteading” is a lifestyle choice of self sufficiency as near as one is capable of achieving. It is “characterized by food production, home preservation and household independence”. The word conjures up images of Little-House-on-the-Prairie, but actually homesteads come in all shapes and sizes, rural and yes, even urban if needed. Whatever our situation, our little lot can become our own little Garden of Eden, tended and nurtured. The yield can be tremendous, not the least of which may be good, wholesome, organic food. In our little homestead we gain awareness and connection, and independence, and feelings of self sufficiency and more independence, and peace. And inter-dependence – which is not the ugly step-sister of independence. But that’s another subject for another day.
As in pioneer days it requires a fair amount of learning, but thankfully now, education can be as close as the click of a mouse. If we’re fortunate we may find others of like mind who will share their experience with us, and we can round out our education with hands on instruction and of course, personal experience.
Welcome to our home. Our kitchen. Our food storage room. Our family room. Our yard and garden. We hope through our journey together, you’ll be encouraged down your own path of self sufficiency and Homesteading – wherever you are.