It’s a new year

A paper collage of Idaho mountains I made for Michael's christmas presentI firmly believe in new year’s resolutions. It’s as good a time as any to commit oneself to various forms of improvement. Life is a long journey, and the world made a potentially better place by each of us working on ourselves. Addressing our own actions and character effects the lives around us in infinite ways. So before I get rolling into some crazy house-cleaning spree or year’s end festivities, here are some goals I’m aiming for:

1. Learn more about this area’s food system, in particular what steps I can take to help the local food pantry and people in need;

2. Continue to train our dogs;

3. Call my family members more;

4. Volunteer 50 hours of my time this year (yeah, I think it’s appropriate to put a number on that one);

5. Dance;

6. Go back to school;

7. Get my greenhouse dialed in!

How about you? Tell me what your goals are for this year. I’d like to write about how to achieve them, especially as they relate to the topic of sustainable living at this point in history.

frosty greens

my cold frame on December 22. not bad for piecemeal insulationAfter throwing some scratch grains out for the laying hens this morning, my nose septum registered the twelve degree temperature, convincing me to shut them right back in the coop. The day’s progressive sun rays, and decreasing wind bites, saw the ladies to free roaming later in the day, but I remained bundled in 3 layers of pants and 5 tops (coat included).

I chipped through the iced shut cold frame, prying it open after it had received maximum afternoon light rays. Voila! Now here I must admit yet again to shoddy construction habits. If my lettuce greens lived through such a cold frost, luck certainly played a part. And they did. The bed needs water, and unfortunately the seeds I planted in November have only sent up their first two scraggly leaves, so nothing of major eating import. Yet the elder plants (put in the dirt in October) continue to live, squatting every shorter, growing every more slowly. The plants closest to water bottles placed along the back wall have done the best – no surprise with their extra insulation/heat saver next to them.

Just think what better insulation (perhaps even some of the excessive horse hay all over here), and a more attentive water and soil health schedule could do for this . . . not to mention actually picking cold hardy species (like spinach instead of salad greens).

frosty day about a week agoAnd now here’s to hoping for ice-free roads on my trip to Ohio for Christmas, although iced evergreens do make for quite a mystical setting.

give a present of PASA

Sunflower from a farm in VermontBy far the best gift my father ever gave me (in addition to his example of a meaningful life), was a college education. Now, as I consider the extent of life yet to be lived, further education ranks amongst gifts I’ll choose to give myself. Foremost amongst such opportunities is a pass to the PASA conference this upcoming February.

The Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture will hold pre-conference educational days in addition to the regular, Farming for the Future-themed program. Although the various cheesemaking classes are enticing, the two-day sustainable forestry classes offer me access to discussions I’d like to hear right now: forest farming from the top down, the role of non-timber forest products in management and stewardship and more. Other pre-conference tracks include ‘Green learning for High School students,’ ‘Hands-on IPM and Bio-Controls’ (that’s integrated pest management), ‘Innovative cover cropping systems for organic vegetable production,’ and many more.

This year’s conference focuses on ‘Finding your Foodshed’; keynote speaker Raj Patel has written about the global food system and the paradox of why one billion people are overweight and almost a billion are still starving. The Saturday keynote, Bernard W. Sweeney resides in this neighborhood. As the Director, President and Senior Research Scientist for the Stroud Water Research Center in Avondale, PA, his “current research interests include water quality monitoring in conservation, the effects of global warming on stream ecosystems, and the role of streamside forests in the structure and function of stream and river ecosystems.” (text from PASA conference brochure)

At a cost of $200, the two-day regular conference comes in at a fair cost, especially when compared to conferences with similar instructional classes. The pre-conference tracks come in at just under$100-a-day, again, for an entire day’s worth of instruction. Meals are separate, and the cost to members for the actual conference are discounted. Visit www.pasafarming.org for full information on all events. If the conference is too expensive or too much time out of your life to attend, please consider supporting this association with a year’s membership, at a cost of $45 for an individual. Benefits include discounted fees for year-round classes offered throughout Pennsylvania, and the knowledge that you are helping support sustainable farming practices and policy.

mama mia!

Prima dona cheese, fava beans, roasted red peppers, sausage assortment, provolone and pate from the Philly Italian MarketLack of basic news monitoring skills landed Michael and I in Philly’s Italian Market today; I suppose if we’d glanced at a weather forecast yesterday we might have skipped our road trip. But winter storms be fudged (so much tastier than another phrase); freezing rain couldn’t stop our unknowning, hungry souls.

What is it that sparks the desires of many to return to their roots?  Perhaps all those Simon & Garfunkel recordings of ‘Homeward Bound’ that filled my teenage ears contribute to my desire. More likely, the distance in time from my mother’s death has lenghthened, rendering connections to some of my past more obscure. Her largely Italian heritage remains vague in my comprehension of family history, and now her parents have passed on as well.

Sonny D'Angelo's wooden butcher blocks are beautifully worn from decades of use.But all feelings of lost stories came to an aromatic halt today in Claudio Specialty Foods; standing in line behind three Italian women who barely reached my chest height, I was included by way of head and shoulder gesturing in a commentary on the store’s provolone. A piece was passed my way, and just as its somewhat salty, and truly sharp bite had begun to take hold, the eldest of them nodded her head in moderate appreciation. This time we would not be duped. It was sharp enough.

I imagined my grandmother going to such markets in New Jersey, where she raised my mother and siblings. I imagined her getting the not-as-good end of a massive provolone log on occasion. Maybe a salami that was just too tough. And I imagined the discourse that would ensue with any shopkeeper responsible. Well, I tried to imagine. I’ll need to pick up some Italian words to do these imagined memories some justice.

The sausage case at D'Angelo Bros.Unable to communicated even the most basic appreciative word, I bobbed my head and felt the size of my Italian nose do some of the talking I couldn’t. Then it was on to D’Angelo Bros., a meat market. Now there are many such shops along the market street, but D’Angelo’s intrigued us with its game meat list posted outside, as well as a recommendation from the coffee shop girl next door. Oh the felicitousness of the curious!

We were greeted by a decidedly furry decore theme – pelts for sale from hunting excursions (as I learned later) of the late father of owner Sonny D’Angelo. Anxious to commandeer someone capable of making sausage, Michael inquired about Sonny’s ability to make sausage from venison. A question which led us to acquire a sausage sampler (couple of links of 5 varieties), then step back with mouths agape as their ingredients were highlighted: Pheasant with cognac and nuts, rabbit with brandy mustard, and so many more.

As if to encourage a day of easy spending, the fates sent in a customer searching for Christmas dinner fare. We had only to hear him recount his purchase of a pate for last year’s meal, and its phenomenal reception, before we too were slipping a slab of duck goodness into our bags. In and around several other orders, I noticed a book for sale; Sonny has a passion for cooking in addition to his historic professional skills. Intrigued by the history of the store’s 99-year location in the Philly Italian Market, as well as Sonny’s clearly historic inspiration for meat concoctions, I grabbed some copies.

Just as Michael and I were about to bemoan our relocation away from Idaho elk, I believe we’ve found someone capable of energizing our interest in Pennsylvania’s local game species. I greatly look forward to reading Sonny’s books and making more frequent trips in to the market.

I balanced a two-pound piece of Prima Donna and a dry sausage link on my lap as we drove south out of town. Carefully carving delicious bites for our lunch, it occurred to me that the way my cheese discoveries are going, I may not live to see another trip into this fabulous market. As a friend has commented, who buys two pounds of cheese? Me!

All I want

a jerry-rigged vice holds some spalted maple in place for carving our very own homemade bowlMy first holiday party of ‘08 (last night) revolved enthusiastically around the home of Katie and Abby in Kennett Square, PA; punch in hand and polenta-topped-with-mushroom bites as well, conversation clanked around talk of Vikings and Germanic cultural traditions still in evidence here today. And just as construction techniques for Viking ships began to overwhelm me, Tim Mountz of Happy Cat Organics steered the discussion around to his seed packets sitting out as party souvenirs.

I must have had a bit too much punch as I forgot to grab a couple tomato varieties to take home, and I’ll have to get in touch with Tim and his wife Amy Bloom again soon. Specializing in heirloom varieties, some of which come from Tim’s grandfather’s gardening traditions, their seeds are my idea of a perfect Christmas gift: locally made, very little packaging, long-term tasty benefits, and the fact that purchasing them helps those that grow them continue to preserve food heritage and perhaps more importantly, food security. I believe time will tell how multi-faceted our food sources need to be to withstand the vagaries of disease, pollution, weather and other stresses; seed growers such as Tim and Amy remain an invaluable part of local food systems.

A permafix on my greenhouse light would also be nice . . .Now on to my other Christmas wish-list items: I desire a fruit CSA share from North Star Orchard. Nine pounds of local peaches, apples and plums a week (and many more fruits as well),  would keep me happy in the kitchen from August through October, and then well on into the winter should I manage to preserve some.

I’d also like a water heater for my chicken waterer; ours from Idaho has been lost in transit and the ladies need un-frozen water. (Thankfully it hasn’t been an issue yet, as the coop is well-insulated and the temperature was in the 50s yesterday!)

I’m pretty well set though, and the rest of my desires are for others. Kind of like hoping for a best friend to fall in love with a good person, I’d like Chester County residents to fall in love with their local farmers and crafters (all of whom are also Michael would like full rock god status for Christmasbusinessmen and women, by the way). So here are gift ideas for our communities:

CSA shares from the area’s farms, Community Garden volunteer hours, Food bank donations, cookbooks and family time in the kitchen, locally made art, around-the-house gift certificates (cleaning, massage, music playing), further education at Longwood Gardens, Mt. Cuba, Chester County Night School and more, land conservation memberships, volunteer time at senior centers, antique shopping, and much much more (not to leave out re-gifting something or other . . . )

So look up your area’s artists in holiday bazaars, get on the phone to the land trusts, pick up some heirloom seeds, and have a hot toddy while you’re at it. Gifting this season is about celebrating the local area by engaging the recipient in an action that directly benefits Chester County. If your holiday party card still has some open spaces, take a moment to bring some food over to your local food bank.

Green eggs and ham

Got a call from someone selling chickens last week. He’d held onto my number until his pullets began to lay, then called me back. I couldn’t resist his description, and our red sex links are now sharing living quarters with an araucana mix. They lay green eggs! Which yes, we have eaten with some ham. Dr. Seuss was right after all. Now I just have to hope that their back feathers will grow in fairly soon; during their first months of life they endured the machismo of a rooster.

I’ve continued to harvest a lunchtime salad from the cold frame once a week. The plants, while certainly slow-growing, are still pushing out new leaves, even after surviving several hard freezes. I still wouldn’t call my construction anything but ‘primitive’, but for scrap materials it has done fairly well.

Further Cricket Thicket farm notes must be honest and include the deaths of note as well. Many a mouse has met its match via peanut butter and a mouse trap; this past week we’ve trapped 5 on the kitchen counter tops. Next I suppose I may need to bait the chicken feed storage area.

web site mavens

Sometimes computers strike me as impersonal technological gimmicks which distract us from more creative hobbies (and lives – where have all the trilingual basket-weavers and pastry chefs gone?). I recently joined Facebook in order to get in touch with somewhat lost college friends, and am overwhelmed by the amount of feelings the act of looking at these web pages has conjured. I’m slightly aghast at the overtly up-to-the-minute glance into people’s lives, but yet somehow appreciate the modern-day telegram element of comments. Yet the feeling of distance still pervades the experience.

So what am I doing writing a web site then? If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em? Maybe. Part journal/diary, part how-to, I’m exploring this style of writing precisely because it offers those interested a glance into a lifestyle I feel strongly about, something it has taken 28 years to begin to understand. Should anyone choose to add something to their life as a result, all the better.

My high school journals developed around collages – pictures and phrases I felt represented my emotions at the time. This web site is an example of photos and more extensive text, potentially able to tell stories to a more diverse network of people. But none of it would be here today without the help of David Stilwill, my web site creator. The son of a farming couple I worked with in Idaho, David has immediately understood the content and purpose of this site. We’re learning together how to approach such ideas, and I am ever grateful for his technical know-how. His web site, www.adventurebookshelf.com offers reviews of what the name implies: books of an adventure and travel nature. Flights of fancy indeed, check it out.

Michael has had his own slew of computer experiences since arriving here in Pennsylvania. Getting Verizon wireless service out our rural way was just the beginning. Since, his main computer has glitched out completely, twice. But never fear, the MacDaddy lives here. David Luck has serviced each of Michael’s technical conundrums – which are frequently worsened by his own attempts at fixing software . . . yikes. The MacDaddy does great Mac work, and always manages to stay for some of my cooking which I’d prefer to share. Macintosh computers and the Apple store may have the highest prices for service and products (according to Consumer Reports) but they also have the highest level of customer satisfaction. The MacDaddy is just the sort of person one wants when not living nearby such a store outlet.

Cranberry apple pie

You’d think that our counter-depth model refrigerator would allow for easy visibility of all items, eliminating the four-month-old mold concoctions. Yet some beautiful cranberries I bought much more than a month ago emerged just last week; some rarely-used pre-made miso jars had obscured their bright beauty.

And as both they and the last of my apples were beginning to soften, I decided to make pie. As usual, I didn’t have the quantities for the extensively tested Cook’s Illustrated recipe, but no matter. Less filling makes for more pie crust, a predicament I happen to enjoy. The cranberries become deliciously sweet and tangy here. I also happened to burn mine (distraction coming from who knows what), but some cinnamon ice cream remedied those dry pieces.

You’ll need: (Dough) 2 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour; 2 Tbs sugar; 1 tsp salt; 12 Tbs cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/4-inch thick slices; 1/2 cup cold vegetable shortening, cut into 4 pieces; 1/4 cup cold vodka; 1/4 cup cold water – (Filling) 2 cups frozen or fresh cranberries; 1/4 cup orange juice; 1 cup sugar plus 1 Tbs for top of pie; 1/2 tsp gr. cinnamon; 1/2 tsp salt; 1/4 cup water; 1 Tbs cornstarch; 3 1/2 pounds sweet apples, peeled and cut into 1/4-inch-thick slices; 1 egg white, beaten lightly.

My notes – I actually found some Spectrum organic vegetable shortening I thought I could live with on the shelves of Kimberton Whole Foods. Made from palm oil, it truly adds a different texture to a pie crust. For apples, I used a yellow variety picked up by way of Inverbrook Farm, which takes deliveries on occasion from North Star Orchard. Also, I used Walt’s Swarmbustin honey in lieu of sugar, and decreased the amount to 3/4 cup – for the filling.

For the dough: process 1 1/2 cups flour, sugar and salt in a food processor until combined, about two 1-second pulses. Add butter and shortening and process until homogenous dough just starts to collect in uneven clumps, about 15 seconds. Scrape bowl with rubber spatula and redistribute dough evenly around processor blade. Add remaining cup flour and pulse until mixture is evenly distributed around bowl adn mass of dough ahs been broken up, 4 to 6 quick pulses. Empty mixture into medium bowl.

Sprinkle vodka and water over mixture. With rubber spatula, use folding motion to mix, pressing down on dough until dough is slightly tacky and sticks together. Divide dough into 2 even balls and flatten each into 4-inch disk. Wrap each in plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 45 minutes or up to 2 days.

For the Filling: Bring cranberries, juice, 1/2 cup sugar, 1/4 tsp cinnamon and 1/4 tsp salt to boil in medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Cook, stirring occasionally and pressing berries against side of pot, until berries have completely broken down and juices have thickened to jamlike consistency (wooden spoon scraped across bottom should leave clear trail that doesn’t fill in), 10 to 12 minutes. Remove from heat, stir in water and bring to room temperature, about 1/2 hour.

Meanwhile mix 1/2 cup sugar, remaining cinnamon, salt and the cornstarch in a large microwave-safe bowl. Add apples and toss to combine. Microwave on high power, stirring with rubber spatula every 3 minutes until apples are just starting to turn translucent around edges and the liquid in the bowl is thick and glossy (about 10 to 14 minutes). Cool to room temperature.

To assemble: heat the oven to 425 degrees F, with rack at lowest setting. Remove dough from refrigerator and roll out on a generously floured work surface to a 12-inch circle about 1/8-inch thick. Roll dough loosely around rolling pin adn unroll into pie plate, leaving a 1-inch overhand. Transfer cooled cranberry mixture to pie plate and spread in even layer. Place apple mixture on top of cranberries. Roll out second disk of dough on generously floured work surface, and place on top of pie. Using kitchen shears or a knife, cut both layers of overhanging dough, leaving a 1/2-inch behind. Fold dough under itself to that edge of fold is flush with outer rim of pie plate. Brush the top with egg white, prick with the tines of a fork, and sprinkle some sugar on top if you want.

Bake 20 to 25 minutes until top is light golden brown, then reduce oven temperature to 375 degrees and cook 25 to 30 minutes longer.

Quick bread – cheese-filled

I’ve been known to keep books I’ve already read; shelves full of good reads fills a room with friendly vibrations. Imagined or real snippets amble through the air and such rooms lend a perpetual 1,001 Arabian nights story-telling aura.

My kitchen has become no less a storied place. Cookbooks join these shelves a little less frequently, but with even more sensorial depth. Picking up Regional Cuisines of Greece, I can already taste an avgolemono sauce; flipping through Sunday Suppers at Lucques stirs up many a special sauce smell.

A copy of Flatbreads & Flavors: a Baker’s Atlas recently sidled into view, inspired by The Hungry Travelers story in The New Yorker November 24, 2008 edition. Jeffry Alford and Naomi Duguid include succinct yet richly detailed paragraphs of travel notes with each recipe. Each flatbread-type recipe is accompanied by dishes to prepare alongside these delicious breads.

Last night I journeyed with them to Georgia, patting together a quick, cheese-filled bread, known as Khachapuri from Emereti. You’ll need: 4 oz mild cheddar or mozzarella cheese, grated and then finely chopped (scant 1/2 cup); 2 oz feta cheese, well crumbled, approx 3 Tbs (I only had blue cheese, which worked wonderfully); 2 Tbs plain yogurt; 1 large egg; 3 to 4 cups unbleached all-purpose flour; 1 1/2 tsp baking powder; 1/2 tsp salt; 2 cups plain yogurt.

Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F. Lightly oil two baking sheets. To prepare the cheese filling, blend together all the ingredients in a bowl (cheeses, 2 Tbs yogurt and egg). Set aside. In a large bowl, mix together 1 cup flour, the baking powder and salt. Add the yogurt and stir well. Then continue stirring in flour until the dough has lost its stickiness and can be worked with your hands. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and knead for 3 to 4 minutes, until soft and slightly elastic.

Divide the dough into 8 equal pieces. Keeping the remaining pieces covered with a cloth, work with one piece of dough at a time. Flatten the dough with the lightly floured palm of your hand. Then, either stretching the dough or using a small rolling pin, flatten it out to a round about 6 to 8 inches in diameter. Place 1 heaping Tbs of the cheese filling in the center of the dough. Pinch an edge of the dough between your thumb and forefinger and stretch it halfway over the filling to the center of the dough round. Then pinch the edge an eighth of a turn along from the first position and bring it to the center. Continue all the way around the circle, stretching the dough as you do so, and pleating it over the filling, until you have a dough-covered mound. Pinch the pleats closed, adn then, with the palm of your hand, gently press down on the top of the mound to flatten it. Turn the bread over and gently press down again on the other side. This will push the filling out into the edges of the bread; it should be 1/4 to 1/2 inch thick and 7 to 8 inches in diameter.

Place the bread on a prepared baking sheet and continue making breads until the first baking sheet is full. Bake breads for 5 to 6 minutes, then remove from oven, slide into a basket lined with cloth, and cover to keep warm. Prepare the remainder.

Letter for new Secretary of Agriculture

Please read the letter to President Obama from Food Democracy Now urging him to consider the following while making his selection for a new Secretary of Agriculture (and sign it if you agree): “America must come to understand the environmental and human health implications of industrialized agriculture. From rising childhood and adult obesity to issues of food safety, global warming and air and water pollution, we believe our next Secretary of Agriculture must have a vision that calls for: recreating regional food systems, supporting the growth of humane, natural and organic farms, and protecting the environment, biodiversity and the health of our children while implementing policies that place conservation, soil health, animal welfare and worker’s rights as well as sustainable renewable energy near the top of their agenda.”