Our underground house was built from ideas in the $50 and Up Underground House Book by Mike Oehler. At first it was only 14x28 ft. - all one room, with no bathroom or kitchen or running water or electricity. It was built into a hill. Little by little we fixed it up, adding a room for my daughter, a bathroom with composting toilet, an 8x8 ft. root cellar, a 12x48 ft. solar greenhouse, and then, a workshop. The house grew to 1750 square feet. I was too sick to work at a "regular" job, so I started Peace and Carrots Farm CSA with the help of Voc-Rehab. This allowed me to work hardest in the spring, when I felt best, and slow down for the fall and winter, when I felt worst. I could work the hours I chose and rest whenever I needed to. I had always been a gardener. I had such a serious seed addiction that I needed to become a farmer so I had a reason to plant so many varieties. I think at one time I counted up 70-something different sorts of crops. Vermont has a very short growing season, but daylight lengths are long in the summer. As a food technician, I worked on projects like Devil Dog shelf life, Canadian Wyler's raspberry drink, Coco Lopez cream of coconut and the pina colada mix, infant formula for third world countries and the Saudi Arabian lunch program. The Saudi food was the most wholesome. Working in corporate America opened my eyes to the food industry and I realized I did not want to be part of it. I can still remember my food science teacher, who came from India, telling us that all canned foods had to be boiled. A girl raised her hand and asked if that was necessary for tuna. He said yes. Geeze! I was a vegetarian for 8 years. A different food science teacher said I had to taste the boiled cow tongue or I would get an F for the day. More disgust for the whole teaching experience. I also took all the dietetics classes right up to the point I was supposed to do an internship. Honestly, I thought that dietetics was stupid, too. The entire time I was in college, I believed in organic food and eating more naturally. This was mostly in the 70's. I was a lone voice in the wilderness at college. Up until then, much of my college education and work experience just pushed me away from the norm. I lost respect for what was being done and taught. I started finding jobs at natural food stores, doing crunchy-granola sort of cooking and specializing in catering natural foods. I always had my own organic gardens. Next thing I knew, I had one of the first CSA's in the country. Now that I am old, I eat pretty much anything. I cook all sorts of ways. I love all kinds of ethnic food. In my senior years, I am also too low income to buy and eat what I would like. I am too disabled to garden any more. I rarely buy processed foods on purpose, but take what I can get when it's donated. I give away the foods I find particularly egregious. I loved being a chef for the same reason I loved being a farmer....somebody else was paying for the raw ingredients, and I could be creative without being wealthy. I wanted to add pictures here, but I could not figure out how.