Ew.

I thought I hated farming. Just the idea of having cows and pigs  and a- oh the crunchyness of it- garden. Yes, there need to be farmers in the world, but I don't have to be one or know one. I like my meats in pink packages wrapped in seran wrap and my veggies either canned, frozen, or pre-peeled. Milk is to be as fake as possible, preferably rice. Lettuce comes in Dole bags, preferably in a single color with carrots- even spring mix in the square containers that you have to either wash or pick out the rotting stuff was too primitive for me. Now, I sound lazy. I really don't mind the peeling, processing, and chopping part of cooking at all, rather enjoy it actually. But I don't really want to know where my food came from or how it started out. Well, I didn't, until someone told me the way it actually does. :P

If I'm going to be eating standared, proccessed American food, I want to enjoy it. I can't enjoy it, however, if I know it is full of pestisides, is slowly killing me, is giving me diseases, or has absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever. :P My mom is a health-nut-nutrition-crazy lady. Ever since I can remember she's poured over natural food and organic stuff books. And of course she shares her latest finds with me, hence my finding out that the SAD (Standered American Diet) is not the best thing.

Where am I going with this? oohh... right. So I don't like farming. I've been under the impression that it is ugly, smelly, and sweaty. And makes your house look like junk. And your kids have buck teeth. And you have to have a dog. When I went to Holland in the fall of 2008, we drove through the Dutch countryside and saw all of the beautiful farms and quaint farmhouses and towns. I thought that if I ever had to be a farmer (er, you know, if I married one) then I would want to do it in Holland. I was totally serious and told everyone that I could only be convinced to farm if you would move me to Holland. Otherwise, no way. It just isn't...glamorous. :D

But then we moved here to rural, farming TN, and we actually started seeing real farms (and farm-wanna-be's. ;)) . And I've found out something. They aren't ugly or smelly or sweaty or junky or buck-toothy-or, well, okay, so they have dogs. But they are muddy. And pretty. And they smell amazing.

And I want to know where my food comes from now. I want to grow food. I want to raise animals and plants and flowers. I want to sorta kinda almost nearly be a farmeress. I think. I'm still having farm-hate-withdrawl, but it should be over soon. :D I love the idea of working the land, of taking stewardship and dominion. Of spending all that time growing and preparing the feast for the senses God has given us. I guess all I'm trying to say is that I'm *takes a deep breath* turning into a country girl....who still curls her hair and uses rice milk. :D

This post needs major editing, but I'm not going to bother. This blog is nearly a journal, and who edits their journal? :D I'm still collecting my thoughts on this, so I'm trying to get them down. :)