Eggs, the other red meat
I've never been a vegetarian
--- not quite --- though for the first twenty odd years of my life I
ate meat sparingly and mostly under duress.
I blame my budding vegetarianism on pacifist parents who looked on in
amusement the summer that I decided it was immoral to kill
anything. Soon thereafter, I spent a week in the Outer Banks of
North Carolina stoically and gently brushing mosquitoes from my
skin.
And now I'm a chicken killer and soon to become a deer killer.
What happened? Read more....
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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