Tag: self-sufficiency

  • Digging For Yukon Gold

    Digging For Yukon Gold

    When you aim for a gold rush but come up with a souvenir nugget.

    Now, before you go scrambling to find your pickaxe and gold pan, the elusive nuggets I’ll be talking about here are potatoes.

    a basket of Yukon Gold potatoes

    This year, we tried a new method of growing potatoes. Well, new to us. We had seen multiple places on YouTube and other places where people used this idea with seemingly great results. So, since our family can go through 5 pounds of potatoes in one meal, we decided to give it a go.

    Step 1: buy seed potatoes.


    It seemed easy enough. We got Yukon Gold, as those are Tim’s favorite. Not that I have a problem with them, but with living in Idaho as a teenager, I had gotten used to Idaho® Russets and never really branched out much.

    Step 2: get a barrel.


    We found what looked to be the perfect barrel. It was sturdy, bright blue plastic, with a wide mouth, a drainage hole, and it could hold 50 gallons. Sounded like a great size for an epic potato harvest.

    Step 3: plant seed pieces.


    We cut the potatoes in pieces with healthy eyes on them and buried them waaaay at the bottom of the barrel.

    Step 4: wait.


    The waiting was probably easier than it might of been with everything else we had going on this spring, but that didn’t dampen the excitement when we saw the first green shoots sticking up through the dirt.

    Now, up to this point, we had done close to everything right. But, unfortunately for us and our potato harvest, there were a lot of things we didn’t know.

    • Yukon Golds are determinate potatoes. They only produce one round of potatoes and won’t produce more if you keep hilling them higher.
    • Potatoes need lots of drainage to keep the moisture from getting too high and rotting the potatoes. Apparently the one drainage hole wasn’t enough to handle all the rain we got this spring and early summer.
    • Potatoes need light fluffy soil and all we have here is clay and more clay.
    • Mixing half-composted wood shavings into the dirt to break up the clay isn’t a good idea, as it leaches the nitrogen from the soil.
    • There’s probably more that we just don’t realize we don’t know.

    To make matters worse, now that it’s all said and done, the potatoes grew beautifully.

    Blue barrel with bright green potato stems coming out.

    This was how they looked when the barrel was about half full. We thought for sure they were doing great.

    potato flowers and ladybug larvae

    The flowers came on nicely and we even had several ladybug larvae to keep the aphids off.

    dying potato stems in blue barrel

    They look sad here, but this was not too long before we dumped the barrel. Harvest is supposed to wait until the stems have all died so we were excited to see what they had done.

    How much did we harvest, you may ask? One potato. One little round nugget slightly bigger than a golf ball. And a snail shell. Kaitlynn found a perfect snail shell almost as big as the potato. Oh, and one enormous nightcrawler. At least something liked the moisture. 🙂

    If only they had the decency to shrivel up right at the beginning, so we could have known something was wrong right off. Instead, they stayed green and healthy-looking the whole time while producing nothing.

    But, in all actuality, I think learning the lesson of how not to grow potatoes will stick with us longer this way. So, you win some, you lose some, but what counts is that you learn some and keep going.

  • No Thyme For Bugs?

    No Thyme For Bugs?

    If there is one thing about warm weather that I dislike and makes me start itching for the cold, it’s mosquitoes. With a pond nearby, a stream on the property, and a wetland down the road, we can get more mosquitoes than you can shake a stick at. Or your hand.

    After our flood earlier this year, we had clouds of biting pests so thick that someone actually put their vehicle into the ditch trying to swat them out of their face.

    Needless to say, bug repellent became a top priority. No one enjoyed being a buffet for bugs while feeding the dog or working in the garden or checking the mail.

    So I did what I do. I started researching and experimenting. I found the essential oils that are supposed to repel mosquitoes and went to work. I diluted them with carrier oils and water and added some vanilla to emulsify them or help them all mix together. Then we sprayed it on and ventured into the fray. 

    A vicious fight ensued in which we came out the losers. Maybe even sore losers. We retreated indoors to apply lavender to our wounds and discuss strategies.

    Now, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s coming up with ideas. I don’t guarantee them all as good ideas, but they are ideas, nonetheless. So, a few days later, after the itching calmed down some, I tried again. 

    This time I took three of the essential oils most known for repelling mosquitoes, mixed them with non-scented lotion, and applied the concoction liberally. The kids and I noticed a definite difference. We could now boldly leave the house and work outside while the mosquitoes kept a respectful distance of 6 inches or so. This blissful triumph lasted about 15 minutes. Once the lotion was all absorbed, we were right back to square 1. 

    So far, it was Mosquitoes 2; Rachel 0.

    Then, to add insult to insect injury, Tim noticed a definite difference, too. Everywhere he used the anti-bug lotion, he had broken out in a rash. Apparently, he can’t handle essential oils on his skin unless they are extremely diluted. This brought the score to a lovely Mosquitoes 2; Rachel -1.

    That put an effective stop to my experiments with bug repellent for a while. And thankfully, the majority of the flying hordes moved off or disappeared, making life much more manageable. 

    But then, Tim started taking walks almost every morning and night. He’s been given permission to even do some off-road exploring in the wetland, which opened up a slew of new opportunities for him and his camera. This brought insect repellent right back to the forefront though, since he and sometimes the kids were tramping through brush and weeds. So something had to be done for the bugs. 

    I tiptoed back to my research, unsure if I could find anything that would help without causing side effects. Finally, I found a recipe that looked promising. It called for beef tallow as the main part of the base since that stays on the skin longer than lotion or water. It also didn’t rely on just essential oils for its potency.

    No Thyme For Bugs Cream


    2 T Tallow

    1 t Beeswax

    1 T Vinegar (White or ACV)

    1 T Thyme Tea*

    10-15 Drops Lavender Essential Oil

    1/4 t Ground Clove

    Melt the tallow and beeswax in a double boiler or heat-safe bowl over simmering water. Once it is all melted, remove from heat and let cool 2-3 minutes.

    Stir in remaining ingredients and pour into a jar or sealable container. 

    Shelf life at room temperature should be 6-9 months.

    *To make the thyme tea, put 1 t of dried thyme in 1 c of boiling water, and let steep at least 5 minutes. The longer it steeps, the more potent the tea.


    Now, I know I said Tim cannot have essential oils on his skin, but that does not apply to lavender, which is how it made it into this recipe. If you know you’re sensitive to oils, feel free to test this on just a small patch of skin to see if it’s safe for you.

    I’m sure there will be more posts in the future about the efficacy of this anti-bug cream and any tweaks I make. But, I’d love to hear what worked for you and, as always, thanks for stopping by.

  • Homemade Beard Balm

    Homemade Beard Balm

    Tim has had a beard for over five years now, and it has been a surprising learning curve — for both of us. Apparently, the right way to grow a beard is not to simply quit shaving and hope for the best. It seems there are techniques and right and wrong ways to do it. Who knew growing hair could be complicated? 🙂

    For a while, he would just trim off all the tangly bits and edges and move on. But then disaster struck, the clippers clipped too much, and the whole thing had to be trimmed nearly off.

    To avoid ever doing that again, improve the overall health of his beard, and not need to worry with trimming, Tim started looking into different beard care products. But just take a wild guess how much that adds up to be in expenses over time! And the ingredients couldn’t always be vouched for either.

    So, since we were already moving away from buying things so much, beard balm joined the growing list of “Things To Make Ourselves”. Thankfully, finding a recipe wasn’t difficult and neither was mixing it up.

    Obviously, there are many recipes for beard balm. Probably as many recipes as there are men with beards, but anyway. This one uses what I had on hand, and according to Tim, works great.

    Homemade Beard Balm


    Ingredients


    1 Tablespoon Beeswax Pellets (Firmness and Hold)

    1 Tablespoon Jojoba Oil (Lightweight and Hydration)

    1 Tablespoon Argan Oil (Deep Conditioning)

    1 Tablespoon Evening Primrose Oil (Soothing and Anti-Inflammatory)

    Essential Oils (Optional, Your Choice, 10-12 Drops)


    4 Drops Cedarwood

    4 Drops Patchouli

    2-4 Drops Bergamot

    Instructions


    Melt the beeswax and carrier oils in a double boiler or a heat-safe bowl or jar over simmering water.

    Stir gently until everything is fully liquid.

    Remove from heat and let cool 2-3 minutes so it won’t scorch the essential oils.

    Add the essential oils of your choice and stir thoroughly.

    Pour into a 2 oz tin or small jar and let it harden uncovered. Then cover and store.

    This balm might not harden as much as some you might be used to as it does not have shea butter in it. If you would like it more firm, remelt, but only just as to not damage the essential oils, and add a little more beeswax.

    Also, be sure to buy only high-quality organic oils from sources you trust. According to my research, food-grade beeswax and carrier oils is best, and therapeutic-grade essential oils. I got my beeswax and carrier oils on Amazon, and I will do my best to add links as soon as possible. But, obviously, do your own research and make your own educated choices.

    While helping make this, a worried Micah handed me the Evening Primrose oil and half whispered, “Daddy can’t use this. Men can’t smell like roses.”

  • A Day In My Life

    A Day In My Life

    Welcome back, friends!

    If you’ve ever wondered what a typical day looks like on our not-quite-finished, not-quite-animal-stocked, not-quite-quiet homestead… well, buckle up. You’re about to get a peek behind the curtain—and spoiler alert: there’s laundry, compost, and coffee remembered about three times.

    Notice: the following depiction may have been slightly exaggerated for comedic purposes.

    Mornings around here start early(ish), usually with me waving Tim off on his morning walk and photoshoot while I head upstairs to get breakfast started for his dad and sister. Somewhere in that blur, the kids start waking up—some happily, some like grumpy little trolls—and I herd them into clothes and conversation while eggs sizzle and the baby kicks me in the ribs.

    By the time our own breakfast is ready, it’s usually 9:30. We gather around the table for food and family devotions before diving into the day. That’s when I:

    • Make the bed (if I remember)
    • Start the first of several loads of laundry
    • Empty the composting toilets (yay homestead life!)
    • Make Pinterest pins
    • Scribble out a to-do list that may or may not survive contact with reality
    • And get the youngest three down for naps (on good days)

    Then comes the rapid-fire rhythm of more laundry, snacks for hungry monsters… I mean, kids, and checking in on the garden. Right now, we’ve got tomatoes, peas, peppers, cucumbers, melons, and okra growing—but so far, only the peas are ready to pick. There’s watering to do and never-ending weeds to fight.

    The afternoons are a whirlwind of:

    • Cleaning and organizing, aka moving it somewhere else
    • Discussing house ideas with Tim
    • Remembering to get supper prep started
    • Project planning
    • More laundry (because of course)

    Then it’s supper for ten people, followed by handing out chores, circling back to make sure those chores were done properly, blog work, finally getting the bed made, and helping Tim list eBay items. Somewhere in there, we wrangle kids into pajamas and try to end the day with everyone clean(ish) and in their beds.

    After that? Tim and I usually sink into our chairs for a bit of breathing room, chat about the day, and maybe split a snack before he heads out for his evening photo walk. Then it’s finally, finally, my bedtime.

    And we do it all again tomorrow.

    It’s a season full of noise, motion, hope, and chaos. The garden’s growing (slowly), the peaches are ripening, the house is still half-finished, and the baby is… well, overdue.

    But somehow, this wild in-between is where life is happening. Right here, in the waiting and the working and the wrangling, the dream is already unfolding.

    Thanks for walking through a day with me. 💛


    Homestead Hilarity

    “Mommy doesn’t really work, Daddy does” –Multiple kids, multiple times

    (Clearly all the compost-emptying, meal-making, chore-wrangling, and laundry-mountain-slaying doesn’t count. 😅)


    Disclaimer: This only shows the day from my point of view. Tim could write his own post, or three, about what gets included in his days.

    Disclaimer 2: At the beginning of the post I mentioned that this is what a “typical” day looks like. Currently, Tim has even more to add to his days as he has stepped in to take over multiple parts of my responsibilities until the baby comes.

  • Family of Tortilla Fans

    Family of Tortilla Fans

    Tortillas, Anyone?

    I don’t know about you and yours, but in this house, we like tortillas. And I mean like tortillas.

    If I want kids jumping up and down while screeching in delight, all I have to do is casually mention that we’ll need tortillas made for supper. Whether it’s tacos, fajitas, enchiladas, or burritos, those tortillas are always a big hit.

    In fact, with how much Tim and the kids (and I) love tortilla-based meals, you’d think he had Spanish roots instead of Italian.


    We started out always buying our tortillas, because making them seemed too daunting. While we really enjoyed fresh tortillas when we went out for Mexican food, it made my eyes cross and my brain itch to even think about making them.

    Then, health problems started pushing us to switch from buying everything to trying to make more food from scratch—especially things like bread and tortillas.

    Bread felt like the easier place to start, but one can only go so long without tacos or fajitas. Right?

    So I went hunting and digging and found a tortilla recipe that I decided I’d try. I gathered the ingredients—and my courage—and dove in.

    While the recipe wasn’t difficult, I worried the whole time that it wouldn’t work. And talk about time-consuming!

    Mixing the dough was easy; separating it into portions was trickier. Letting them sit, covered, for an hour or so was simple, but I stressed about them the whole time.

    The hardest part by far was rolling them out and frying them up. That first batch took over an hour—maybe two—before they were even ready to eat!


    Were they worth the hassle?
    Yes, definitely.

    One thing I struggle with is the temptation to balk at trying anything new. And for whatever reason, tortillas just seemed like one of those things.

    Now? Tortillas feel like one of the easiest things to make. Funny how it works like that, isn’t it?

    Except… I hardly ever have to make them anymore.


    Alayna, our oldest daughter, has done her best to establish herself as the “bread-maker” of the family. Whether it’s sandwich bread, hamburger buns, or tortillas, she practically begs to be the one to make them.

    She’s pretty pleased with herself for being able to make tortillas from memory now—and I’d say that’s not bad at all for an 8-year-old!

    I still do all the rolling myself. Micah and Alayna have both tried, but between not enough height and not enough upper arm strength, it just works better if I handle that part for now.

    They do, however, claim the job of frying the tortillas—and they do a pretty good job of turning out lightly browned deliciousness every time.


    What happens to leftover tortillas, you ask?
    Well, they rarely get left. But when they do, one of two things happens:

    Either the kids decide they want a snack and clamor to eat them plain, or Tim gleefully makes himself a cheesy quesadilla.

    Either way, tortillas around here have a short life—but one joyfully dedicated to making our family happy and full.

    Our Go-To Tortilla Recipe

    I don’t remember where I found this recipe, but it’s become a staple in our home. One batch never cuts it for us, but it’s a great place to start!

    Ingredients:

    • 3 cups flour
    • 1 teaspoon salt
    • 1 teaspoon baking powder
    • 1 cup warm water
    • 1/3 cup lard (or oil or butter)

    Instructions:

    1. Mix the dry ingredients in the bowl of a stand mixer or by hand.
    2. Add the water and lard, and mix until well combined.
    3. Knead (in the mixer or by hand) for at least 5–7 minutes—longer kneading makes better tortillas.
    4. Divide dough into 8 equal pieces. Flatten slightly on a lightly floured surface.
    5. Cover and let rest at least 15 minutes or up to 2 hours.
    6. Roll out each piece on a floured surface.
    7. Fry in a dry skillet on medium to medium-high heat until bubbles form and the underside has golden-brown spots. Flip and cook the second side (it takes less time than the first—usually about 30 seconds).
    8. Keep warm in a low oven (we use the “Warm” setting) on a cookie sheet until ready to eat.
  • Homestead Dreams

    Homestead Dreams

    Hello Again!

    Taking up just under half an acre in Southwest Indiana, Tim and I are still in the early stages of building our homestead. If you’re like me, you might see a homesteading family on YouTube or read a blog post and assume they must have grown up as country kids. But that’s not always the case! Tim spent his childhood in various cities across the United States, and I grew up in a closely packed neighborhood in Japan—so neither of us had a traditional country upbringing. However, at heart, where it truly matters, we both feel a deep connection to nature and the homesteading lifestyle.

    Over our ten years of marriage, Tim and I have developed a deep longing to return to a simpler, more self-sufficient way of living—one that echoes the past. Progress has often been slow and measured, but we hold tightly to our vision of creating a thriving homestead.

    Today, we share our property with Tim’s elderly father and disabled sister, making this homestead not just a place of growth but also a home filled with family. While there is some existing infrastructure, much of what we envision will be built from the ground up.

    The property itself is shaped like a triangle, bordered on one side by train tracks and on the other by a quiet dirt road, frequented by turkey and deer. A small stand of white pines adds a touch of charm to the landscape. Originally, Tim’s parents and younger sister bought the land, settling into the doublewide trailer that came with it. As our own family grew, my mother-in-law encouraged us to build a home here, hoping to keep us all close. We had plans in motion, but heartbreakingly, she passed away before we could even break ground.

    Now, we are living in the house we built—a home filled with love, determination, and a story of faith and miracles that I’ll have to share another time. There is still much work to be done before it’s truly finished, but moving in last October before the cold hit was a huge milestone for us.

    We were recently given some used rabbit hutches, and after a bit of repair work, we’re gearing up to welcome our first small flock of meat rabbits. Raising rabbits will be a new experience for us, but we’re excited about the possibilities—both for sustainable meat production and for their rich compost contributions to our garden. We’re researching the best feeding practices, housing setups, and breeding cycles to ensure we provide them with a healthy, well-maintained space.

    Meanwhile, progress is coming along on our duck and chicken enclosure, though we still have a lot to do—especially building the coop itself. The area we’ve designated for the birds has a small creek running through it, which will provide a natural water source, particularly for the ducks. We’re planning to dig out part of the creekbed a bit deeper, creating a more reliable water source year-round. To keep our feathered friends contained and safe from predators, we’re considering anchoring chicken wire into the streambed, ensuring that they can enjoy the water without wandering too far.

    Tim’s dad planted a few small fruit trees, and we’re now taking over their care, hoping that with time and attention, we’ll see some fruits from our labors. Literally. It’s a simple but meaningful part of our homestead—one that connects us to the past while nourishing our future.

    A large garage on the property currently serves as a storage space, filled with Tim’s dad’s tools, extra supplies, and shelves stocked with Tim’s eBay inventory. Nearby, a small cinder block foundation sits waiting for its purpose—originally intended to house goats, though every time we revisit the idea, we find ourselves considering something different. Perhaps it will become a feed storage area, a workshop, or even a small greenhouse. Plans evolve as our needs change, and for now, it remains a blank slate waiting for inspiration.

    Another small shed is set aside for garden storage, a space that will soon be filled with shovels, seed trays, and bags of compost as we prepare for the growing season.

    Overseeing it all is our ever-vigilant German Shepherd, Willow. With sharp eyes and a keen sense of duty, she takes her job as protector seriously—alerting us to every visitor, whether it’s a squirrel scurrying by or a delivery driver pulling up. She’s not just our guard dog; she’s a beloved part of our homestead, always eager to be a part of everything we do.

    Each step forward comes with its share of challenges—learning what works, what doesn’t, and how to adapt. Homesteading requires patience, creativity, and perseverance, but the rewards are worth it. With time, effort, and a fair bit of trial and error, we’re slowly shaping a thriving setup that will provide eggs, meat, and natural fertilizer for our growing homestead. We dream of expanding even further—adding goats, bees, and more fruit trees—gradually creating a space that not only sustains our family but enriches our lives. The road ahead is long, but every small step brings us closer to the dream we’re building together. Stay tuned for more updates as we continue this journey!

    Homestead Hilarity

    Trying to casually hint that he wanted some, 2-year-old Micah did his best to read the yogurt container. “It says, ‘All good kids should get yogurt.’”

  • Meeting The Family

    Hello, dear readers and new friends!

    Welcome to my blog—a little part of my life where I’ll be sharing everything from funny stories and family adventures to the lessons we’re learning along the way. Along with my husband and our ever-growing crew of six kids (soon to be seven come July!), we’ve got lots to share! I’ve always loved storytelling. As our family grows and we embrace homesteading, I felt called to document our journey—not just for us, but for anyone who might find encouragement, inspiration, or even just a good laugh along the way.

    Here, you can expect a blend of heartwarming recipes, honest reflections on biblically raising a big family, and stories from our day-to-day journey. Some posts will be lighthearted and fun, while others might get a little deeper. But my hope is that something here will resonate with you—whether it sparks a smile, inspires you to try something new, or simply makes you feel a little more connected to the crazy, beautiful journey we’re all on.

    I’m so honored to have you along for the trip. Let’s dive into life’s joys, challenges, and flavors together!

    I’d love for you to meet the people who make this homestead feel like home. I’m not sure if there’s a correct or best way to do this, so I’ll just start.

    Tim

    At the head of the family is Tim. He’s 29 years old and runs an eBay business from his basement office. What started as a fun side hobby quickly became our family’s livelihood when sickness suddenly changed everything.

    In a matter of days, Tim went from being completely independent to needing a wheelchair, unable to button his shirts or cut his food. The shift was overwhelming, but in the middle of it all, we watched God move in miraculous ways to provide for us. What started as a side project on eBay was soon our only source of income. We are incredibly thankful for his complete healing last February.

    Now, his shop focuses on ceramic slip molds, keeping him busy all week (and sometimes even on Saturdays!).

    Tim enjoys reading, gardening, researching things that spark his curiosity, cooking, working with his hands, and teaching the older children. He may seem like the quiet, serious type at first, but don’t be fooled—his sense of humor keeps the kids rolling their eyes as they try to hide their smiles.

    Rachel (Me!)

    Older than Tim by nine months, I like to think of myself as the voice of maturity in the family. Or not.

    I’m the second of four girls and somehow ended up with a slightly sarcastic personality that thrives on making people laugh. A born storyteller, my imagination has a mind of its own, which isn’t always helpful when you’re a full-time stay-at-home mom. Let your mind wander for too long, and—boom!—chaos unfolds in a blink!

    According to my family, I have a knack for cooking and baking, and judging by the lack of leftovers, I’d say they’re right.

    I’m also passionate about foraging and using herbs for natural remedies. There’s still so much to learn, but I get a thrill every time I can use “weeds” from the yard or essential oils to care for our physical ailments instead of relying on medicine. It’s incredible to discover all the healing plants God has provided for us!

    My next big adventure? Helping Tim get our homestead off the ground.

    Micah (9 years old)

    Micah’s mind and mouth rarely stop running, and he devours books the way some kids do candy. He loves helping and working with Tim, is fascinated by taking things apart, and—thankfully—is learning how to put them back together, too! It’s hard to pin down Micah’s exact interests because he wants to learn about everything. His zest for life is both inspiring to watch and exhausting to keep up with.

    Alayna (8 years old)

    Our blue-eyed bundle of energy, Alayna, has a warm, bubbly personality and is always looking for ways to help—whether in the kitchen or with her younger siblings. Her love for gardening runs deep, and she jumps at any chance to tend to the plants. She also seems to have inherited her daddy’s quick wit and she’s learning to dish it back just as well as she gets it!

    Micah and Alayna seem to be locked in a never-ending contest to see who can read the most. At this point, there’s no clear winner!

    Kaitlynn (6 years old)

    Kaitlynn is our go-getter with a face full of freckles and a giggle always at the ready. She does her best to keep up with the older two and is determined to be big, taking on tasks that often require a little ingenuity to finish. If I need something cleaned, Kaitlynn is the first to roll up her sleeves and dive in—no hesitation, just pure enthusiasm. She has a huge love for animals and is eagerly awaiting the arrival of our rabbits, ducks, and chickens.

    Harold (5 years old)

    Harold could hardly wait for March when he could turn that “measly” 4 into a great big 5. As the self-proclaimed clown of the family, Harold keeps life interesting! Lately, he’s been testing the waters with some bigger-kid jobs, like helping with dishes and hauling wood. Though he may not move as fast as Micah, Harold is his own person through and through, always holding his own opinions. He is far more likely to do his own thing rather than simply follow the crowd.

    Elsie (3 years old)

    Elsie proudly announces to everyone that she’s “free” now (she means three). With a head full of bouncy blonde curls, she throws herself enthusiastically into everything—including eating and teaming up with Harold to make plenty of noise. She loves snuggling, coloring, and “helping” the others with their chores. She’s also working on learning her letters and numbers and already enjoys “reading” alongside her older siblings.

    Niel (2 years old)

    For now, Niel is the baby of the family—at least until July! He’s a happy little guy, always eager for new adventures. With his growing vocabulary and deep love for playing with his siblings, he’s quickly finding his place in our lively family dynamic.

    Thank you for taking the time to meet our family! I hope you stick around as we share more about our homesteading journey, the projects we take on, and the lessons we learn along the way. If you’d like, drop a comment and introduce yourself—I’d love to hear from you!