Eating is not just a daily task, it is a life essential. My body, like a fire, needs to be refueled. In a similar manner, I find it very rewarding building a healthy fire in the same regard as I enjoy caring for my health.
My father, a food connoisseur, has always said, 'what else is there in life, if not family and good food?' I try to live by this, but often fall short of the good food end.
My father, a food connoisseur, has always said, 'what else is there in life, if not family and good food?' I try to live by this, but often fall short of the good food end.
When I am not falling short of my eating obligations, I am buying conscientiously, making, or growing my food. My father, a food entrepreneur, has taught me the value of making financially wise choices, by spending the extra money to buy fewer products that are lasting. I am not proposing that I go out of My way to buy the highest end organic food, I am saying that I buy less so I can have quality deli cheese and meat.
'Almost' every Friday I make pizza. I buy quality flour and sea salt to make the dough. I use my Grandma Lena's recipe for the sauce. My mother passed down this tradition of making pizza every Friday and pasta every Sunday from her Grandma Lena. I love this tradition and how it binds me to my roots and allows me to bind my family with our origins.
It is January here in Delaware, and my hydroponic garden is in full bloom. My Grandpa Frank had always had a garden. His small backyard in the city of Chicago had rows of food and a compost machine (I realized this after its working days). This was a way of life for me, I had always assumed we would eat fresh greens at my grandparents. Years after my grandfather passed I heard the coined term "urban homestead" and it confirmed by belief that my grandpa was homesteady. My grandparent's generation was more than American, they were way ahead of their time.
I love hydroponic growing! My aero garden is 2 weeks in. Here is my latest photographs:
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