I get a wide range of feedback regarding our “strange” way of eating.
Some people think it’s the coolest thing ever and become inspired to try it themselves.
Some wrinkle their noses in disgust when I mention drinking raw milk or eating whole wheat bread.
Others stare at me with a quizzical look and can’t seem to figure out WHY I go to so much trouble to obtain our food when it can easily be purchased at the grocery store.
Of course, I give the typical answers:
“I enjoy it. It’s kind of a hobby.”
But when it’s all said and done, sometimes I’m left stuck, wondering what to say to those people.
I mean, really. Doesn’t it seem borderline ridiculous to go to all the trouble of owning, milking, feeding, kidding, and fencing goats, just to have a little raw milk?
WHY NOT just go to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of milk for $2.89? That DOES seem like the logical path, doesn’t it?
So allow me to tell you what it really all comes down to for me. The REAL reason I go to so much trouble to grow our own food, milk our own animals, make our own bread and cheese, and grind our own flour.
Is it healthier? Why, of course. But that’s not the entire reason.
Is it cheaper? Sometimes. But not always.
Is it a hobby? Yes, but it’s still a lot of work.
The real, raw reason that I go to so much trouble is because:
Processed food makes me angry.
It insults my intelligence that some company squirts a bunch of chemicals into a carton and trys to sell it to me as “whipped topping”.
It offends my sensibilities that some company takes all the fat out of antibiotic-laden milk, alters it by homogenization, cooks it until any living organism in it is dead, and then has the audacity to try to sell it to me as healthy “milk”.
It infuriates me that some company puts yellow colored, man-made, rancid vegetable oils into a tub and then tries to sell it to me as a “heart healthy” butter alternative.
Because you know why? I’m smarter than that. And so are you.
I refuse to spend our hard-earned money on a bunch of pseudo-food. I will buy and eat actual food; things that God intended for us to eat. Not cheap imitations that help to line the pockets of already rich corporations.
I don’t care how good you think it tastes, or how cheap it may be. It’s. Not. Food.
I guess, I’ve always been a bit of a rebel at heart. But never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that my desire to drink milk the way God intended it to be drank and grind my own flour would deem me a rebel. But you know what?
So be it.
What are YOUR reasons for choosing real, whole foods? Can you relate to my feelings here, or am I totally off-base?