Here's what we had for breakfast yesterday morning:
Eggs, hash brown like stuff, maple flavored breakfast sausage and milk.
The eggs came from our chickens. The special fixings for the hash brown stuff (bacon grease, henbit, wild onion, wild garlic) came from the front yard and the hog we had butchered. We made the breakfast sausage from the deer we shot a few months ago. And the milk came from our goats.
Even though there were still items that we could have produced here, like the potatoes and various herbs used in the seasoning, it's still a great feeling to know that a lot of the food we eat comes from our own homestead.
It's almost like an addiction. Trying to grow/harvest/make everything you can from your own homestead and using your own hands. I know that we'll never be 100% self-sufficient for various reasons (personal & logistical), but every little step brings us closer to a more fulfilling and satisfying life.
It starts with a little unassuming cherry tomato plant stuck in an old pot on your front porch and the next thing you know you've got a feeder pig in the hatchback.
What started you down the "gott'a do it myself" path?