New Farmer Corps

Following in the ink trail of other letters to the future president, Barack Obama, please read Neil Hamilton’s from last week’s Des Moines Register, titled: Obama should launch a New Farmer Corps; he advocates for a program to get more people onto the land and help them learn to farm.

Why do we need this? Because over half of US farmland is currently farmed by people over the age of 60. Because our nation needs to produce food (for ourselves and for other countries) and we need farmers who can steward these vast resource responsibilities. Because now is the time to rebuild the rural fabric that strengthens farming traditions and as a result, a nation’s food security. Because we need a farming infrastructure that creates multiple jobs, and numerous skill sets, not just mega-farm isolation. And so many more reasons . . .

How many of us have spent a day, a week, a month or more performing volunteer work for our country? Sometimes we are required to do such work, sometimes we need to gain experience, sometimes we need an adventure and sometimes we need a way to stay out of trouble. A new farmer corps seems to me like a take on the multiple volunteer groups out there right now, such as Habitat for Humanity, and welds it together with historic examples such as the Civilian Conservation Corps . At this point in history we can take the working elements from many such examples and create a truly needed realm of work.

Herein I imagine the future: Bye bye factory farm, hello artisanal meat farms; so long hog waste streams and hello to full life cycle, biodynamic farming; adios hormone pumped cow milk, hello raw and seasonally flavored beverages; ciao mistaken pesticide dumps and hello to healthier environments for us all – etc. etc.

I’m so sorry arteries

The recipe had a healthy enough start: cook multiple sweet onions, sliced, overnight in a crock pot, with a couple dabs of butter. Put in a pan, braise a couple of times with water, then braise with 1/2 cup of white wine. Add some good beef stock, bay leaf, fresh thyme sprigs, salt and pepper . . . simmer . . .

And then came the artery blocker, a usual culprit in my house: CHEESE! FROMAGE! QUESO!! Yes, the onion soup was ladled into small ramekins, topped with dried-out baguette and topped twice over with grated Gruyere. Clearly I have visited Talula’s Table one to many times in recent days, as evidenced by these cheese snack photos . . . from subsequent days I admit.

Hearnes Hardwoods

My dad once dreamed of paying for my undergraduate education through the profit gained by “harvesting” black walnut trees from our Ohio woodlands. This plan, as many are apt to do, did not come to fruition in the desired manner, but his core interest remained intact; and as the family has borne witness to, whatever profit-driven interests laid groundwork those years ago, these days he is happiest in his wood shop working on a project for one of us.

On the other side of my college years, and well down the road from grade school log cabin construction projects, wood has sprouted a surprising array of suckers for me to interact with. Beyond the wood we burn in the fire place and the spalted Maple we’re hacking away at in the hopes of obtaining primitive, artistic bowls, Michael and I are also directing some road trips down the lane to Hearne Hardwoods, just outside of Oxford, PA.

We first poked our noses in to inquire about persons in the portable sawmill business; several down trees here at Cricket Thicket hold great potential for some day re-flooring our home. A deep red board drew my attention away from the front desk and into the optically illusive depths of an exotic tree. With that, we were off on a self-guided tour of the lumberyard, our curiosity thoroughly sparked by the burls, 4-foot wide planks and warehouse worth of accumulated lumber.

Later we would come back to use the yard’s planer. Acquiring absolutely all woodworking tools in existence does seem to be Michael’s perogative of late, but some compromises have been met; Hearne’s Hardwoods offers us both a chance to use a nearby machine at a very reasonable cost, and a chance to stroll the beautiful gallery of examples. Michael doesn’t mind plucking away at some guitars handmade by a friend of the yard’s owner, nor inquiring about his collection of wood-panelled amps . . .

snow blow

Yesterday evening’s white dusting crunched nicely under foot on the walk to the chicken coop this morning. Thank you weather gods for a turn of brilliance, now swirling madly in wind determined to have its hours of fun with the new fallen gift as well. And thank you as well for probably infrequently providing amounts equivalent to those I had to shovel at my previous Idaho residence.

Udon noodlicious

If there were a Thai or Japanese restaurant located within 5 miles of our home, I may have delayed experimenting with Udon noodles for a while. But as bored and impatient (or, alternatively, curious and hungry) taste buds frequently determine the course of a day’s cooking for me, dinner took a decidedly different turn from my traditionally rolled semolina noodles. Saveur magazine provided a recipe, and away into stomping noodle land I went. Here’s how it went:

You’ll need: 2/3 cup plus 1 Tbs water; 1Tbs salt; 3 cups udon flour (I used a high-gluten flour instead)

Mix salt in water. Put udon flour into bowl, slowly add water/salt mix and stir until crumbly, and finally forms ball. Wrap in plastic and let rest a half hour. Roll dough out to 1/8 inch thickness. Sprinkle with flour, and fold dough into pleats – gently! About 4 or 5 of them. Cut dough into ribbons, dust with flour again, and cook in boiling water. Add 1 cup cold water after a minute, bring to a boil, then add another cup cold water, bring to a boil. Fresh noodles should cook in 7 to 8 minutes.

NOTES: I didn’t have time to let the dough rest as it was already 8 p.m. As a result, I had a hard time rolling it out, and took to an idea I read about awhile back: walking on the noodles. I placed the dough in between two pieces of plastic wrap and put a plastic matted placemat on either side of this sandwich, then walked gently on it. It approached the level of interaction people must feel with surfing, I suppose. I folded the dough over a couple of times and walked some more, then was able to roll it on the counter to a 1/8 inch thickness.

I highly recommend serving these noodles the first time around in a soup broth. Make sure to cut thin! I cut mine a bit too thick (wide).

a good life

Local cheeses raneth over during last night’s local foods potluck, which gathered area farmers and producers for a discussion on Buy Fresh, Buy Local marketing ideas. I’m looking forward to a ladies night at Claire’s for left-over devourings – I hear someone dropped off jams and other assorted items for her to taste and evaluate . . . glad to help.

Just pieces of the good life happening every moment in this particular Pennsylvania thicket. There are, of course, disturbances. Deer hunting (with guns) is open and blasting. I am afraid to go into the woods on trail runs due to what I perceive to be lack of ocular skill; multiple shots are required for each critter.

So after scraping out the chicken coop this afternoon and wheel-barrowing several loads of firewood over to a nuestra casa, I picked up quality reading piling up in my magazine bin: the November 24, 2008 issue of The New Yorker, which includes various writings on food (Texas BBQ written up by Calvin Trillin was amongst the best), and my first issue of Good magazine.

After licking my fingers clean of imaginary BBQ sauce heaven, I leafed through Good’s issue on the election. I subscribed to this magazine after reading about it in literature provided to me by Slow Food. Good gives 100 percent of one’s subscription payment to one of 10 organizations; I chose Slow Food of course. I have to say that my first issue has not blown my hair back, but in my interests of living a good life I’ll give it another shot.

Who knows? A good life only comes with each step of the way.

December local food potluck – roasted apple and ice cream recipe

Tomorrow night, the Buy Fresh, Buy Local Chester County group will present the results of a Feedability study conducted back in September, in which area farms, businesses and restaurants, amongst other folks, were interviewed to assemble information on this county’s food production potential. The results will soon be published in a handout, thanks to a grant received by Food Routes to assess Chester County’s current local food system.

The evening’s visitors to Inverbrook Farm will first partake of feasting, as per usual. I’ve selected an apple dish, as I am still in possession of some locally grown, fall-harvested specimens. Suzanne Goin’s Sunday Suppers at Lucques continues as my kitchen bible; hope these tastes find a home on your tongue soon as well!

Roasted Apples with Calvados and Cinnamon Ice Cream – you’ll need: 1 vanilla bean (I used vanilla ??); 8 Tbs unsalted butter; 6 small baking apples; 2 Tbs granulated sugar; 2 Tbs brown sugar (again, honey for me); 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon; 1/4 tsp freshly grated nutmeg; 2 Tbs Calvados (go look in a good liquor store); 1/4 tsp salt; 2 cups whole milk (I used Natural by Nature, locally produced); 2 cups heavy cream; 2 cinnamon sticks; 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon; 4 extra-large egg yolks; 1/2 cup granulated sugar (honey for me).

Apples – slice the vanilla bean lengthwise down the center, and use a paring knife to scrape the seeds and pulp into the butter. Run your vanilla-coated knife through the butter. Add the vanilla pod to the pan, and cook the butter and vanilla over medium heat for 6 to 8 minutes, shaking the pan occasionally, until the butter browns and smells nutty. Remove from the heat, and discard the vanilla pod.

Cut the apples in half through the core, carefully remove the core and seeds with a paring knife. Toss the apples in a large bowl with the sugars, brown butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, Calvados and salt. Arrange the appples, cut side up, in a roasting pan. Top each half with the remaining sugar mixture from the mixing bowl. Bake the apples about 40 minutes at 425 degrees F, basting them wiht the pan juices every 10 minutes until the flesh has pulled away from the skin and the apples are tender and carmelized. Arrange them on a large platter and pour all remaining juices over them . Serve with cinnamon ice cream (below) and glasses of Calvados.

Ice Cream – Place the milk, cream, cinnamon sticks, and ground cinnamon in a medium pot. Bring to a boil over medium heat. Turn off the heat, cover and let the flavors infuse about 30 minutes. Bring the mixture back to a boil over medium heat, stirring occasionally. Turn off the heat.

Whisk the egg yolks and sugar together in a bowl. Whisk a few tablespoons of the warm cream mixture into the yolks to temper them. Slowly add another 1/4 cup or so of the warm cream, whisking to incorporate. At this point, you can add the rest of the cream mixture in a slow steady stream, whisking constantly. Pour the mixture back into the pot and return to the stove.

Cook the custard over medium heat 6 to 8 minutes, stirring with a rubber spatula, scraping the bottom and sides of the pan. The custard will thicken, and when it’s done will coat the back of the spatula. Strain (important step! – push it through a fine-sieve with a spatula) it and chill at least 2 hours in the refrigerator. The base should be very cold before you churn it. Process in an ice cream maker.

kindling

Given the 40 odd degree temperatures wafting around these parts, one wouldn’t necessarily think to light a daily fire and stoke it incessantly. But big ol mister oil furnace sits beneath my house-office seat, and his grumblings remind me that the fire helps avoid filling the tank up even more come springtime.

Carpentry scraps left haphazardly behind following previous kitchen work sliced nicely into the requisite smaller pieces. What Calhoun didn’t run off with to knaw on remains in our kindle bin.

The lady layers presented 10 beautiful eggs for us today; I just may need to start a client list with all this regularity.

eat your bacteria

Want to enhance your immune response? Avoid yeast infections? Up your calcium intake? Improve your cholesterol profile? Potentially live longer? The World’s Healthiest Foods group believes yogurt can do all of these things and more.

What I know from experience is that eating yogurt, or imbibing some acidophilus in my morning shakes, keeps my digestion quite happy. Thank goodness for Seven Stars Farm’s yogurt - my favorite is vanilla (they offer plain, maple and vanilla).

I usually purchase my quarts-o-goodness from Harvest Market in Hockessin, DE (8 miles away) while out on errands. But this biodynamic farm, which you can buy a case from directly, is situated nearby Phoenixville, PA – also within a suitable driving distance to my home.

What is biodynamic farming? Read their description: “Biodynamics is commonly thought of as a form of Organic agriculture. While it shares many of the attributes of Organic farming, Biodynamic agriculture is actually a precursor to the works of Sir Albert Howard, Rodale and others who are considered founders of the Organic movement. It is based upon the lectures of Rudolf Steiner, an Austrian philosopher, scientist and founder of Anthroposophy.

The hallmarks of Biodynamics are the use of a series of herbal preparations and a strong emphasis on compost making on self-sustaining mixed livestock farms that import a minimum of outside inputs. Its practitioners view the natural world as being made up of more than physical matter. Biodynamics seeks to recognize and harmonize the more subtle, spiritual aspects of Nature in that way that enhances the health of the farm and garden and its products. For more detailed information, click on this link: Biodynamics

Sweet potatoes with dates

An unusually eager victim of cookbook envy, I braved the Amazonian world of literature in order to procure a copy of Shakespeare’s Kitchen. Scouring the used copies for distribution located close to me, I actually found one in Pennsylvania, Chester County no less. Now, despite my glutinous feelings towards individually shipped items, I am the satisfied purchaser of one ex-library copy. Never though I’d own one of those plastic hardcovers.

Sweet potatoes picked up at Kimberton Whole Foods formed a hefty inspirational base for cooking, and some leftover plastic-bagged dates – bulk purchased goodies that hadn’t yet found their way into my baking repertoire. Here is a sweet dish that, as the book notes, did not exist at that time, as potatoes were not yet common. However, the flavors are historically accurate.

You’ll need: 2 large sweet potatoes, bake; 1/2 cup lemon liquor (such as limoncello – I didn’t have this and used lemon zest instead, about 1 tsp); 1/2 teaspoon ground mace; 8 pitted dates, chopped; 1/2 tsp salt; 1 Tbs butter; 2 Tbs light brown sugar ( I used honey, like always).

Peel the sweet potatoes and slice in circles. Preheat the broiler. Puree the lemon liqueur, mace, dates and salt until smooth. Place the puree in a saucepan and boil for 2 minutes. Place the sweet potatoes in a well-buttered baking dish and spread the puree over them. Dot the butter over the potatoes and sprinkle with the brown sugar. Broil for 1 to 2 minutes, or until the edges and topping are golden brown.