Showing posts with label farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farm. Show all posts

Monday, November 25, 2013

What I gleaned from my day on the farm

On Saturday I had to go to a "glean" at a local farm to cover it -- journalist-style -- for a client.

The glean was pretty awesome. The group I was covering, Gather Baltimore, goes to farms and -- after working for an hour or so doing something the farmer needs, like removing stakes and ropes from harvested crops -- gets to go through the "leftover" harvest and pick perfectly useable produce to donate to soup kitchens, homeless shelters and inner-city farm stands.

A photographer and I spent two hours in the cold with the 50 or so volunteers, documenting the glean. We also spent time talking candidly with the farmer - George Zahradka, a man in his 40s whose whole life has been spent farming, and who makes pennies on each head of broccoli or bunch of kale he sells, but works seven days a week, bending and pulling and tilling and irrigating, all so we can eat his hard-earned bounty.

George taught me a lot about the brainwashing of today's consumer, who has been made to believe that potatoes with dirt on them are less desirable than those that are squeaky clean (it's actually the opposite, he says, and hellooo? Potatoes come from the GROUND) or that cauliflower should be snow white, when really it's so much better for you when it's been sun-kissed and has a tinge of yellow. Who knew?
This quaint little farmhouse sat toward the back of the 72-acre-portion of Zahradka Farm. Much to my dismay, the farmer and his family do not actually live in it. They rent the land from the county -- at a cost of nearly $150,000 a year!
And look! Here I am, in front of that little farmhouse. (There's my trusty reporter's notebook on the ground - just like old times!)
I was so humbled by the experience of being out there on that farm; I can't wait until my kids are old enough to get out there with me and work the land a little bit. It certainly makes you respect a whole lot more the people who break their backs to get us good food to eat. And it also gives a whole new respect for the food itself.

As an example, the farmer gave me a gorgeous head of caulifower -- one with a touch of gold from the sun. I admitted to one of the volunteers later that I actually didn't know what to do with it. We didn't really eat cauliflower much growing up, and when we did, it was frozen in a bag and mixed with broccoli or other veggies. As a result, I kinda considered cauliflower a throwaway vegetable, puny and tasteless and not all that exciting.

But the volunteer gave me the easiest and most delicious recipe for roasted cauliflower, which I tried last night. It's just chopped cauliflower, tossed with olive oil, garlic powder and little salt and pepper, and then baked in the oven for 30 minutes on 400-degrees.

It was soooo good, and so easy -- I can't believe I've been ignorant to this for so long! And I explained to the kids that a farmer grew this cauliflower just so people like us could eat it. And that he works really hard to make sure his food is delicious and healthy. It made me feel good to talk to the kids about where the food came from and to actually KNOW the man who grew it.

We are grocery store people; I don't know if that will ever change fully. But I really do want to do more active supporting of our small local farmers -- and more active eating of the delicious real foods they grow.

Maybe a CSA is in our near future!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Quick catch-up post!

I have 15 minutes before a call, so I thought I'd take 10 to get down for posterity's sake a few things I have been meaning to blog about.  In truth, each of the events could have been its own full post, but in the interest of time (which I never have enough of) this will have to do.

1. Russy and Matty spent a Saturday and Sunday with us, so my sister and her husband could spend their anniversary weekend sans kids. We went to the Harbor, and the Maryland Science Center.

B'more boys!
This photo cracks me up. A dinosaur ROARED and this is the look they both gave. Ha!
Isn't Matty the world's most adorable child? P.S. Please let me tell you about the temper tantrums when it was time to leave this water area (from Clair, of course).
We went to the Charmery, a new super-cute ice cream spot in Hampden, which boasts spoons that change colors when cold! I had salted caramel ice cream; Lester had fig and port wine ice cream! Weird! The kiddos all got gummi bears on their (various flavors of) ice cream, which was really all they wanted.
Clair is eating all my salted caramel ice cream while I try to document this moment!
The owner of The Charmery came over to personally compliment Cary on his "excellent ice cream mustache," complete with goatee!
And we took them to a really awesome farm, where little piglets ran past us, we got to milk a cow, the boys officiated a pig race, and we got to hold little chicks just a day old.

Pale green and peach-colored eggs? Say what?
2. Lester and I went to a really beautiful wedding (remember the aforementioned MACARONI AND CHEESE BAR?? [Whaaat?!]) and my sweetie and I clean up pretty good, if I do say so myself.


3. And we spent the night at my Mom's, which was good because my cousin Nikki (who had just defended her dissertation and so is now Dr. Nikki!) and her family came in town from New Jersey, so we got to see everyone, including my sister's Kadija's kids, who we haven't seen in way too long.

Nikki's daughter, Nia, who is the sweetest 8-year-old girl -- and very tall! Also, Alahna and Kwahli. Hi kids!
Me and my "little" cousin, Nikki.
For perspective, here we are at my Nana's house in Boston circa 1981. That's my cousin Dru sulking in the background.
The kids had a FABULOUS time playing with all their cousins. As usual, there were tears galore when it was time to leave.

This is my nephew, Kalonji, who will be 13 next month. I can't stand it.
This is my brother Haleem and his girlfriend and her baby, Olivia. I was really excited to see Haleem. He almost always misses the family events. Love him so much.

OK, now I'm all caught up. Whew!

Monday, August 6, 2012

Milestones met; farm animals to pet. Big weekend!

This weekend, this happened:


Completely sitting up on her own! Ah yes, the golden age! When we can sit her on a soft pallet, surround her with a bunch of toys, and leave her alone while she plays. Until she falls over, of course. Or cries because she can't reach the exact toy she wants. But that's what Cary and Dean are for!
 
Also, this happened this weekend: Clair's first taste of rice cereal!

My baby girl is growing up. She'll be 6 months on the 16th -- a full half-a-year old. Wow. It is really going so much faster this time around. I feel like she was just born.

Speaking of time moving fast, my nephew Russy turned 5 (!!) this weekend. And the whole family celebrated at a local farm.
Happy Birthday Russ Buss!!




The boys were happy to run around in the grass.

And they loved seeing all their cousins!

Cary loved seeing and petting the animals. Here he is feeding a goat and making happy chortling noises.
Dean had no love for the animals. He was happy just to have a Capri Sun at all times.

See?



Clair was the life of the party, screeching and giggling and making everyone laugh all day with her big personality.

And she and Matty were soooo sweet together! Look at them -- holding hands! Awwww.
We bought Russy a Skippyjon Jones costume for his birthday. But of course we had to try it out ourselves first. My name is Skippito Friskito (clap clap)...

...I fear not a single bandito. (Clap clap!)

Can't believe this little cutie is 5 years old. Again, happy birthday Russy! We love you!