Farming Intelligence

“Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. They love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. I have an idea that a lot of farmers have gone to a lot of trouble merely to be self-employed to live at least a part of their lives without a boss.” – Wendell Berry

I grew up in New York City, with a stereotypical city persons respect for farmers. In other words, I considered farmers to be a caricature or a cartoon, with a red neck, buck-teeth, and a piece of straw between their lips, unable to put together a coherent sentence.  

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Kinda like this guy. 

Over the years, that has of course, evolved after attending farmers markets, workshops, reading literature, and all those other ways we come to open our minds., but it took a long time to fully understand (and I’m not sure I even do yet) how brilliantly intellectual and intelligent many (if not most!) farmers are.  Farmers, particularly those involved in permaculture and other self-sufficient eco-systems, are not only required to be incredibly well educated as they go against common wisdom, but must live with a passion unlike most we have seen, since they are continuously fighting the norm in their industry to create a better world for the rest of us.

Over the weekend with Joel Salatin, I met some extraordinary people with perspectives drastically different from my own, and have asked them to write for me.  I have also reached out to some wonderful writers in the field, to share their thoughts and experiences.  I hope to be able to offer on a frequent basis the works of these farmers, who often seem so disconnected from our urban or suburban life, but who are fighting an extraordinary and deeply personal battle to rectify the damage we have done to the earth over the past 100 years.  I hope you will take the time to read their thoughts, experiences and often fascinating perspectives.  If you have any particular author you’d like to hear from, or topic you would like to learn about, please let me know.  I’d love to find someone to share it with you. 

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This coming Tuesday, I feel privileged to be able to start this series with an essay from Harvey Ussery, author of The Small-Scale Poultry Flock: An All-Natural Approach to Raising Chickens and Other Fowl for Home and Market Growers.  His book, an encyclopedic tome about the art of raising poultry, contains an essay about the morality of raising chickens that fascinated me.  After reaching out to him, he sent me a slightly more general version of the same theme, that expanded to the more open thoughts of raising meat. I’m so looking forward to sharing it with you.

Stay tuned for day 2 of Joel Salatin workshop!

 

Joel Salatin and Polyface Farms Master Class, Day 1

Today was a life changing day.  I spent it with one of my true heroes, the self professed Christian Libertarian Environmentalist Capitalist Lunatic farmer himself, Joel Salatin. The masterclass took place in Gatton, QLD, with 200 other folks from all walks of life, from the hippie city farmer with dreads to the curmudgeonly old timers with 10,000 heads of cattle.

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Joel’s eighth book, “Folks, This Ain’t Normal” takes us on an eye opening journey of what is really going on in the American food system, why it’s so unsustainable, and why a return to the local farm movement wouldn’t be bucolic or idyllic, but necessary.  In the book, he gives a number of helpful pointers (his previous books, particularly those devoted to raising cattle and poultry, give more) but I was hungry to learn how one could actually do this on a small scale. His farm feeds 6000, my dream farm (at least as of the day before yesterday) would feed around ten (for the Jewish holidays, of course!).

We met at the Lockyer Valley cultural center, a wonderful venue in Gatton, QLD (Gatton doesn’t require a visit, as I’d been warned by many Queenslanders before me.) We dove into it, after hearing from the lovely Georgie from RegenAg farms about their amazing sounding ventures, and from FoodConnect, a CSA movement sprouting out of Brisbane.

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While I won’t go into all the details that Joel spoke about, as that would remove the incredible nuance and hillarity with which he spoke, suffice it to say, he spoke with humor, grace, and one of the deepest and most enduring senses of hope that I had ever heard of.  In his book, his tone can feel a touch abrasive (particularly since I am a reformed version of everything he attacks – the ‘environmentalist’ who donates to GreenPeace but shops at the supermarket, buys a new prius, and merely assuaging my liberal guilt by nibbling at the edges of the farmers market) but in person, it was much less so.  He is still deeply opinionated, but he seemed to want absolutely every person there to succeed and grow in whatever capacity was available to them.  He made me want to expand my farm (which, as most of you know, currently consists of about 20 containers filled with herbs and vegetables, so read: not too hard to expand) into more than just my dream farm, but perhaps a place that could indeed be a tribute to the fertility and verdancy of the earth.

To close, I’ll share a few Joel “quotable quotes” from the day, as well as the Guiding Principles of Polyface.  When he read the Guiding Principles, I couldn’t help but think, “what would happen if every farm in America took these guiding principles as gospel?”  We would be in a drastically different position, indeed.

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“I have opposable thumbs and a big brain – does that inherently make me a rapist? Or am I here to help and caress the ecological womb, to help it become verdant, fertile and beautiful?”

“We have a multigenerational inertia towards [farming] failure. We must change paradigms.”

“If the average age of an organization is 35 and older, the organization is in decline.”

“East brings moral and holistic why, and west brings innovative, technological how.”

“Good enough is perfect.”

“Turkeys have one goal in life – to find a more creative way to die.”‘

On ticks, parasites, and weeds – “Every problem, be it financial, weather, parasites, or weeds – it’s our fault.  Don’t assume the cow is pharmacologically disadvantaged – it’s our fault, and usually symptomatic of the lack of diversity and movement of the animals.”

“If your farmer drove up in a new BMW, would you begrudge him that? If you think your doctor or lawyer deserves a BMW more than the person who puts food on your plate, you need to check your priorities.”

“Don’t worry about who is going to do the work, worry about what work needs to be done and how to heal the land.”

Guiding Principles of Polyface

  1. A farm should build soil, not deplete it.
  2. Perennials are vital, annuals are incidental.  Annuals include grain. Eat perennial fed herbivores (cows, etc.) more often than chickens and other annual fed omnivores.
  3. Ecological forgiveness – fertility should be in sourced, not outsourced.
  4. All functional ecologies have animal participation, and animals MOVE.  This drives design and innovation of portable infrastructure.
  5. Sanitation occurs in two ways: Rest and sunshine. Two 21 day host-free periods a year breaks the pathogen cycle, ideally with multiple species in that space when the animals are out. A spread out, multi-species model is often healthier per species. Vibrant decomposition – compost, earth worms, can clear all problems with vibrant decomposition, deep bedding is required.
  6. Portable water is as important as anything else. If you have a few extra dollars lying a round, be just as likely to build a pond as you would anything else.
  7. Stacking and multispeciation – best for health, profits, and future generations. Biggest loss is not soil or water, it’s the future generation.
  8. Frugality – function over form.  Good enough is perfect.
  9. Become all components in the chain.  
  10. Wellness in the terrain we create.
  11. Diversification in everything is everything.
  12. Repopulate our farms.
I am so excited to spend tomorrow with Joel, and to hear more of what he has to say about raising chickens and poultry.

 

Lazy-Ass Fiesta Tuna

Well, guess what? 

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It’s pouring in Brisbane. AGAIN.  I swear, we might as well live in Seattle.  I haven’t watered my plants in a week (though it’s time to fertilize again, joy!)

The weather makes me feel a bit cranky. Not even cranky, just a bit blah. I want spice, I want pep, I want to be in SUMMER (which it technically is here, for all my hemisphere challenged friends suffering through February snows and winds – sorry for my whinging.) That being said, I really didn’t want to work hard to get that delightful feeling. Because, as mentioned, I felt blah.

Hence, the Lazy-Ass Fiesta Tuna was born.  This is hardly a recipe, but it tasted so good and was so easy that I couldn’t resist sharing.  It takes exactly two minutes to put together (unless you make your own mayonnaise, which is highly recommended – in fact, I would heartily recommend avoiding commercial mayonnaise, which is twice as expensive for twice as many chemicals.)  (If you make your own mayonnaise, double recipe time to…four minutes.)

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Into the mix went: 

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Mix them all up, serve, and eat.  As the Australians say (even when it’s totally NOT true), “too easy.”

Lazy-Ass Fiesta Tuna

paleo, grain-free, sweetener-free, soy-free, budget-friendly

Serves 2 – 3

Ingredients:

  • 1 425 gram can tuna, preferably sustainably pole and line caught (not only better for environment but tastes better!)
  • 1.5 tbsp mayonaise
  • 2 tbsp salsa (ideally make your own…though I don’t. If you’re in Australia, try Byron Bay Chili Co Spicy Salsa- their aren’t any scary ingredients, no sugar, and the owners are super friendly.)
  • 1 tomato, chopped
  • 1/4 lime

Combine all ingredients in a bowl. Stir. Eat. Preferably with a margarita. 

On Finding and Making Home

Though this may come as a downright shock to some, I’ve had a bit of a hard time adapting from New York City to Brisbane, Australia.  Going from the city that considers sleep a dirty word to the land of endless suburbia would be enough to put anyone off kilter.  Doing that same move, adding 10,000 miles between you and your family – now that’s enough to be almost traumatic.

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And traumatized, I was.  For at least the first six months of my time here, I cried daily, often multiple times, often over the silliest things. (Yes, Anthony is a lucky, lucky man.) I felt lonely and isolated, and was counting the days until my imagined “sentence” was over and I could return back home to the States.  Every day felt like an effort just to get out of bed.  Adapting to how people spoke, acted, drove and functioned (all of the above at a drastically slower pace than any self-respecting New Yorker) was a constant frustration, and of course, there was the additional (and unequivocally wonderful) challenge of becoming integrated into Anthony’s family, who I had only met once before and via Skype. Everything was a change – going from my small and close-knit family to a sprawling array of aunts and cousins, from working 20+ hours per week to being thrilled to work five, living in a house for the first time, adapting to the extraordinary array of bugs and critters that lived on my porch, even the weather – which, for the record, is often reminiscent of a sauna – took time.

I thought to feel at home, I’d need something of what New York offered. Great restaurants at every corner, fabulous hole-in-the-wall bars to hang out in, shows, museums, parks, everything at your fingertips.  Brisbane, while it has some of the above, certainly is not what you’d call a “happening town” by New York standards.  Of course, almost nowhere is – that’s what makes New York, New York.

However, after I received a much needed visit from my mother and aunt,  things started to shift.   In December, I went back to New York for a trip of enervating fun (and got engaged while I was there!) Once I got back, however, I found myself truly happy to wake up on my quiet street, stretch, breath, water my plants, go teach a class, make dinner, and go to sleep.  And that be basically it. I found true delight in watching my plants blossom, seeing my puppy turn into a…well…slightly larger puppy, and letting an evening walk be the highlight of my day.  My life is simpler, but also slower, and gentler. I don’t feel rushed, and I don’t feel stressed.

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However, something was still missing. While I adore Anthony’s family beyond measure, and they have been nothing but amazing, I still needed friends of my own. And while I’ve indeed made a few really great friends, as well as love many of Anthony’s mates, they all live in or around the city, which is about 45 minutes from where I live.  Whenever Anthony travelled, I felt achingly alone.

Finally, we found the missing piece. And that piece is…

CrossFit.

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What, were you expecting meditation or something?  That’s good too. Highly recommended.

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That is a mortifyingly old picture.  

About a month ago, we started CrossFit at CF Northside, and it has been nothing but amazing.  The coaches, Adam and James, are both tremendously knowledgeable and attentive, but ridiculously funny (and often, just plain ridiculous.) The workouts are incredibly challenging, but always scaled to be appropriate for each persons’ level and ability. I already feel stronger, more capable, and the damn kitchen window that always gets stuck is no longer a match for me. My pants fit a bit better, and I sleep even better at night.

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The best part, however, is the community that comes after the workouts. More times than not, we go to coffee and chat for at least an hour after the WOD, about nothing and everything. The people who attend CrossFit Northside are, across the board, friendly, good natured, supportive, quick to give a cheer or to take the piss out of each other.  They have, in just a few short weeks, made me feel the sensation I’ve been craving – that of being at home, in a community of my very own.

We still plan on heading back to the States, but I am now planning the trip from a tremendously different energy. Instead of an escape, I look at it as a new adventure.  Instead of seeking out only the places that will provide excitement and stimulation, we are looking for places we can cultivate a simple and thoughtful life, in an interesting and fun community (that of course, has good CrossFit.) Best of all, I know that on our frequent trips back, I won’t view it as returning back to Anthony’s birthplace and family, but returning to my family too, and our other home. 

While I would not say that CrossFit is for everyone, the community I’ve found there has been like none else.  But if you find yourself moving to a new city, state, or country, I couldn’t recommend anything more than finding a group of people who share an interest you have, and diving in. I wish I had done this ten months ago, but of course, everything happens when it’s supposed to happen.

And if you ever come to Brisbane, check out CrossFit Northside. We’ll have a coffee.

 

Valentine’s Day Brisket

Two days before Valentine’s day, Anthony rolled over and said to me, first thing in the morning, “Valentine’s day is in two days.  What should we do?” I thought for a moment, and said, “Wine. Brisket. Grand Designs.”

And so it was done.

The wine was a decent white (it was too hot for red.) Grand Designs is being streamed through the ABC, so that was easy.

The only thing easier was my brisket recipe.

Probably because, with meat like this, it would be hard to screw up. (By the way, this is the Stir-Fry package – the real one said…err…Brisket.)

Bonnie Beef

Our friends Kym and Geoff of Bonnie Beef farm have got it right. They raise sustainable, stress-free cows who are pasture raised and co-habitate with chickens and other fowl. Their belief structure is printed right on the label.

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Knowing I had such wonderful ingredients, I decided to do something I’ve never done before – create my own recipe. Normally, I google away, but I figure brisket, plus a slow cooker, couldn’t be bad. So, I just started throwing everything I liked into the pot, and created something Oh. So. Good.

It started with onions. Four, to be precise, cooked slow over low heat until caramelized. Oh, and two huge cloves of garlic.

Carmelized onions

I then seared the brisket for color and flavor. Not necessary, but it made me feel fancy.

Into the slow cooker went two cans of organic tomatoes, a packet of tomato paste, red wine (not enough, but know for next time) salt, pepper and oregano.

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Don’t worry, you couldn’t taste that it was burnt – just a tiny bit.

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I then covered the meat with the onions, and let it cook for six hours. (Mistake number 2 – it really needed 8, though it was perfectly delicious at 6, just not the super succulent, fall apart consistency that comes to mind when you say the word “brisket.” I pressure cooked it for 15 minutes to make up for it, which helped.)

I wish I had taken a picture of the finished product, but we were too busy drinking eating and fantasizing about our dream house.  But trust me, it was delicious and definitely one we’d repeat.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Valentine’s Day Brisket – (with changes I’d do next time)

Paleo, grain-free, sugar-free, soy-free, Candida Diet Friendly (if tomatoes are acceptable to you)

Ingredients:

  • Approx. 2 lb brisket, ideally grass-fed and local.
  • 4 lbs onions, thinly sliced
  • 1 tbsp butter, ideally grass-fed
  • 2 large cloves garlic, chopped
  • 1 28 oz cans tomato
  • 1 small container tomato paste
  • 1 cup red wine (I only used 1/4 cup, which just didn’t give it the punch I would have liked)
  • 2 tbsp oregano
  • salt
  • pepper

Instructions:

  1. Heat pan over medium heat.  Add butter.  Turn heat to medium low, add onions and garlic.  Cook over low heat, stirring occasionally, until the onions are a rich, golden brown, and quite sweet, about 20 minutes. Put aside.
  2. Add a bit of oil to pan, sear brisket until brown on both sides, about 2 minutes per side, flipped twice.
  3. To slow cooker, add remaining ingredients. Then, add the brisket, and cover with onions.  Make sure the meat is submerged.
  4. Cook on high for 8 hours. (I only did six, as mentioned above, and while tender, it wasn’t as tender as I’ve had it before.)
  5. Serve over kale, or sweet potatoes for a paleo-approved carby-delight.