A few years ago I faced a fork in the road. I had suddenly become awakened to the truth about our slowly devolving food system. I learned the truth surrounding fast food, poisonous additives, and the inhumane, unethical manner in which we treated the meat we eat. To say I was horrified was an understatement. This passion about knowing where your food comes from has just grown as I get older. I cannot understand how society not only doesn’t know what is happening to their food system, they do not care.
As a farmer, as someone who eats meat, I often feel a lot of heat and judgement for my choices. Although I do not run a big operation, nor is that ever my intention, I do raise food for my own consumption. That means I do, and will always try to produce enough meat, dairy, eggs, vegetables and fruits for myself and my family. Lest someone assume that I do this because it will in any way make me rich, let me assure you that is a hilarious assumption. Also, do not presume I raise animals for consumption without compassion, love, care, and respect. Because I grieve for every animal I kill.
I have loved animals since I can remember. Farm animals are no different. Even the fat, rolly poley chickens who look atrocious at times, and smell. I care for those chickens from the day after they hatch. When I receive them I dip all their little beaks in water, I clean their cage, offer them tasty snacks, and fill up their water more times than I can count. Once they go outside I continue to provide nourishment and water, even though they are free to roam about a chicken tractor. They scratch through grass, catch bugs, and doze in the sun. And I worry about them when it rains, or when it’s hot, or at night when the coyote howls. I check on them as often as I can, I call them “butterballs” or “kids”, and they cluck an excited chorus when they see me...and the food bucket coming. I dread butchering day, I will always dread butchering day. It puts a very honest perspective on being an omnivore. Because no matter what meat you eat, something gave up it’s life for you.
I eat meat, I enjoy meat, but I realize fully what has happened so that I get to eat meat. I avoid factory farmed meat at all costs because I think it is an evil, vile thing. There are a lot of vegans and vegetarians that crucify us meat eaters, and I kind of understand. When you look at how modern America has chosen to raise animals, it is nothing less than atrocious. It is wrong. Period. It’s black and white. Chicken raised factory farm style never goes outdoors, never chases bugs, and are treated horribly on their way to slaughter. Beef cows are stuck in feedlots up to mid leg in manure and gunk. Pigs are raised in cages, and often go insane due to lack of mental stimulation. Dairy cows have their babies ripped away, and do not always have access to the outdoors. These practices are ones we should all be ashamed of, vegan, vegetarian and omnivore alike.
As humans I think we naturally avoid the weight that comes with being a meat eater. We are so far removed from our food, and our meat, we chose to accept meat precooked, and unethically raised. Because it is easier, because we don’t have to think about it. We somehow think by not knowing we are exempt from being responsible for how the animal was raised and treated. Take a stand and buy locally raised, humanely slaughtered meat. Do you know where your food is coming from?
Homestead Blog Hop-Idlewild Alaska
Almost a month ago I sat at my laptop and started pouring thoughts onto a stark white page. It was a passionate outburst on the importance of knowing where your meat comes from, and paying the higher prices to get it. If you know me, you know this is something extremely important to me, something I am immensely ardent about. I am pained that people don’t care about where their food comes from, that the lives of the animals they eat don’t matter to them. So there I was, writing this blog post that I just knew would convict someone out there in blog land. I even sent a text to my husband because I was on such a roll! There was only one problem.
That blog post convicted me. I knew I couldn’t publish it because I would be a hypocrite. A pot calling the kettle black.
Although I believe in local food, and although I believe in healthy, humanely raised meat, I am not the model citizen. Because on long days working on the farm, I’m ashamed to admit I’d rather go through a drive through, or pick up a frozen pizza. For months now I have felt that little tug of conviction, that I really should practice what I preach so to say. I am a healthy individual in that I do not have to take monthly medications, and although I am somewhat active, I won’t be running a marathon anytime soon. I am overweight, buy meat from the grocery store, I do not enjoy lettuce, and I have definitely eaten McDonald's in the last month. Although I am passionate about real local food, meat/eggs/dairy from humane farms, I know that I can’t exclaim from the rooftops their importance if I cannot take my own advice. Needless to say, I stopped writing and started reflecting on my life as it stands right now.
I talked to my husband and really started internal dialoging at the kitchen sink while washing dishes. I realized that if I was so passionate about food, if I truly wanted to change people's lives by encouraging, and educating them on our broken food system...I really needed to start with myself.
So I did the most logical thing I could think of. I ditched fast food, prepackaged food, frozen pizza, and soda. I am currently eating a grain-free, sugar-free, low carb diet, that consists of mainly meats, veggies, dairy and healthy fats. We also bought ⅛ of a cow that was raised locally with no antibiotics, or hormones. This is probably the first time in my life I just decided something quickly, with little thought of what if’s and just jumped in. And you know what? Best decision ever.
I’ve been doing this for over three weeks now. That means I’ve avoided sugar, flour, fast food, and all other temptations. I have lost a significant amount of weight, my clothes are getting lose, and I feel pretty dang great. I feel energetic, have slept amazingly, and have no joint pain. More than that, I am eating meat raised and slaughtered humanely. We have eaten almost 100% of our meals at home. We ate out three times at sit-down restaurants, but the experiences couldn’t rival homemade food. I will not say my diet is 100% perfect, I have “splurged” on a few diet sodas, and may have become a little obsessed with Torani Sugar-Free Syrups. Ideally I would like all my dairy to come from my own goats, but I am having to buy a few store bought items I can’t produce yet. (cream separator is on my Christmas list!)
I think it is very easy to overlook the importance of our food. I know I did. We look for foods that are quick, easy, and cheap. We cook things via microwave and don’t think about the ways these foods nourish us. Food is the foundation of our health, so why is it we ignore it, and act surprised that disease is rampant, or filled with harmful bacteria such as e-coli, or salmonella? We vote three times a day by the foods we choose to eat, how are you voting?
Homestead Blog Hop-Idlewild Alaska
My name is Monica, I'm passionate about farming, food, and the humane treatment of livestock.