Farmer Steve
Using traditional farming and modern science to create simple solutions to complex problems
Who is Farmer Steve?
Farmer Steve is a truly special Amish farmer based in Pennsylvania, where our products are proudly made.
He specializes in crafting our JIGGLES! and carefully brewing the tea used in our Butter Teas.
Steve pours his heart and soul into the land, the animals, and every step of the process of creating whole foods that nourish and heal. He holds deep gratitude for every animal, every person, and the soil itself—each playing an essential role in bringing our products to life.
Steve’s Special Messages
Walk Down Memory Lane 🎄
A Christmas message from Steve 
Walk down memory lane into yesteryear
Mother and Brother headed out to the chicken coop on this snowy December day
We waded through snow and drifts and we stirred chicken feed and hot water to take it out to the chickens for their winter breakfast
They were very happy to see us and thanked us with squalls for their mash
The snow continued to fall all afternoon
It is Christmas Eve and Dad and my brother and I headed to the barn with the lantern
Shadows of large steps, Dad’s steps
In the barn he hung up the lantern and milked the cow
My brother and I played hide and go seek around the milking cow and Dad
The two cats in the barn found their nest under the manger and feed box
The chickens were roosting on the high perch above the hay manger
A few stray sparrows were nestled in the loft, cooing a sweet Christmas Eve lullaby
The flock of ewe and lamb were stalled nearby, with straw and sweet grass
Christmas Day turned out to be a cold wintery snow morning Mother, Dad, and children headed for Grandpa’s house Clip clop, clip clop through the beautiful snow landscape down the beautiful country road
We entered grandma’s kitchen – she was excited for the cousins
Grandma’s kitchen had a hand pump – a dry sink, no running water
The pot bellied stove was in the parlor, tender and wood, warming the parlor, you could see flames through the grate
More uncles and aunts were coming to Grandpa’s home – a true sense of Christmas, a family gathering
Grandma’s potatoes were delicious – mashed, with brown butter, sprinkled with homemade crackers on top
She took us down into the depths of memory lane
They dried peas and corn on a flat roof when she was a girl – she still served dried peas and corn today
With homemade butter and cookies and cake – the best end dinner
The Christmas after dinner, we all gathered in the big parlor, singing Christmas carols, exchanging small valuable gifts
It was time to leave too soon, we had to go do evening chores
The one horse open sleigh cut along the roadway, silent, a faint thud thud instead of the usual clip clop
How we enjoyed the ride home, laughing on Christmas Day!
Next week there was no school and the following afternoon the old steam engine came – chug chug WHOO, down the road, pushing drifts, pushing snow, he stopped at our house for hot chocolate and mother’s best date cookies
My brother and I were allowed to pull the rope for the whistle – whoo whoo!
Evening came, nightfall, we had games in the evening before the warm comforting bed – mother’s kindness and warmth filled the home
New Christmases come and go, but memory lane – yesteryear – remains
This year we will tell all the pets that their name is “Blizzard.” There will not be a spring without winter, so Merry Christmas to all the Blizzards.
Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright
In his care, Steve.
