Tickled Pink As Perfectly Cooked Pork

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I’m about to share something really big.  Today I found some shoes to fit that are fairly cute, fairly comfortable and very affordable.

I know I have some friends that are true shoe shoppers.  Not me.  I don’t care about purses either.  I’m just grateful to be able to afford both of them.  I find both of them useful.  Shoes are the most critically useful to me day in and day out.

Back in my late twenties a friend told me my shoes could use some work.  I don’t come from a fine boned people if you know what I mean.  I shop on the larger and sometimes wider end of the shoe department.  Comfort is key for me, and it has been incredibly hard to find.  I can’t image that my feet are a freak of nature, so the challenge has not been logical at all.

As I rolled from my roaring twenties to whatever the thirties are I decided that it was time to drop the shoe victim mentality and invest some time and money in the deal.  So I got online, and I ordered some pricy shoes in various sizes.  Wouldn’t you know NONE of them worked!  So, I returned them all.

Then Kohl’s sent a coupon for $10 off of a $30 shoe purchase at the same time that I had some Kohl’s cash to redeem.  If not for this combination of events I certainly would’ve been too discouraged to even try on more shoes.

Then I accidentally stumbled upon the Sonoma brand of shoes.  I don’t even remember seeing those before.  They’ve probably been there, the department experience has just been too traumatic to remember the details and still function in daily life.

My haul…all for $50!

If I had a dollar for every time I tell people at pork promotions that, “Eating properly cooked pork will change your life,” well I’d have a lot of dollars.  Quality pork can be found at nearly any local grocery.  They key is how you handle it.  I just feel like the shoe deal is more in the manufacturer’s hands than mine.  I’m hopeful that actually wearing these Sonoma shoes for more than 10 minutes will be as enjoyable as properly cooked pork!

30

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So many song lyrics, “One more day with you” “In my next thirty years” “If I had it to do all over again, I’d do it all over with you” “Live like you were dying” run through my head on occasion.

I turned thirty this weekend, and I’m grateful to have had friends & family with which to celebrate the milestone!  We made it a little bigger deal than other birthdays.  I recall many friends offering different thoughts as they turn thirty.  I also remember talking to Mark several years back and sharing goals to accomplish by the time we were 30.

So for those of us 30 and above, does or did your life look anything like you thought it would “when you turned 30”.  Mine sure doesn’t.  In a lot of ways it’s far better than I could’ve ever imagined.  Through loosing Mark and really strengthening a relationship with God my life is so much fuller than I could’ve ever imagined.

Back to those song lyrics… Would one more day matter?  The things that I want the Little Farmer to know, he couldn’t pick up in a day.  How to handle on-going situations, how to interact with different people, how to solve problems.  You can’t show up for a day, jump into life and then just leave.  I think we learn the most from people who are there, people who hang around through the long-hauls.

Like a lot of the people at the party.

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Amazing kid & cake!

bacon cake

Yes – my mom really made two cakes and this was one of them!

straw maze

My brother & sister-in-law thought up and carried out this idea!

straw mazeI think there should be more good wholesome parties in life.  I’m going to work on that in “My next thirty years.”

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The sunset on my first thirty years and rose again this morning. Cheers to the future!

Evening Activities

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After an intense day of promoting pork for me and playing and/or harassing the child care providers for my Little Farmer we like to go outside.

A couple weeks ago we found this, and he got reintroduced with naturally made mud.  Don’t worry, he’s been carrying water from the house outside to make his own during the drought this summer.

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Playing in a mud puddle

He had the most fun getting “stuck in the mud”.  Why has this been a favorite activity for the majority of his life?

Mud puddle with tricycle

“Hey mom come pull me out of the mud (or I’ll throw this at you)”

My mom thought they could take a shovel to this old tree root for an “activity.”  My dad and I drove in and he said, “We should hook the gator to that.”

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Filling in the hole with dirt after a routine tree stump removal

When the gator only pulled up a small rotten edge of the big root my dad said, “Go get the truck.”

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I was driving, and taking pictures of the process wasn’t safe.  My Little Farmer stood back, tensed his whole body, shrieked with absolute joy and jumped and waved for a long while as this little “activity” played out.

He would much rather do stuff like this than his homework :)

Santa, Straw & Storms

A couple months ago the Little Farmer and I helped bale a few loads of straw.

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Tractor, baler and loads of straw. Straw is the stalk from wheat and is used for animals to lay on and keep warm in the winter.

That evening he started saying some really funny stuff and I wrote it down.  Like word for word:

Is Santa really good at remembering stuff?

Are you really good at remembering stuff?

Why didn’t you remember to park that wagon on the flat instead on on the hilltop?

Do you understand what I’m saying?

You need to tell papa sorry for parking that on the hilltop instead of on the flat.

And stop unhooking it on hills.

broken wagon

This wagon rolled down the hill, through a fence and made a mess. The standards are the wooden posts on the back that {typically} help keep the load secure.

How will papa get the standards home to work on them?  In the truck?  Or will he put them on the wagon and go slow?

Now it’s not a cow pen {because of the hole in the fence}.  I can tell you that.  It’s a straw field.

*For the official record.  There was a serious storm.  The wind rolled the wagon a couple hundred feet.  I parked where my dad told me to.  The same place I’ve unhooked many different wagons (hay, gravity, silage).

flattened barn

This was in late June.  The storm also blew down this barn, so yeah it could roll a wagon of straw #notmyfault.  The storm also blew a good piece of the roof up on this barn.

Gap in roof

The flattened barn wasn’t being used and it was quite a bit older.  I think it’s interesting how time, nature and people change the landscape.  It makes me think about literal or figurative landscape changes that I contemplate.  The contemplating really only comes when the Little Farmer is sleeping though.  Too much laughing or yelling when he’s awake :)

 

Does Your Face Hurt?…Cause it’s Killing Me

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Thinking back to a work trip this spring I remembered an oddly awkward situation on a plane.  As we began the descent my face started to hurt, like the sinus cavities just under my skin on my face.  I was healthy and emotionally stable.  Weird stepped up to a new level as the discomfort increased and tears started streaming down my face.  Just the right side.  How does your whole face hurt and tears only fall from half?

I’m on a jet plane headed home to Columbus, Ohio from the AgChat Foundation Conference (#ACFC12) in Kansas City Missouri.  I learned, I took some Sudafed before boarding.  But I’ve still had to wipe an occasional tear.  I’m tired but fairly emotionally stable.

This was an excellent conference.  I really value the contacts made and relationships that are built through this meeting.  Attending this meeting last year certainly plays a big role in the blog you’re now reading.  I enjoy learning.  The topics are about technology and telling the story of agriculture on the internet.

I even had the opportunity to help Ryan Goodman & Katie Pinke with a session on blogging.

This year held two excellent surprises…an appearance from the Peterson brothers.

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A surprise concert from the Peterson Brothers, singers of the YouTube sensation I’m Farming and I Grow It!

Rewind two days – my best friend in Kansas Jodi, a bunch of #ACFC12 peeps and I had a pre-conference tweet up Wednesday night.  I had gotten up early to travel and was ready for bed about 9p.m. local time.  Jodi wouldn’t let me leave.  I hung in for a while, then I got a bit angry.  I was actually in the middle of verbally assulting Jodi around 10:30p.m. when her eyes lit up and she motioned for me to turn around.

The surprise dearest to me, an appearance from my best friend in Oklahoma, Brooke.  She also had an incredibly long day at her legitimate job when she drove 5.5 hours in traffic to hang out for a little while.  Yeah, I think that’s serious commitment to a lifelong friendship.  I felt so many emotions well up inside of me at that bar that I suppressed, and I wonder as I sit here (on the plane) completely calm if they’re just now coming out in the form of tears.  It’s amazing what sinus pressure and a couple doses of legally restricted decongestant will do to somebody.

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Brooke & Jodi

Somehow we missed getting a pic all together.

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Me and Jodi

Fair Season

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I spent a few days at the state fair for my job (alone).  The first Saturday of the Ohio State Fair I took the Little Farmer along to help with the pork “Ag is Cool” exhibit for a couple hours.  That kid knows his stuff!  It’s almost like he was born to promote pork and answer questions about farming.  This is the moment when close friends would stand around and voice sarcastic sighs, pretend to be shocked and say, “No way…”

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Little Farmer giving guests a barn tour
If only he could focus for more than 15 minutes…

I would open the lids of this barn and ask people if they would like to look inside.  Some people looked, and some people passed.  When the kid started doing this, if people ignored him he began saying, “Hey, hey.”  If that still didn’t catch their attention he said, “HEy, HEY, HEY!!!”

I practically exploded with pride.  It was like a mini-me.

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Passing out stickers by the sow and litter display lasted another 20 minutes.

When he got bored harassing people to look inside the barn he started handing out stickers.  I even caught him playing with a toy tractor that had just left the kid’s hand with my Little Farmer’s help.  As I asked him about it he gave that kid a lot of stickers.

After the state fair was our local fair.  We don’t have a county fair, it’s an independent fair that takes in our county and the fringe of a few others, so it’s a good size.

Pedal Tractor Pulls

Giving it his all at the pedal tractor pull

Fair tractor pulls

Another featured event…Tractor and truck pulls!

Swine pee-wee showmanship

Swine pee-wee showmanship

dairy pee-wee showmanship

First time doing dairy pee-wee showmanship. He did great holding up her head!

We have thoroughly enjoyed our fair season!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kid in charge – How did this happen?

Has your house ever been (is) so messy that you don’t know where to start because you know a solid two to four hours of work will make no difference?  Yeah, me too.  The most recent time I’ve been affected by this incident is well, right now.

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The Little Farmer working feverishly in his field.

I’m washing dishes, the Little Farmer came out of the field long enough to eat and harass me.

messy kitchen

The head of the household giving orders and squeezing in a snack of grapes.

He had eaten some noodles and shredded cheese on the counter.  He handed me his bowl, and he said, “Wash this so you don’t get bored.”

I’m speechless.

He has a very managerial tone that was in full force when he followed up with, “And you can wash this fork too.”

Now he’s sitting on the couch playing with my ipod while I use Sony tech support chat to learn that my camera wasn’t really broken, someone had changed the mode.

 

 

 

 

Four Years Later

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It’s been four years since my husband’s last day here on earth.  I have lots of thoughts to share that don’t seem to be coming together very well, but I’d like to share anyway and try to honor his life.

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Mark Keller, husband, father, farmer & follower of Jesus

My heart still hurts for the loss, as I know many other hearts do too.  Yet I do feel true joy for the honor to have known and been married to such a good man.

As I look back at Mark’s life I see how he lived, loved and served with such a pure heart and pure motives.  He had relationship, living with Jesus as a friend, not religion which turns so many people off from wanting to know who Jesus really IS.  Was he an imperfect human, absolutely.  But he did the right things for the right reasons and I believe he was prepared to answer any question that he was asked at the pearly gates.  Looking back, my motivation was too often selfish and wrong.  I’m grateful to have learned from that, and hopefully to have changed.  Don’t worry, I’m not done changing, I know there’s still a long ways to go!

For those of you who don’t think I can cry, I can.  Eating more than the average per capita pounds of pork doesn’t really plug your tear ducts.  If you want to see, ask me how God has pulled me through four challenging years as a single parent.

1-      He sent {and still sends} people {LOTS of people} to be His hands and feet to help use, love us, encourage us, do for us what we couldn’t do for ourselves and help us heal.

2-      He sent true friends that were there in the hard times {I’m sure my grieving self has said a lot of crazy stuff} have stuck it out four years, and I’m confident will put up with me a while longer.

3-      He has answered prayers.  I know many of you have and may continue to pray for us, thank you.

4-      He has provided for us everything that we need and He has blessed us with much more.

5-      He has given me true hope for our futures here on earth and in eternity

I’ve learned God works in an open and willing heart.  A heart that is vulnerable enough to get hurt on occasion.  Doesn’t risk come with most change?  Here’s some of the changes I’ve made to change and heal:

1-      Joining small group women’s Bible studies and growing tremendously through the time and homework.  {Hearing how God loves me}  It’s been a safe environment to open up and heal.

2-      Making an effort to read the Bible daily.  {Reading what God has done for us over time to love us}

3-      Praying throughout the day.  {Counting blessings, recognizing the good and seeing results of answered prayers, even if they’re not the answers we want}

4-      Learning that being a single-parent, widow, whatever temporary title you use is only a CIRCUMSTANCE.  When we open our self up to God, He can give us strength to get through any short-term circumstance.

5 –    Believing that life on earth is short-term.  Whether we live to be 27, 72 or 102, it’s all short term in the big picture of eternity.

What I hope you’ll do as a result of reading this post:

1 – Compliment, encourage and thank those you love. Don’t wait, do it now and keep practicing for a long while {until it becomes habit}

2 – Try reading the Bible and praying if you haven’t done so for a while.  It’s life changing in the best of ways!

3 – Listen to this song.  It really speaks to my heart lately.

The Local Loaf

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My neighbor got a grinder as a gift.  She buys grain, makes her own flour and then makes homemade bread.  While it’s obviously easier to stay on the good side of a generous neighbor like this, for some reason the urge to make my own bread from my family’s wheat hit me.

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Fresh wheat from the field, with some straw, hulls and other chaff

 

wheat cleaned by hand

I tried dropping the wheat in front of a fan to blow out the chaff, but i ended up shaking it and picking unwanted items out by hand.

Pouring wheat into the mill

The Little Farmer pouring wheat into the flour milll or grinder.

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The Little Farmer was committed to making flour

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Our homemade flour had a field fresh smell!

homemade flour

The Little Farmer is proud of his work. He helped plant the wheat in the field, rode in the combine for harvest, helped clean and grind the wheat into flour.

Dough

1 1/3 c. warm milk

4 T butter, softened

½ c. honey

2 ¾ c. whole wheat flour

1 ¾ c. white flour

2 t. salt

1 egg

about ½ cup total of:  dry milk, cracked wheat, wheat germ (and whatever else your neighbor gives you)

Dry milk, cracked wheat (makes it more crunchy) and wheat germ (because the neighbor said and she knows what she’s talking about!)

2 ½ t. instant yeast

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My mixer manager is on the job. He loves running the controls.

Combine all of the dough ingredients in an electric mixer.  Mix and knead until you’ve formed a smooth, slightly sticky dough.

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I was accused of getting the counter dusty.

Let the dough rise in the bowl for 1 hour.  It won’t have doubled in size, but should be just a bit puffy.  Divide the dough into 8 – 10 even pieces, and shape into oval rolls.  Place them on a lightly greased baking sheet and allow them to rise, covered, in a warm place for 90 minutes to 2 hours.

Bake the mini-loaves in a preheated 350 degree oven for 20 ish minutes until the bottom is slightly browned.

homemade bread

Making bread is a big time investment, but totally worth it…at this point

*Recipe and flour grinder courtesy of my most excellent neighbors.  Thank you!!!

Parenting & Pig Stalls

There are a broad range of controversial parenting topics.  I had opinions on some of those topics before I ever had a kid.  Now I have a kid and my view of parenting has changed significantly.  I think the same is true of raising pigs.  The fact is to have pigs we must have pregnant pigs {aka sows}, and pregnant pigs must be cared for.

There are options for caring for pregnant pigs.  Gestations stalls, gestations crates, pig crates, whatever you call them are a hot topic these days.  At first glance it can be hard to understand why any farmer would consider using them.  Much like parenting, having your own kid {or pregnant sow} it’s much different than looking at pictures, reading about it on the internet and even hearing stories from others that have a kid {or sow}.

I see comments and stories from people who can’t understand why on earth farmers would consider using gestation stalls.  I hear from farmers who have raised pigs outside and have worked most of their lives to transition pigs inside who are frustrated about the communication gap.

Many farmers can draw on a lifetime of experience and see the improvements barns and stalls have made on their farms.  I recall one farmer sharing how his sows, pregnant mother pigs, were outside one summer and got sunburned so bad that they aborted all of their pigs.  I recall another farmer telling me how they built a new (smaller) barn on the farm every few years and that they realized how much it decreased odor on their farm by moving the last group inside where they could be separated from their own waste and kept cool by fans and misters instead of mud.

I think much of my dad’s generation can remember raising pigs completely outside.  Many in that generation have worked, saved, implemented technology, and done their best to make improvements on their farms.  Thus the progression from keeping animals outdoor to confinement.

My grandpa started his life working in fields with a horse and plow.  By the time my dad was born there were no more horses on the farm and they used tractors.  I can only imagine how much more work could be done with a tractor of any size than with a horse.

The same is true with pig barns and gestation stalls.

Growing up my family used farrowing stalls (where momma pigs have and nurse their babies), but we have never used gestation stalls (where momma pigs stay when they are not nursing piglets).  I am not opposed to using stalls.  I look at stalls as being a piece of equipment, or a tool that you can use help care for animals.  I believe that management is the most important tool in properly raising any animal.

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Chealp labor attempting to clean up after the pigs.

My family raised sows in pens.  They lived in groups up to 20.  I have seen that work well, and I have seen a big aggressive sow fight with a smaller one so badly that she was unable to eat feed.  If the smaller one was not identified quickly and removed from the group to be given individual care, she would not have survived.  I have seen sows sleep on top of each other in the winter to stay warm, if a smaller one ends up on the bottom she does not always come out unscathed.  A stall free world does not necessarily mean a better world.  See this link for more info.

I have also seen that it is increasingly hard for my dad to find people, even school kids, willing to do manual labor in the elements.  Dependable labor as well as equipment that allows you to provide good animal care are keys to sustaining any farm or business.

Through my work I have been in large barns and learned from farmers, at their dinner table, in their house, which is often near the barn, the story of their farm and why they do what they do.  Benefits of gestation stalls include being able to easily find the single sow that you are looking for to keep an eye on her when she is sick, to adjust her feed if she starts looking too thin or too heavy, to know her due date and provide special care when the big day draws near.

farrowing stall

I hope he has the chance to farm when he’s older if he wants to. Unnecessary regulations will limit his opportunities before he has a chance to make that decision.

A recent trend among retailers and restaurant chains is to phase out serving pork that came from a mother pig that was in a stall.  This will obviously mean change in the industry.  It would be much easier for me to accept these decisions if the decision makers in suits had even a portion of the experience that I have simply helping on a farm and talking to different types of farmers.  Or if the people pushing these people in suits to make changes that affect families like mine had done more to really understand why farms have changed so much over the past twenty years.

This change will mean more labor.  The additional labor will need to be skilled at caring for animals.  Most of the farmers that I know have a spouse who works off of the farm full-time.  Where will the extra dollars for labor, new equipment of some type, extra space in a building come from?  It may mean extra debt for some.  Some may choose not to incur the extra debt and quit raising pigs.

Feed is the biggest expense in raising an animal.  We are facing a very serious drought across the country.  The drought will likely mean a much tighter supply of corn and soybeans (ingredients in pig feed).  When supplies tighten, prices go up.

So if you were a family looking out for you and your animals’ long term interests would you chance feed prices exploding at the same time that you are being expected to change your barns, management plan and labor?

Please consider some of these thoughts before you get too upset about stalls.  If you have more questions please ask.  I know farmers who use gestation stalls who will talk to you about why.

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