I had written a blog post about my dog Maggie and how she realized that the invisible fence is an optional thing while I was trying to drive to work this morning. She got a TON of exercise and I got a TON of worry and then she got to spend the day in her crate with some chicken poop. It's why I would call today a worse than average day. Maybe I'll post it later.
Right now I want to continue the thread about taking care of ourselves with food. My sister sent me this link to a CNN article about a food challenge - eating real food for a month. I never identified with the Slow Food movement much, but reading this article makes me see another facet of it that I do identify with: Traditional Food. I've been enamored lately, like the last year or so, with the idea of learning the old ways of doing things and preparing things, like fiber, yarn, food, milk, cheese, etc, etc. Real food, food that has my muscles in it and my energy, feels more substantial and satisfying. I need less of it to feel full. Many of you who are gardeners already know this, but I'm just discovering it. Real things are worth working for and don't often come easily.
It's why I'm beginning to get involved in the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). Real people seeking to understand how things were done 500-1000 years ago. The beer peeps from Sunday are SCA folk. Maybe I don't need to go back that far. I'm keeping track of a few Ebay auctions for butter churns like this one. I bought some cultured butter at the grocery store a few weeks ago and that stuff was a revelation! Expensive though, and now I know that I can make my own, it's back to the old, traditional ways for me. Don't bid against me please! Butter churns were very common - there's 2 or 3 every day on Ebay.
On to other realness - my mother sent me an article about RFD-TV, "the 24-hour cable rural network that suggests that what Americans most desire is to ditch the urban prison, move to a town of 20 and raise meat goats." The network has shows like Ag Lifestyles, Ag-PHD, and Cattlemen-to-Cattlemen, although I'll never see it. I don't have cable. My mother sent the article to me the old-fashioned way, on paper. She's a traditional gal, too.