*written December 10
The first installment of my homesteading books came in at the library today – no Copperthwaite yet, but I did get Keeping a Family Cow by Joann Grohman. The edition I’ve got is 2003 – I’m not sure what the most recent edition is, but the first was in 1975, under the title “The Cow Economy”. It’s a beautiful piece of work so far, though I’m only about 30 pages in. One sentence in particular has stuck with me: “Good health isn’t something left over after you eliminate all the risks.”
I’m not sure anyone has ever summed up my philosophies on food so succinctly. If you eliminate all the risks in life, love or food, you’re left with something bland, tasteless and boring. I prefer a bit of chance and excitement and flavor. Give me un-pastuerized milk that tastes like something and let me decide for myself if it’s safe. Give me meat from an animal that died a respectful death on the farm on which it was raised, and let me decide if I think it could be contaminated. Give me unsprayed apples that might not look perfect and sourdough bread that might not rise just right each time you bake. I’ll take variety and spice over plastic-wrapped uniformity and bland security any day.