Awhile back, we reported on the Bicycle Camper. Well, going back to the department of inventive homes, a business called Tumbleweed Tiny House Company has been making quite a stir cranking out 70-120 square foot homes within the confines of simple trailer frames.

These aren't simple trailer campers, mind you. These are painstakingly-built houses that you can just so happen to tow with a pickup truck. And they sell them completely built and ready-to-go, or you can order plans from their website.

Hit the jump for a video of them building the "Fencl" model.

One thing that I've noticed since living on my own is how, for most of my younger years, I had taken food for granted. Now, the first thing you are thinking is what every college-age kid goes though, wishing he/she had a nice homecooked meal that they were used to their parents making. Please, throw those assumptions out the window so I may continue, thank you.

No, is what I'm talking about is the preparation aspect, and even more, what goes into said food. Our society places value on an efficient use of time, and because of this, "common" meal choices to be things like pre-made frozen products that you pop in a microwave, or things you just unwrap and eat. This is something that has always kinda gotten to me. However, it wasn't completely apparent how depressing a system it is until I moved out on my own and became self-employed. No longer faced with having to punch a clock or for that matter wake up at a certain hour, the idea of trying to rush through everyday activities to beat a schedule sounded almost silly.

One day when I had woken up at midnight and was up all night, I found myself with the unfamiliar predicament of not only being wide awake when the sun rose, but with plenty of time to stand around in the kitchen and cook a real breakfast. And I don't mean something quick like a bagel or a Pop-Tart. No, I finally cracked open that box of Cream of Wheat I bought a few weeks prior on a whim. Boiled a pot of milk on the stove, and stood around for nearly 10 minutes. It was a strange feeling, as actually "cooking" a breakfast was an alien concept. I'd do it years back when I had a snow day from school, but otherwise having to beat a clock to work combined with me not being the kind of person who can wake up early an on a schedule... well, you get the idea.