On food security and sourcing local

The memes making the rounds on the price of eggs has me laughing it up. Probably my favorite is this one:

It’s funny because it’s embarrassingly true. Just ask my sister or myself about the one time a friend’s dad caught us in the act and came running out of his house with nunchucks as we scurried away terrified! 🫣💀

But when I started thinking about this “crisis”at a deeper level, and level setting it to my reality here’s where I landed.

I will pay anywhere between $4-8 for a dozen cage free or pasture raised eggs (depending on where I’m picking them up and availability). I’m currently able to get two dozen for about $6 at Costco and that feels like a steal! Is there really a crisis, or has the bottom fallen out on an unstable model from big egg producers?

The once cheaper variety of eggs we are seeing depleted from grocery store shelves (and also currently price gouged) are grown in an unsustainable manner.

My county has a lot of large poultry operations, growing for Tyson, or…I’d like to list another but I think they’re a monopoly. Same goes for eggs. There may be tens of thousands of producers around the country but those farmers are growing their chickens and eggs to a standard that is not sustainable for the bird, the farmer, or the environment. All for a huge corporation that is demanding more and more for a lower bottom line. That way they can get a dozen eggs in the grocery store cooler for $1.88/dozen.

What happens when a chicken gets sick? Or how about a pandemic like avian flu moving through those enormous cramped coops that kill off the majority of the flock? That is what we are currently experiencing at the large scale level.

Your neighbor who raises their own chickens? Likely not affected, although egg production naturally decreases during winter months so the timing of all this makes a lot of sense. Support them if you are able to, but also look into organic or cage free or best of all pasture raised eggs. This level setting is happening everywhere in the food supply chain and I hope it’s opening more folks’s eyes to the problems that relying solely or heavily on centralized food systems creates. We were never intended to depend on ten or less huge corporations feeding an entire country. And look at what happens when we do, we are watching that system collapse.

Quick caveat: I’m writing from my personal perspective, which is a place of privilege that I can afford eggs at pretty much any price. If you rely on food stamps or affording eggs means sacrificing something else, please know I have absolutely been there. Where choices were not so abundant and we went without a lot of things due to their price. Eggs are a high-quality, low cost protein and there is a lot of food insecurity that touches people on the margins even more so when something like this happens. We are doing our best with broken systems all around us, no judgement or shade for how you go about putting food on the table for your family. This is a criticism of the industrial food system and not of people who need food subsidized.

On that long and rambling note, I’m opening a store!

I’ve been eluding to this basically since before we moved here, two weeks ago I filed the initial paperwork with the Secretary of State for my business name, and now things are starting to roll along.

Depending on how things go with funding and grants, I hope to open The Fayette Merc sometime in the spring.

Look, I can’t fix a broken system. None of us can do that individually but I can and do notice ways where I can make a positive shift in the direction that better serves my family and my community. If we all choose to notice and do things in our own small way, over time, these systems will rectify.

What I am writing is not new or revolutionary. It is doing my part in sharing the collective wisdom I’ve witnessed and experienced over the years from people doing good in this arena.

Now send me some good juju as I become a grant writer!

Yes, there will be bread

New Year… same me

Coming from deep inside winter hibernation mode.

I’m so encouraged seeing more and more posts and awareness online about how the start of the new year, January 1 is actually a terrible time to set resolutions and jump into new goals. It’s still the early days of winter, we are cold and hungry for carbs. I don’t need a new body or new, well, anything really.

Don’t get me wrong, I am all for setting intentions and making progress and self improvement. I started working with a coach a few months ago to help me focus on that and on myself since this whole caretaking journey has taken on a new dimension in this new state. So I’m not saying abandon ship with one’s goals. I AM saying January is maybe not the best time to wake up and start saying I’m going to crush it in a whole new way just because the calendar says that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. That’s just a set up for disaster, at least it is for me anyway.

Things that I am focusing on in this cold, dark time of the year are things I was mostly already doing as we went into the season. I’m not adding to the list, and there’s a freedom in that. I’m editing more, who I follow, what I consume online, curating if you will. If it isn’t serving me in a positive way, I let it go. I’m sleeping more, because my body craves it. I’m puttering around the house a lot in granny sweaters and slippers, baking sourdough – not because it’s trendy, but because it’s nourishing to my creative spirit and delicious to consume.

May this post be a reminder to just do you. Edit and curate. Save the goal crushing for warmer months and sunnier times. Eat something filling and warm, and nestle in for the winter, give yourself what you need in this season.

Merry Happy Everything, here’s our “card“

Today, Christmas Eve looks a lot different than in past years. We are going it solo for maybe only the second time in our adult lives. While we miss our Colorado family and friends terribly, choosing home this year was a very intentional decision, making this year mostly about our rootedness and new traditions in one place. (And the timing of that polar vortex proved that we made the right decision, yikes!)

Today has been spent baking my little heart out with sourdough gifts for our neighbors. Tomorrow we’ll eat yummy food, open presents, and since it’s been so nice out these past few days, spend some extended time in nature.

It’s sweet and simple and what we hope for all of you. Thank you for the cards, treats, FaceTime calls, and continued words of encouragement from near and far. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Festivus, and to all a goodnight.

Much love, The Mashek’s

What do six month roots look like?

A list:

Seeing more livestock than people in your average day

Baby plants and garlic bulbs in the now frozen ground, burrowed in for their long winter’s rest

noticing distinct lines in the seasons from hot, dry summer to windy, colorful fall, to snow covered mountains anticipating an ever darkening winter.

watching and syncing to the moon and sun cycles, knowing which stars to look for as seasons pass from one to the next

A deep appreciation, for all of these things that I neglected to notice living in the city

Daily and weekly rhythms, caregiving and kid activities that attempt to ground me

A dog that relentlessly pushes me to walk at least 5 miles a day, for her health as much as my own

Three little kitties that follow us around the yard with their little mew mews and their playful spirits, their tiny paw prints in the snow

A neighborhood bald eagle perched in one of our old trees, as well as two hooting owls in the next

A lingering Quiet and being comfortable being with myself, this must be peace

Cooking nourishing food nearly every night of the week, the removal of convenience replaced with hearty preparedness, knowing that there will always be more than enough

That feeling of coming home, whether from a day spent errand running in the city or from the long sense of drifting we experienced before landing in this place, we are here, right where we are meant to be, in this moment and with these people. And that is contentedness.

The Slight Shifts

First signs of fall up in the higher elevations

On exiting one liminal season and entering into a literal one.

It’s October here in Utah, we’ve officially crossed into fall – mornings and evenings are crisp and cool but you can still wear short sleeves most of the day, the leaves are still green and holding on, but that soon will turn as evidenced in the higher elevations. It’s dark now on our evening walks and we’re all prone to going to bed much earlier, following our circadian rhythm’s.

What I’m letting go of and sketching into existence are some of the thoughts on my mind in this changing season.

I have written about this season before because it is so profound to me and I think I most certainly carry some of the traumas from my past that are more felt this time of year. In 2011 my mom got sick right around the beginning of October, she passed away just over a month later that November, shy of her 56th birthday. Last year around this time we were wrapping up our volunteer stint on our friend Roger’s farm and had very few prospects or ideas on where to drift next, it was the ushering in of a very dark and hard season experiencing houselessness far beyond what we thought life would look like as nomads and way past our comfort zone.

This year prospects are physically much much improved. We’ve been in one place long enough to literally put plants in the ground and to start growing roots, just as intended. Stability has done wonders for my mental state (as well as therapy and meds earlier this year when we were still unsettled). There are enough resources and a little extra every month so we are no longer in the trap of existing to pay for our lives. The cost of living is much more palatable for us here, so while inflation takes its toll we are prepared and feel lucky to be where we are at.

On that sturdier foundation I’ve been reflecting a lot on what I need and want going forward, what to continue letting go of, and what drawing up a long term future for myself (I’m purposefully making it about me so I don’t get distracted by others) looks like here. Here’s my lists in no exhaustive order.

💚 Things that are filling my body, mind, and soul:

🌄 Seeing the sunrise and sunset

📞 At least one long weekly phone call with at least one far away friend,

☀️ Getting outside in the midday sunshine for a half hour or so letting as much of my skin see some light and absorb that vitamin D

🚿 A cold blast for the last minute of my showers

🐶 Walking Millie every morning for 2 miles

📖 Getting to an in-person Alanon meeting once a week

🦶 Walking barefoot inside AND outside

🐮 Drinking raw milk

🥩 Eating simply, intuitively, and focusing on high quality proteins like grass fed beef

🪴 Taking care of our houseplants

🧹 Finding ways to be of service outside of home

✔️ Things that are have to do’s, but when I do them it’s a relief:

🤸🏼‍♀️ Pilates

🏋🏼‍♀️ Any phone calls or scheduling or administrative stuff for this household or my dad

🥙 Planning meals

🧼 Some chores, like I like the house vacuumed everyday, but we live in a dusty place so sometimes there’s just dust on things and it’s okay

🪫 Things I’m letting go of:

🚫 Other people’s opinions of me or my actions

📝 Things that are not on my list

Doing something for someone else if I’ve attached and expectation (a tit for tat mentality)

📱Doom-scrolling and mindless social media scrolling, especially upon waking up

🙅🏻‍♀️ Wearing fake crap that doesn’t feel good on my skin

🫢 Eating fake crap that doesn’t feel good in my body

I have journal pages full of ideas and notes from podcasts and drawings of future uses for space here, and am okay with them being in their draft stages in this moment. In the meantime, I’m going to just keep taking care in the ways that serve me, so that I can draw from a deep well when the next season is upon us. I think that is a very good use of what to do in a liminal space.

Questions for you dear reader: What are you up to this fall? How do you usher in a change of season?