Welcome to Heritage Homesteader. I come from the school of thought that if you can’t find what you want, make it yourself. And-so I do. Proving no matter where you live a simplistic sustainable life can be achieved. Growing up in a small town of 100 people in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey, my siblings and I picked wild blackberries for my great-grandmother to make blackberry dumplings that would later be poured warm over fresh vanilla ice cream she hand churned in a wooden churner that had belonged to her mother and been lugged up from the south with the prerequisite black cast iron skillet. I learned to cook, before I could read and to this day can smell a dish and replicate it to exact. A former 4-H’er, learned all the skills needed to land a husband. – Fast forward. After stints as a Playboy Bunny, Flight Attendant, Actress, Model, Corporate Hamster and Mom, am now finding the skills I learned as a child are becoming a lost art-form. Here I will document and excise the wealth of healing knowledge that was passed down. No physical records exist, except in my mind which lately seems to be slipping slowly into forgetfulness. Maybe a young man or woman can use my wisdom as a guide to pass on to another generation the wonderful smells and family traditions that seem to be losing out to AI intelligence. Come on in, stay awhile and peruse my blog. Thank you for stopping by!