September 15, 2015

Let’s start from the beginning…

Hi.  Welcome to Mud On Her Boots.  I’m Jen.  This blog is my story.  Like chapters that move, sometimes disjointedly into one another, I hope to share my bests, and worsts, with you as I attempt to settle into, and celebrate, a connectedness with the food we eat and the world we live in.

I haven’t always been concerned with a more simple lifestyle.  I grew up in the suburbs.  I hung out at the mall.  I drove everywhere.  I didn’t know anyone who grew vegetables, or put up anything for the winter.  When I first moved out on my own, I knew how to make two things: scrambled eggs, and Kraft Dinner; neither of which I did very well.  I had grown up convinced that meat came from the grocery store, and the term “homemade” was antiquated; meant only to be used in sentences that contained phrases like, “olden days” or “before there were TVs”.  And yet, there was something inside me that wanted to learn.  I was hungry; not just for delicious food (sorry, Kraft Dinner), but for the knowledge that comes with it. I was desperate for Marilla Cuthbert’s pantry, packed with jewel toned jars, like little presents just begging to be opened.  I wanted to be the protagonist in every Barbara Kingsolver novel. And as I embraced my hunger, I realized it just felt right to wear the smells of baking bread and bubbling pots of soup like a perfume, and dusty, floury fingerprints like the finest accessories.

I have been amazed and inspired by what can be done with a little ingenuity and courage (try fiddling with lye, or sticking your finger up a chicken’s vent and you’ll know what I mean when I say courage!).  I am always learning, changing, developing, and I hope, growing better than my tomatoes did this year.

I hope you enjoy dropping by to check out what I’ve been up to.

 

 

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