I never imagined this life for myself. A life that solely revolves around the seasons, the weather, and the dirt. Sometimes it feels like I’m watching someone else’s life from afar because this wasn’t supposed to be me... someone who doesn’t leave the house without a pocket knife. Someone who is up at dawn and asleep by sundown. I’m covered head to toe in dirt on any given day, and sometimes I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror. This may not be the life I thought I’d be living, but it’s more magnificent and brutal than anything I could have ever imagined for myself. I’m surrounded by six acres of land that has become my home, my livelihood, and has nourished my family with each passing season.
The cooking? This didn’t come naturally, but after spending full days in the dirt focusing on food, I began to explore in the kitchen...