We live in the desert.

We live in the desert. No really we do. My husband took that picture ¬†on a little mountain behind our house. The beautiful, beautiful, albeit very hot, dry, windy, predator-filled desert. An interesting place to make your homestead…no? But aside from a 120 degree summers and coyotes that are perpetually trying to eat my chickens,…

I’ve got a bun! In the oven, that is.

Bryan and I are expecting. And outrageously happy about it. It’s our first. A little boy. Due in April. I will spare you all of the ultrasound pictures…except this one. Because he has Bryan’s nose. See.

The first kill…and a recipe for roast chicken

December 26th, my husband Bryan and I slaughtered our first meat chickens. Yes I know that’s an abrupt first sentence. And there’s not really any reason that it was the day after Christmas, except that we had a day off, and had been commenting for a few weeks on how BIG the chickens were getting….

So we have a long term plan…

My husband and I have a fifty year plan for self sustainability. That’s very funny. I read that sentence and it made it sound like we actually have a strategy completely penned out for each step of the next fifty years and how they contribute to the ultimate goal of living off of our own…