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.