The pioneers would turn over in their grave if they saw a modern day garlic press.
I certainly couldn’t live without this beauty. Fresh garlic in our house is practically an every day staple. If Ma Pioneer saw one of these babies her first thought might be – maybe my hands won’t smell like garlic for two weeks straight after cooking up a pot of trail beans.
What do you think the pioneers used to mince their garlic anyway, a wagon wheel? Surely ole’ Jebediah was a bit more creative and less unsanitary than that. They probably at least had a mortar and pestle or an ax for the task. I can picture him now, husking garlic cloves in between chops of wood, a welcome break from all that manual labor. slicing through each clove on the bulb like butter with his big ax. mmmmmm, butter.
We all see glimpses of it every day, and it’s become more and more frequent these past few years. You know what I’m talking about – the tiny house movement, the homesteaders, the people just wanting to live a simpler, more basic life.
This is our families goal too, to one day have a small farm where we can focus on the things that matter most and not the hectic life we lead now where we work ourselves to death for no reason other than societal induced Stockholm syndrome.
It’s daily, hourly, up-to-the-minute reminders that this new gadget, or that new delivery website will make our lives better, and dare I say – happier. All lies. Better yet, we know they are lies but that doesn’t stop us from buying into all those shiny new temptations that might save us 2 minutes of our time each day – yes, I’m talking about you garlic press.
So, the idea for this website was born. Not only would Jebediah Pioneer be turning over in his grave over the notion of a garlic press but the reminder that he would also gives us pause. A moment to focus on where we came from, the effort it took to get here, and reconnect with that simpler way of life.