It has long been my dream to build my own little ecosystem. I want to buy a piece of land and on it have a garden where I would grow all the fruits and vegetables and nuts I would ever want so I would never have to buy anything from the store ever again.
This dream started as a response to my Father’s conspiracy theories, my Grandfather’s rants about how nothing in the grocery store was safe to eat anymore due to pesticides and hormones, and my own understanding (even as a small child) that humanity’s actions could only lead to the destruction of the world. I decided that the only way to live safely in this world was to grow everything myself. This dream changed over the years, adopting further dimension from my fascination and love for the history of the native Americans, and gaining determination from my desire to “Save Mother Earth” by taking no more than I was willing to give back (or in my case, take no more than I had already put there to begin with). And now, thanks to my interaction with the All OrganicWhole Foods crowd, I am finally gaining the know-how and motivation to put it into practice.
Along the road to achieving my goal, I’ve hit a few potholes. The first problem spot was when I witnessed a cow being butchered at a classmate’s farm and realized (while watching the blood pour onto the ground and just before I blacked out) that I would never be able to kill an animal for meat. I considered becoming a vegetarian (and I’m still considering it) but I had a close friend who was a vegetarian and therefore got to witness first hand what a pain it could be to always have to warn people before you come over for dinner and always have to request special meals in the lunch room. Also, pasta just doesn’t feel right without some sort of meat mixed in.
I solved that problem with fish. Now, I totally consider fish valid living creatures with souls and lives and I am 100% against them being killed needlessly…but for some reason I have no problem picking one up and smacking it’s head against a rock and then roasting it over a fire and then picking the meat off it’s bones while it’s lifeless eyes stare back at me. Fish is the only creature I have no problem killing with my own two hands. I don’t even like killing squirrels or bugs…I don’t know why this is, and I’m trying very hard not to question it. There’s a food out there that’s full of good staying-alive nutrients and isn’t terribly hard to cultivate that I’m not only okay with eating, I’m totally excited to eat it! Fish is, like, one of my top 5 foods, it even rivals chocolate. Maybe it’s my cat-like personality? Whatever.
Anyway, pothole two arrived when I realized how much room a cow needs. Especially when you consider that my animal indulgent tendencies would demand that I get said cow a friend/boyfriend so it wouldn’t be lonely (and/or to make little baby cows before the mommy cow died of old age…or for steaks). It occurred to me that a much simpler plan would be to get goats and drink goat milk. Problem solved, right? But first I must try goat’s milk to make sure it was something I would be okay with drinking every day for the rest of my life. So I set off on my quest to buy Goat’s Milk.
I was very puzzled by how difficult it is to find goat’s milk in any grocery store, and also by the fact that, upon finding it at last, there was only one brand and it came in all sorts of strange fruity flavors (blueberry flavored milk? really?). However, after buying the only available bottle of plain flavored goat’s milk, and upon trying a small sip of said milk, it all became clear. Answer: Goat’s milk has the exact same taste as a tub of all natural plain yogurt I threw away immediately after opening it a few weeks back because I as convinced it was bad. This milk is brand new, so I would hope it’s not bad. It just tastes like crap. And the blueberry flavoring totally makes sense now. Immediately after taking my first sip I started looking around for something I could mix it with to make it taste better.
Looks like I’m buying a cow.