This morning as I was getting the food ready for our meal today, I looked at the ingredients I had out, I checked the recipe to make sure I had everything and as I was grabbing my camera, I kinda laughed to myself and thought . . I bet my ingredients, even though they’re the same as anyone else would use, don’t look exactly the same.
Then the thought occurred to me that some may think I’m virtue signaling, which I am not doing and I hope you know that.
A definition I found online for virtue signaling – the action or practice of publicly expressing opinions or sentiments intended to demonstrate one’s good character or the moral correctness of one’s position on a particular issue.
I think of virtue signaling more along the lines of someone, anyone, maybe myself unknowingly, saying “Look at what I do. I’m so much better than you!” “Better” could mean I care more about the environment or I care more about what my family eats or I care more about whatever. I am not saying any of that.
I simply love growing a garden, canning and cooking from scratch, and trying new things. I think it’s something in my genes as my grandma canned or froze almost everything they ate — from their garden to a pig or cow they had raised for food. They did it out of necessity. I do it purely because I love doing it.
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone and thought “she probably never grew her own food” or “she probably doesn’t even know how to can!” So, I really don’t believe I’m “virtue signaling” but I never know how people interpret what I write or what they think of me.
I write the blog because I love what I do, I love sharing what we do. Maybe I share too much! I never think, nor am I saying that my way is the best way or the right way. My thoughts run along this line: If there’s someone out there who has ever thought of cooking from scratch, or knitting a sweater, or canning fresh tomatoes . . maybe something I say will encourage them to try it and maybe they’ll love it and it will be something they continue to do and then pass on to future generations.
I can’t tell you how many times friends have shown me something, I tried it and loved doing it. There are times I try things (decorating cookies) and realize it isn’t for me but I’m glad I tried it. I would hate to go through life and at the end, realize there were things I wanted to do/learn and never did it. Life is short! So, when I share what we’re doing, it isn’t to say “you really need to do this”, but more to say “I love doing this. If you want to try it, you should try it!”
Back when we were looking for a house here and could not find a house or could not get a deal to go through, I was blogging about it. For those not with me when that happened, we looked for several months for a house, had several (like 8) deals fall through for various reasons all the way from “I decided not to sell”, to foundation issues, to “I’m not fixing anything – I don’t care what the inspector finds”. I almost said “It was a nightmare” but it was kinda comical after about the 4th time it happened. We got to where we made an offer, it was accepted and then we both joked about how long it would take for the deal to fall through.
In fact, one house we found, the packers were already at our house in MO when that deal fell through. The house was empty. The owner knew we were in a bind and had agreed to let us move in before the deal closed. That was the house where the owner said “I’m not fixing anything.” Vince was at the house with the inspector when that conversation took place. Vince said to the inspector “My wife is going to die! The packers are at our house and they’re leaving next week to come to Texas and we have no place to go.” The inspector had a house that was for sale, had not sold and agreed to let us rent that so that’s what we did til we found this place and even with this house, the seller almost backed out and we had to make a crazy deal with him to sell our house back to him within two years of closing if our sale affected another piece of property he owned. That didn’t happen – lucky for us!It was definitely an experience we will never forget and are able to laugh about it now.
It was definitely an experience we will never forget and but, thankfully, we are able to laugh about it now.
So, during that time, this is part of an email I got from a blog reader:
“Judy, I really feel sorry for your husband. Nothing seems to be good enough for you. The housing thing the need to have things your way all the time. He is blind to you or so foolishly
in love with you to do what you want. The Joplin Quilt thing and now The Texas quilts is this for your notority or are you genuine about all this. The Complaining and whining are about sickening. Others out there are suffering and all we hear about is what you want and can’t have.”
I see her point. I wanted a house . . a home! I had just moved and left my only child 11 hours away . . to follow my husband as he changed jobs.
Who wouldn’t see that as a horribly selfish thing for me to have done. Oh . . and collecting quilts for tornado victims in a city near me that was devastated by a tornado; or collecting quilts for families near us, whose homes had been destroyed by a wildfire. It’s a wonder I haven’t been struck by lightning . . or worse!
The email went on and on . . that’s just part of it. Briefly I wondered if that’s how others see me and then I decided I am who I am. No one is forcing her to read the blog.
The Joplin Quilt thing – readers sent tons of quilts and quite a bit of money to be donated after the tornado. The checks were sent to me, addressed to a charity so not one dime of the money even went through my account. Chad, Nicole and I drove around for days after things settled down in Joplin, giving out quilts to folks who had lost everything.
The Texas quilts were collected after the Bastrop fire that first year we were here.
So . . all this to say . . I used home canned chicken this morning in a recipe! 🙂
And, I’m not posting this for anyone to tell me I’m a good person or a bad person. I’m a little of both probably but I don’t ever want anyone to think the things I write about are in any way a put down on anyone who does things differently from how I do them. In fact, I have a post about or dryer coming up and when you see the picture, anything good you may have thought about me . . it will be gone when you see my messy laundry room but . . that’s just keeping it real.