a bun in the oven

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So, I’m not pregnant, first off.

Second, I’m expanding (expounding?) on my Resolution.

Particularly, the bit about doing things myself.

A friend and I were discussing the idea of Homesteading.  That is, becoming self-sufficient – living off the land, etc..

Now, Friend has plans to go crazy with this idea.

Screw Civilization Crazy.

Live-in-a-teepee/yurt/hobbit house-in-the-middle-of-nowhere crazy.

Seriously.

Me?  I’m a little more reserved.

While I’d love to live on a farm with chickens and goats, with the space (if not the innate ability) to grow my own veggies, I can’t quite see myself mucking out stables or getting up at the crack of ass to go a-harvestin’.

I can, and am, becoming more and more enamoured with the idea of Urban Homesteading.

Especially when it comes to food.

Between the three of us, we spend on average $100-$150 on groceries per week. 

That’s a lot.

I have my reasons.

I am a food snob and I buy organic.

I think it’s very important to put good quality food into your body.

Garbage in – Garbage out.

That doesn’t mean I like spending the coin.

Enter Urban Homsteading.

What do I buy with regularity that I could make at home much cheaper?

Here’s my list so far (and what I’m currently spending):

Produce – $30/week
Almond and Rice Milks – $12/week
Tofu – $5/week
Cereal – $20/week
Granola Bars $6/week
Tomato Sauce  $4/week
Salsa $4/week
Sandwich Bread, buns, pizza dough, etc. – $10/week
Jam $4/week

By making (and growing) stuff myself, I could cut down our costs by $95/week, not counting the cost of ingredients.

The trick is figuring out what is ‘worth it’ and what isn’t.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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