Written by Caitlin Fitzpatrick Curley of My Little Poppies.
I used to hate cooking.
I made sure my family had access to healthy foods and tried my best to prepare balanced meals... but I didn’t enjoy it.
I wanted to, but I didn’t.
Over the years, I’ve tried to force it and I’ve tried to fake it, but it just never clicked. There was always something else I’d rather be doing.
My quest to love cooking reached an all-time high when we first stumbled into homeschooling, because it was then that I discovered the homesteaders.
You know the ones. Somehow, these amazing women are able to educate a passel of children and bake fresh bread and hang laundry on the line and care for chickens and prepare from-scratch meals that make your belly rumble… not to mention the quilts, jams, candles, and soaps.
And their children get to watch and learn from it all.
There is a huge part of me that wants to be able to do that, to live out my girlhood Laura Ingalls dreams.
But the reality is, I can’t figure out the balance piece of it.
So maybe, if we’re being honest here, I just want an amazing homesteader to adopt me.
(Because you can’t be a homesteader if you don’t enjoy cooking.)
This realization caused me to, once again, hang up my wannabe-homesteader apron and stick with what I know. Instead of acting like the Ingalls family, we read about the Ingalls family.
And then something amazing happened.