I’ve been curious about the homesteading movement for a long time, albeit from a non-tradwife perspective. For a few years I subscribed to Mother Earth News, whose pages of solar panel installations and gardening tips filled my head with pastoral fantasies. (It’s possible that growing up in rural Pennsylvania planted a seed of affection for farm life, even though I suspect I would be terrible at it.) So I have nothing against people who decide to abandon the corporate world, or soulless suburbs, to live close to the land. I’m just not so into oppressive gender roles and unpasteurized milk.
My vegan perspective on homesteading has always been “Damn, that looks like it would all be 300% easier if they just didn’t have those freakin animals.”
Only if you live in a super specific climate that you could grow enough variety of plants or drastically change the definition of homesteading.
Beans, nuts, a hardy grain, berries, vegetables, fruit trees, mushrooms, a yeast culture… I guess I’m missing the particular difficulty. Seems like typical homestead proximately-grown fare to me.