Fall Fun: Enjoying the Seasons Many Pleasures

Suzanne Headshot Fall has finally arrived! While some may be mourning the official end of summer, I am rejoicing in the cooler weather and many new opportunities the Fall season brings for our family. For starters, our Fall garden is newly plowed and planted with an assortment of cool season veggies. We have mangel beets for the pigs. For us we have turnips, turnip greens, watermelon radishes, sugar beets, lettuce, brussel sprouts, and cabbage. This weekend, we hope to move the pigs into another garden to “till” for us and plant their current pen in winter wheat.

Now that the majority of our fall apples are put up and the garden is planted there is time to enjoy other things unique to the Fall season. I believe that this is the best time of the year to show non-farmers and city folk all the blessings that country living has to offer! Like what you say? While the weather is cooling off, things are still alive and well outdoors. It’s the perfect time to offer farm tours as the animals are more active and the grass is still green. Flowers are still in bloom, and the breeze is gentle and cool. The hay has already been gathered and stacked in the barn, and the rush of summer harvests is at an end. It is now time to enjoy ourselves! So how does our family have fun in the Fall?

Last weekend we spent the day at Amazin’ Acres of Fun in Sparta, TN. Macey said “Mom, I had my bestest day ever!” William is still talking about how he knows how to milk a cow now, ssshhh. Don’t tell him it was a fake cow with an udder full of water!

Daisy the Milk Cow  

William Milking Daisy 

The kids have never been through a corn maze before, or to a pumpkin patch to pick out their own pumpkin. They were extremely excited about these things when we planned our trip. Andrew and I had not been in many years ourselves, and we were nicely surprised at all the new activities now offered. When we first arrived, we were greeted by a perfect picture opportunity!

Amazin Acres 2011 

Daisy the milk cow was stationed next to the entrance, so the kids both tried their hands at milking awhile before wandering around to explore. We found goats, sheep, rabbits, chickens, and young calves to feed and pet. Then the kids made their way into the barn for a kiddie “straw crawl” maze and straw slide. This kept them busy for a while! It was Andrew that discovered the “Hillbilly Slide,” a huge slide made out of large black pipe. Of coarse, he had to try it out first.

Hillbilly Slide  

Macey and William as Pumpkins  

After a few goofy pictures, and a lot of sliding we made our way to my favorite new activity. The water pump duck races! What a great idea, a few hand pumps and some PVC piping, two troughs at the ends and you are ready to go with your rubber duckies.

Water Pump Duck Race  

The kids took advantage of the swings, giant tractor tire swings, and the hampster wheel while we waited for the tractor to come back around for our hay ride. Right before dark, the tractor arrived pulling a huge hay wagon. The kids have only been on a hay ride once before, and both were to young to remember it now. They were so excited, they were bouncing on the hay bales! The hay ride took us into the pumpkin patch, or rather, the HUGE pumpkin fields full of large shiny orange pumpkins! Both kids got to pick out their own pie pumpkins to bring home.

Pumpkins from the Patch  

Once our hay ride and pumpkin patch experience was over, it was dark. The kids had wanted to wait until dark to do the corn mazes with their flashlights. I wasn’t so sure about this, as Macey tends to be afraid of the dark. However, she really surprised me and took the lead on our first maze! To get to the first maze, we first had to walk past a very colorful and cute assortment of large pumpkin signs. Each painted sign had a neat fact about pumpkins on it. The kids favorite was this giant pumpkin head.

Pumpkin Head Sign 

Now we were ready for our first maze! They offered five different choices ranging from easy Pre-school level up to a haunted Halloween maze. We chose to do the “Big Leap” for kindergarten through 3rd graders, then the Giant corn maze (for all ages, but with no clues to get you through it!), and then finished with the Tiny Tots maze for pre-schoolers.

The “Big Leap” maze is designed to be fun and educational. At each intersection of the maze, there is an agricultural question you must answer to point you in the right direction. There were 14 total questions, and Macey answered every one correctly! I was so proud of her.

Big Leap Corn Maze  

Corn Maze Question 

By the time we finished the 3rd maze, the kids were completely wiped out. We decided to call it a night and headed home. The kids were asleep before we made it back to the main road, but woke up the next morning full of tales of their latest adventure!

Corn Maze Path  

Corn mazes, hay rides, pumpkin patches, and petting zoos all are wonderful Fall family fun ideas. I was surprised to discover online just how many locations are doing these now, and I am sure you can locate one near your area! What’s next on our agenda? This weekend we are planning to attend another first for us, a show and breeder pig auction! I’m sure there will be a blog on that soon. Check back later to see if we find any great buys!

The Many Adventures of Buddy the Bull

A photo of Suzanne CoxAh, Buddy. His life with us was short but full of adventure! Back in February we found ourselves with an “extra” pair of coonhounds and in need of some beef. The idea struck me that we should offer a trade on some local sales sites asking for freezer beef in exchange for this pair. Andrew liked the idea, so we placed our ad. Within a week we had a man agree to deliver us a jersey bull he said weighed about 600 pounds and was about a year old in exchange for our dogs. That Saturday he arrives with what was definitely a very cute, but not at all 600 pound little Jersey. Buddy appeared to be around 350 pounds, and most likely around 7-8 months old.

Baby Buddy the Bull 

Buddy was a bottle baby who came from a dairy herd. Despite my fear of bulls, especially those with horns, I soon fell for his cuteness. When I shared our news with friends and family I was met with both congratulations and warnings. Several said this was a mistake, that jersey bulls were aggressive and he should be castrated. Others said he would be fine, as we had no female cows and therefore no reason for him to be aggressive. Even our cattle friends could not agree as to what exactly to do with Buddy. So, we just decided to leave him as he was. He seemed perfectly obedient, coming when called and doing anything you asked as long as you had a feed can in your hand. Buddy was moved into a paddock up the hill with Momma and Baby donkey at the big red barn. And all was peaceful. For a while.

March rolled around, and we began preparing our gardens. It was a very busy time with gardening, fencing, building a barn, and adding more livestock. We purchased a few sheep which we kept in a temporary pen while we finished the front pasture. As part of my daily routine, the kids and I would go up the hill (a good 1500 feet from the house) to feed Buddy and the donkeys, and work our way towards the house feeding the sheep, dogs, and chickens. I guess my first clue that things weren’t going to remain calm was during one of our feeding trips to the barn in April. As much as I liked Buddy, I still didn’t trust him around the kids. So I would walk them into the barn and close the gate between them and the animals. After doing so this particular day I fed Buddy and the donkeys then pulled out the wheel barrow and filled it full of hay for the sheep. Just as I was about to gather up the kids and head out of the barn Buddy snorted and came right at me! I put the wheel barrow between myself and him, and looked for something, anything, to defend myself with. He hit the load of hay head first flipping it into the air and began bucking. As the kids screamed, I was yelling, the donkeys began braying and I did the only thing I could think to do at the time. I hit him with a shovel. Yep, a shovel. It was the only thing I could find to grab! I smacked him across the head, immediately thinking it would kill him or at least knock him out. Well, I evidently don’t know how hard headed a cow is. I think all it did was make him more mad! Momma donkey eventually chased him out of the barn, and provided cover for us to scurry out of the pen.

So Andrew inherited our Buddy feeding chore. At first I think he thought we were exaggerating our experience a bit because he seemed to have no trouble with Buddy. He was soon to learn just how frustrating Buddy could be. Just a few days after our wheel barrow experience we finished the fence and barn in the front pasture and moved both donkeys and the sheep there. Buddy was not quite happy with being left alone, so he broke two of the five strands of barbed wire and came in search of them. We found him trotting along down the driveway one evening. Andrew took him back, fixed the fence and came home to eat dinner. Shortly after dark, I decided to throw some scraps out to the chickens. Imagine my surprise when I walk off the front porch and meet a large, dark shadow not five foot in front of me! Escape number two in one day. The fence was not broken, wire was tight, and the gate was not open. Buddy was returned to his pen.

A few days passed calmly, our spring garden was producing beets, radishes, beautiful mixed lettuce, and carrots. Then one day as the kids and I are feeding the chickens we again spot Buddy. In the garden. Eating my lettuce! I shooed the kids onto the porch, and once again grabbed the first things that came into view. Tomato stakes! So here I go after a bull in the garden, yelling and beating my sticks. I’m sure our neighbors enjoyed the show as I ran him back towards his pen. Luckily, Andrew came home to finish the job for me while I went to check the damages. My big, thick lettuce patch was reduced to the baby growth, stubby leaves and dirt.

Lettuce Rampage 

At this point Buddy wasn’t looking so cute anymore. We moved one of the donkeys back up the hill thinking that would keep him from being lonely and escaping. Over the next two weeks, he got back out five times. Each time with no loose wire, broken fence, or open gate. We still have no idea how he did it!

When May came around, we were in for more surprises. One evening it was a corn massacre, another time he stomped two of my new apple trees and demolished the wire cages I had placed around the others. Now he was no longer being referred to as Buddy, but as the Demon. As his attacks became more frequent, I became increasingly worried that the kids would be hurt. Several times we were outside playing or in the garden when he came into the yard. Even the kids began carrying a pair of short tomato stakes with them as the noise still drove him off.

By mid-May life on the farm was not so fun. We were constantly on the look out for a Buddy attack. And while his shenanigans were providing great entertainment to our friends and family, the humor was lost on us. One Tuesday evening the kids and I were headed home from karate. As we pulled into our driveway, we saw Buddy standing next to the road. Our driveway is 1350 foot long, and his pen is another 1500 foot beyond the house. This was the furthest he had strayed before. Since the tomato stakes weren’t working anymore, and I was nearly five months pregnant I was not so eager to get out and chase him back down. So, I decided to herd him back down the driveway with my car. It worked! He walked obediently down the entire driveway and right back up the hill towards his pen.

The next week, the kids and I were out at the front barn with the sheep. Here comes Buddy again headed right for the fence. For some reason, he had become fascinated by the sheep and often when he got out would come to the fence to stand and stare at them. So, I thought, why not just round him up into this pasture until Andrew gets home? It would only be an hour or so, what harm could come? I went to open the gate and call him in with the kids close behind me. Grey clouds had been gathering overhead, and a few drops of rain were splattering on my arms. The Demon saw me coming, and began to run back through the garden. I turned to head him off, and instructed the kids to go back the way we had come, close the gate, and go in the house. Well, they headed out straight away and almost made it to the gate when a huge clap of thunder sounded over head with lightening in the distance. Now, Macey is terrified of thunder and lightening. I swear she flew to the gate without touching the ground! Unfortunately, she hit the gate and never stopped running! The gate swung wide open, and there goes the donkey. So now I’m changing directions running towards the open gate with a bull in the garden, a donkey eating the leaves off yet another apple tree, and my kids running through the yard. I yelled at my daughter, “Macey, you let the donkey out. What were you thinking?!” She turned briefly throwing her arms up in the air and yelled “I’m a thinkin’ I don’t wanna get wet!” With that, she quickly scurried into the house. So here I am, alone, wet, and in a pretty foul mood by this point. I managed to get Momma donkey back into the pasture. By the time this was accomplished, the Demon had bush-whacked a huge path through three rows of corn, trampling nearly a dozen tomato plants, a head of red cabbage, and stomping who knows how many carrots into the ground. And this is how Andrew found me when he came home from work. Standing in the yard dripping wet, starring in despair at the Demon destroying the garden.

You would think that would be the last straw. However, Tennesseans are a stubborn breed. We needed him for spring beef this coming year so I wanted to give it one more try. I told Andrew that was it, one more incident and Buddy was off to the slaughter house. Andrew took Buddy back up to his pen, added extra support posts to the corners and more t-posts to the fencing thinking there was no way of escape now in the fortified pen. Oh, but he underestimated this Demon of ours…

Nearly two weeks passed and Buddy did not get out. We celebrated, thinking that Andrew had out-witted the Demon. But it was not to be, this was just the calm before the storm. One evening William yells “Momma! Buddy’s back!” and sure enough, he’s back in the garden. Now, that was just it. Since it worked so well the first time, I reached for the car keys and told the kids to load up we were going on a cattle drive. So here we go out to the little Saturn Vue SUV to chase a bull. Thank God my neighbor didn’t have a camcorder! We chased him up the driveway, across the front field, back down the driveway, and around the gardens. I called Andrew, who said he would be home in 20 minutes and for us to just keep him off the road and out of the gardens. Ok, no problem. So the Demon heads back towards the driveway in the direction of the road. I scoot my car over just in time to cut him off with my car planted right between two fence rows and, I think, no way around us to gain access to the road. The kids are laughing and having a great time, and I’m thinking we have him right where we want him. I was soon reminded though how little I know about bulls. Evidently after 30 minutes of being chased by a vehicle they decide to fight back. Here he stood, eyeing the car and stomping the ground with his front feet. And I sat, with my hand on the gear stick and my foot on the clutch. What a sight it must have been, this dual between beast and machine. Then the Demon made the first move, a stomp, snort, and a few steps forward. I put it in gear and headed towards him. Guess what? Bulls actually bounce off of a bumper! Especially plastic bumpers, they aren’t quite made the same as those old ancient real metal farm trucks. And after they bounce, they get right up and stampede past you while you sit in shock that you just ran over a bull. Have to admit, I never saw that coming!

So Andrew comes home to find the Demon up at the road, me standing on the front porch, and the kids talking excitedly about Mommy hitting poor Buddy. And what does my husband do as the kids and I tell the story of how bulls bounce off plastic bumpers? He laughs! Well, that was enough for me. I came inside, picked up the phone and dialed.

Buddy Burgers  

Two weeks later Buddy was back in the yard, again. Only this time, I smiled and pulled out the buns and ketchup! The kids still joke about our “Buddy Burgers.” Life on the farm is once again peaceful. That 600 pound bull we supposedly got in February weighed in at a whole 518 pounds on June 1st. Not a heavy weight, but no longer a problem!

Our time with Buddy taught me many things. Perhaps Buddy also left our other livestock with a very valuable lesson: Here on the farm, you have two options. Be good or be tasty! And boy, is he tasty!

Buddy Steaks  

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It's Apple Time in Tennessee!

Suzanne HeadshotI always get excited when our first apples arrive. It signals the beginning of the end of summer. Soon, fall will arrive and the leaves will be ablaze in a rainbow of colors. With this comes cooler weather, corn mazes, bonfires and hay rides. There is nothing I enjoy more than to walk into our home to the scent of apple everywhere! Apple butter, apple sauce, apple cookies, apple fritters, there is just no end to what you can do with apples!

For the past few years we have purchased apples by the bushel from a family friend. We started with a single bushel and as our family has grown, so has our apple purchase. Last year we did 3 bushels, and this year we will do at least that and maybe more. Our favorite apple is the honey crisp. They are large, juicy and sweet. So sweet in fact that I am able to cook and can with much less sugar than with other varieties we have tried making it both cheaper and healthier for us.

We have put up our first run of apples for the year, and are awaiting our next one in the coming weeks. So now is the perfect time to sit down and share some of our family's favorite ways to eat apples! This year, I was lucky to have two little apple helpers. Macey decided it was her job to take the apples from the drainer and sort them on the table for me.

Macey sorting apples  

Well, the temptation was just to much for little brother. William soon joined the apple party. Only, he wasn’t as much into sorting the apples as he was in eating them!

Macey and William with Apples 

Now, regardless of what you decide to do with your apples, there are a few staples I must recommend. First, if you are doing any large number of apples you just have to have an apple peeler/corer/slicer! I don’t know how we survived without one, but I wouldn’t take any amount of money for mine! This thing does three steps at once, and tremendously cuts down on your prep time, not to mention the stress on your hands from cutting all those apples. Large bowls, that’s another big one. You need bowls or containers large enough to handle at least 3-4 pounds of cut apples at a time and you need several of them. A good paring knife is handy for cutting off the little pieces your peeler may miss, or for cutting slices off for your helpers to eat! Now, from there other essentials are dependent on what exactly you plan on doing.

Our first project was apple butter, which is the most time consuming of our favorites. Andrew loves apple butter on just about anything, so we have to make lots of it for Daddy! After the apples are washed, peeled, and sliced they usually go straight into a stock pot for cooking. This year we tried a new recipe that cooks over night in the crock pot. Well, I filled up our 6 quart crock pot before bed time and hoped for the best.

Crock Pot Apple Butter  

Now, I must say that for someone with a limited amount of time or knowledge of apple butter this recipe may have been sufficient. However, we were not so impressed. The consistency was just not what you expect from apple butter, even with extra processing and adding liquids it just did not look right or have the right texture and taste. I want my apple butter to be smooth and glossy, but stand on a spoon. It must be well spiced, as this is what makes a good apple butter! Even though this was a disappointment as far as apple butter goes, I think it will make a nice sauce for a pork loin. We'll have to try that later!

So that morning we went back to our traditional stock pot recipe. It has never failed us so far, and has won ribbons in both our previous county’s fair as well as our current hometown. This year, it was a 2nd place red ribbon.

Apple Butter Fair 2011  

Apple Butter  

4 pounds of peeled apples
4 cups of sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon cloves

Combine apples and 1-2 cups of water in a large stock pot. Simmer until apples are soft enough to puree. Be careful not to liquefy!

Add pureed apples, sugar, and spices back to large stock pot. Cook slowly (this will take several hours) until butter stays rounded on a spoon. Be sure to stir frequently to prevent sticking. Place butter in hot jars with 1/4-inch head space. Process 10 minutes in a boiling-water canner.

If your butter cooks down to much, you can add apple juice (I use sugar free) as needed to get the right consistency. This yields roughly 4 pints.


Macey’s favorite apple treat is an Apple Cinnamon Cookie. This concoction is one I came up with just this year to use up some apples that were beginning to lose their freshness. They turned out rather well, and we have enjoyed them frequently since. It’s a fast, easy treat that the kids will love! A highly recommended tool for these is a cookie/ melon scoop. I use a 1 teaspoon size scoop to make smaller cookies that are just the right size for our kiddo’s!

Apple Cinnamon Cookies  

1/2 cup softened butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 egg
1 tablespoon hot water
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 apple – peeled and diced
1 teaspoon cinnamon
sugar (optional)

Combine butter, brown sugar and egg in a mixing bowl. Cream well. Stir in baking soda, water, and vanilla and mix lightly. Add flour, apples and cinnamon and mix well. Scoop cookie dough by the teaspoon and place on a greased baking sheet. Flatten slightly if desired (I usually don’t). Also optional, sprinkle the tops with granulated sugar. Bake at 325 for 15-20 minutes. Remove and cool.

OPTION: Skip the granulated sugar before baking and sprinkle with powdered sugar while cooling.


William also prefers a sweet treat. His favorite apple recipe is apple fritters. Years ago we went to a wonderful little restaurant in Pigeon Forge, TN called the Apple Barn. They had the most delicious apple fritters they served with apple butter! We have tried replicating their recipe, and although we can’t manage an exact copy we have found one that we like. William could eat these for every meal if we let him. I also make these with a scoop, which makes them so much easier and faster even though they are not in the “traditional” fritter shape.

Apple Fritters  

1 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons white sugar
1 egg
½ cup milk
½ teaspoon vanilla
1 ½ teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon nutmeg
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon cinnamon
2 large apples, finely diced
Confectioner's Sugar to dust

These are really so easy! All you have to do is finely dice your apples, I recommend doing this by hand as a food processor tends to make them too juicy. Then mix all of your ingredients together in a bowl. I use our deep fryer to heat oil to 350 degrees. Once the oil is well heated, I use my trusty cookie dough teaspoon size scoop to drop the dough into the oil one at a time, being careful not to let them touch while raw. Once they are medium to golden brown remove from oil and drain on paper towels. Sprinkle with confectioner's sugar, and serve with apple butter for dipping.


I enjoy all of these recipes as well, but probably my favorite is just a good old fashioned cinnamon apple sauce. Before canning our own, I was never a fan of store bought apple sauce. It just tasted to bland to me. Since we started canning cinnamon apple sauce with these honey crisp though, I could sit and eat a whole jar! The beauty of the recipe is that it is simple, quick, and easy to alter to suit your needs. We have made it with full sugar, half-sugar, and no sugar at all and it has come out well each time. This has also been a consistent ribbon-winner for us. This year, we won 1st place at our county fair with our cinnamon sugar-free apple sauce. As you can see in the picture, adding cinnamon does make the sauce darker but it did not hurt our chance of winning! Below is the recipe for the half-sugar run.

Apple Sauce Fair 2011  

Cinnamon Apple Sauce  

6 pounds of peeled and sliced apples
3/4 cup sugar
1-2 teaspoon cinnamon (to taste)
water (as needed, to prevent sticking)

Add apples to a large stock pot and cook until softened. If necessary, add a few tablespoons of water to your pot to prevent the apples from sticking. Puree apples making sure to thoroughly break up any large pieces but also careful not to liquefy. Return apples to stock pot and add sugar and cinnamon. Bring sauce to a boil, and fill jars. Process pints and quarts for 20 minutes in a boiling water canner.

HINT: For both apple sauce and apple butter I leave the apples in the pot and use a hand-held mini mixer to puree. It’s quick, clean, and doesn’t dirty any more bowls! We also use this little mixer to make our own baby foods. Truly a must have in my opinion! Ours came with attachments to puree, blend drinks, and whisk. One of my favorite kitchen tools!


Now, processing all of these apples leaves a lot of left over apple pieces. Peels, cores and other little pieces are all collected in a 5 gallon bucket. When the bucket is full, it goes out to the pigs. The kids have always liked the book “Pigs Love Potatoes.” Let me tell you, while that may be true, pigs love apples too!

Pigs love Apples  

Pigs Eating Apples 

So while the pigs chow down on apples, we’re inside processing jars. One bushel of apples yields quit a bit of stuff. We probably ate a dozen or so from the box, made two batches of Macey’s cookies and a run of apple fritters, and had 6 quarts and 1 pint of apple sauce, and 10 pints and 4 half-pints of apple butter. It’s just the beginning of apple season, so we have lots more apple sauce, apple butter, dehydrated apple chips, pies, cookies, and cakes left to do! And then … it’ll be pumpkin time!

Canned Apples  

Farming Is Good for your Health! Usually...

Suzanne HeadshotA recent doctors visit left me facing my doctor with a most baffled look on his face. As he shook his head I began to worry until he said, “I want to know what you’re doing. Everything looks great. Better than normal actually.” Now, at 28 weeks pregnant with our 3rd child that was not what I was expecting to hear. You see, Andrew and I lost two pregnancies before our daughter. I looked healthy and fit, felt fine and had never had any health problems. So when I carried Macey farther than my miscarriages I thought we were in the clear. However my blood pressure went up at 23 weeks and within 3 weeks I was in pre-term labor. Thanks to a diligent doctor and 10 weeks of bed rest, I managed to carry her to 37 weeks.

Only 5 months after Macey was born we found out I was pregnant again. After an initially calm first and second trimester, I once again started having blood pressure problems, and added high sugar to the mix as well. It was ultimately this that caused me to be induced at 38 weeks.

So having my doctor look at me and tell me everything is normal was actually quite a shock! My blood pressure has stayed lower than my pre-pregnancy measures, my sugar is on the low side of normal, and I had gained 15 pounds as opposed to the 41 and 38 I had gained at the same time with my other two. I have had very little swelling, all of my blood work is normal, and I think the doctor has truly been baffled!

Andrew has also experienced some changes since our move. Normally when I am pregnant he gains weight, too. This time, however, he’s lost nearly 30 pounds since January. He doesn’t complain as often of aches and pains that he used to have, and his energy level seems to have improved.

So what has changed? Well besides the fresh country air and more playtime outside, we’re all working harder and eating better. There is never a shortage of things to be done, and we are active much more than we used to be. The kids even wrangle chickens, help chase the sheep into catch pens, dig for potatoes, and their favorite, gather the eggs from the laying boxes! They rarely complain about these “chores” because they have fun doing it! We recently entered several entries into our local fair. Including some eggs and potatoes the kids helped gather. We won ribbons on all of them! The kids were thrilled, and keep asking when we get to do that again.

Blue Ribbon Kennebec Potatoes 

Our eating habits have changed for two reasons. Before, we lived within 15 minutes of several major grocery chains, but not near any sources of fresh produce. Several times a week we would eat in town because it was just easier. We ate a lot of processed foods, enriched breads, and salty things from cans. In the summer, we were able to grow some tomatoes and a few other crops in small quantities. We also got corn, beans, and tomatoes from our parents which we canned. This wasn’t enough though to compensate for our other bad habits.

Here though, we are 25 minutes from the nearest town. Smithville is quaint, friendly, and not much for “fast” living. There is no Burger King, Taco Bell, or any sit down chain restaurant. What there is here however is an abundance of fresh, locally grown produce. All sorts of veggies and fruits can be purchased at a number of produce stands or at the local farmers’ market. Fresh baked items are available made from whole grain, stone ground flours. Local farmers produce every form of livestock imaginable that you can buy straight from the farm for processing. This was our first year growing broccoli, so of course I had to take a picture of our first picking!

First Broccoli 

So we no longer buy many processed foods. Instead, we hit the produce stands often and usually have several varieties of fruit to snack on. The kids now enjoy eating veggie sticks and were thrilled to be able to pick things out of the garden this year and eat them straight from the garden! Some of their favorites are carrots, tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers. And yes, they even eat raw broccoli voluntarily!

Another thing we did this year was raise our own beef. We acquired a Jersey bull in February who, after many adventures and frustrations, made his way to the dinner table in June. Until that time, we were eating meat that we put in the freezer from another farmer who raised only grassfed natural beef. We also hatched our own chicks this year, which gave us an abundance of roosters. They are just now old enough to slaughter and will be coming to the table soon!

Now, we do not buy snack foods. Instead, I bake healthy snacks and make our own breads. We even eat cakes and cookies, but they are made from scratch with no preservatives and often contain fruits and nuts. The kids don’t complain, they still get sweets it just may be homemade apple cinnamon cookies instead of a pack of Oreos. Our days of eating out often are long gone too. Since our options are so limited, and so far away it isn’t very practical. And, we discovered that once we started eating better our tastes seemed to change. We didn’t desire those unhealthy restaurant foods any longer, not even the Friday night pizza! Instead, we stay home and I bake our own pizza with fresh ingredients and homemade crust. Sure, it took some adjusting. And there are days when I’m just to tired to cook. So we have leftovers, or make sandwiches.

Since we have chickens, we have a constant supply of fresh eggs. You wouldn’t think there was much of a difference between farm raised and store bought eggs. I mean, an eggs an egg right? Wrong! There are many recent studies, including a nice article in a recent GRIT edition, about the benefits of free range farm eggs over their store bought counterparts. We were very surprised to find the difference in our own eggs just from moving the chickens from their little pens into a 2 acre pasture to free range. The yolks are tremendously darker, the whites are not as runny, the egg shells are harder, and they make fabulous baked goods! Not to mention all the additional vitamins they are packing.

When I explained all of these changes to my doctor, he just smiled and nodded his head. He said that he was not surprised at all to hear this. Everyone knows that exercise is good for you. People also hear that a healthy lifestyle improves your health, but yet everywhere you go there are aisles full of unhealthy processed foods, meats full of chemicals and antibiotics, and fruits and veggies that are mass produced Frankenstein varieties of their original ancestors. No wonder the obesity rate in America is what it is! These same unhealthy foods are also linked to heart disease, diabetes, bowel trouble, and a host of other conditions that plague our country. It’s hard to eat healthy when you don’t have healthy options available.

Now, I wrote the part above on Thursday of last week. As I did so, I wasn’t feeling very well. The next night I found myself in the ER at 2 am. I was so dehydrated it took 3 liters of fluids before they could hit a vein to draw blood from. 4 days, 29 needle pokes, 6 bags of IV fluid, 5 bags of IV antibiotics, and so many pills I lost count later, I was released. My diagnosis, Campylobacter Infection. Apparently, this is a fairly common bacteria often associated with food poisoning that usually goes away without treatment within 5-10 days. However, in patients with weakened immunity such as children, the elderly, immune compromised, and pregnant women, it can be deadly as the bacteria spreads into the blood stream and then into major organs. According to the ER doctor, I was within hours of a “life threatening situation.” More miraculous, our baby seems healthy and normal! Many pregnant women do not get diagnosed until pre-term delivery or a still birth. We must continue testing each week through delivery to ensure the baby stays healthy, but our doctor is hopeful that the worst is over. So today I sit here, feeling amazed and blessed at recent turns of events. I also feel obligated to share some information about this infection to others who may be at risk for infection.

Campylobacter in the general public is normally caused by exposure to raw chicken, eating undercooked meats, or fruits and vegetables that aren’t properly washed. However, it is also a serious risk to those raising livestock. Many different livestock including cattle, sheep, goat, chicken, turkeys, pigs, ducks and even the family dog and cat can play host to this bacteria and never show symptoms. After researching the many ways in which this bacteria can infect those with livestock, I was shocked to see just how many possible ways I was exposed.

We have a very strict hand-washing policy in our home. Especially since we have such young children. Every time they are outside with the animals they must come in, wash their hands, and change clothes. Our eggs are brought inside, washed, and quickly stored in the refrigerator. All fruits and veggies are washed, and many are peeled, before eating. Meat is thoroughly cooked, unless it’s a big juicy steak in which the temptation for medium rare is just to strong… So what went wrong?

While it is impossible to know for sure exactly HOW I became infected, I now see that I have made many mistakes during my pregnancy which could have exposed me. And I bet you will find that your family has made a few of these as well! It has been very hot here lately, and farm work outdoors has become very tedious and exhausting. Twice in the last few weeks I remember filling up the water tanks and then taking a drink from the hose. NOT a good idea! Bacteria can be transferred from infected areas to the water hose, and then into your drinking water when you do this.

Last week we took several roosters and baby chicks to the farmers market to sell. Of course I was handling all of the birds that day, and though I did make several trips to the restroom to wash my hands, I may not have been as diligent to wash every time I handled the birds. We ate lunch there, and I easily could have had this bacteria on my hands when I ate lunch.

We also had to round up the sheep for worming and hoof trims this past week. Now anyone who has sheep knows that when it’s hot, and you’ve got a lot to do, it’s very easy to wipe sweat from your forehead or brush dirt off your face without thinking. This is another easy way to spread bacteria since you are handling feet that walk through manure and then touching your face. Especially for women who usually have longer fingernails than men. Bacteria can hide under your nails even after a hand wash. That same day, we rounded up and wormed the pigs, another common carrier of this bacteria.

 Worming pigs 

Perhaps the most frequent possible exposure I have had is our family pet, Tucker. Tucker is a 4-month-old Spaniel. He loves to play outside with us, then come inside to sit in our laps or lay in bed with us. While not as potent of a carrier as livestock, for those with an immune weakness it takes less than one drop of contaminated feces/urine to cause an infection! This makes pets an easy carrier between infected material and their family.

Family Farm Dog 

We will never know how I managed to get infected, or how the rest of the family managed not too. However, in the future we will definitely give more thought to our actions when around the livestock. Hopefully all of our other farming friends will as well.


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