A Wistful Love Letter

It is not an over-dramatization to state that I am utterly filled with longing. The kind of longing you feel when you first fall in love and you want to spend every minute with that person. The kind of longing for school vacations, or Christmas morning, or for a long-sought promotion at work. The yearning to get married, to have children, to feel fully rooted and planted in this life. Except this longing I am talking about is nothing so noble as a desire for love, family, stability. It is far more tangible and tiny. It is not truly significant in any real way. Except, it is, for me. Right now. And right now, what I want on this cautious April morning, is a tomato.

I have studiously avoided the sad pink specimens at the grocery store. I have faithfully used up every last bit of tomato sauce, crushed tomatoes, and tomato juice I so happily canned last season. I have reveled in brussels sprouts and kale and cabbage and fresh bread picked up from the bakery then slathered with local butter. I have made soups out of potatoes and yams and pumpkins and even beets. I have been making and remaking meyer lemon yogurt cakes and sinful tarte tatins. And so we’ve eaten well in these long months. But now I find myself spending far too many minutes on Pinterest, pinning countless images of beautifully ripe heirloom tomatoes. I have lost hours to re-envisioning my tomato-strawberry-jalapeno jam. And I can feel the faintest hint of panic, a frenzied voice within is starting to wail, just a bit, that we are still months away from the season’s first fragrant, juicy beauties.

So I scroll through my phone, basking in pictures of a previous summer’s season of bliss. I think and write and dream of the cheeses I will use in salads, and the farms where I will pick up cases of San Marzanos to can. I envision a grand summer wedding that uses tomatoes instead of flowers for the centerpieces. I say the names of my favorite varieties like they are prayers on a rosary: Brandywine. Cherokee Purple. Green Zebra. Lemon Boy. Even the humble Roma. And while I am filled with this deep longing, I know that nothing will cure or satisfy me but that first bite of sweet, tart voluptuous tomato. And though this bite will not come for some months, come it will. When it’s time.

Egg Quest: The Peeps

The search for truly rich and delicious eggs has been quite a little journey. It began well over a year ago, and since then I have searched grocery stores, farmer’s markets, roadside signs, and private farms. And while I did find some amazing eggs, nothing sparked the A-ha, Eureka, I’ve Found it! moment. The eggs that have come the closest are from two local farms, Tomatero Farm in Watsonville, CA and Soul Food Farm in Vacaville, CA. Both farms feature their extremely good eggs in some of the highest end, sustainability-focused restaurants such as Nopa, Chez Panisse, Coi, and Frances.

Yet still, something was lacking. The richest orange-yolk shades continued to elude me. And the prices (usually around $7/dozen) were seriously straining my struggling writer / wine-slinger budget. So what’s a bona-fide egg fanatic to do? Crazy as it sounds, we decided to go straight to the source. Well, actually, we brought the source to us.

The Ladies.

Yes, we decided to keep chickens. Pretending we were living in the country and not country-club adjacent, we picked up 6 precious little chicks at Rivertown Feed Store in Petaluma, CA, and hand-raised them until they were old enough to start producing their own easter egg-colored beauties. We were so excited about the whole process of caring for the ladies, we failed to document anything and preserve the experience for friends, readers, and our future reminiscing selves.

The Peeps.

No, Not These Peeps.

So this spring, when we were feeling adventurous again, we decided to add to our little flock and raise four new peeps (so dubbed for the adorable yet incessant sound they constantly emit.) And this time, I swore we would spend more time with them and document as much as possible, so that in a few months, we have more than just incredible eggs and big squawking chickens to show for it.

Fresh Eggs from our Ladies

While to many people this this may be a ridiculous or overly precious endeavor, I think even more people are inspired by the idea of keeping chickens, as evidenced by the huge, though mostly undocumented, growth in raising backyard chickens. The benefits are many, and the hassle, work, and expense involved are not burdensome. It’s a hobby of sorts, but one that promises a sustainable, healthy, and humane way to involve ourselves with a key element in our food sourcing. Modern writers and thinkers have long been lamenting the lack of direct connection we have with our food and our land — keeping chickens is a revolutionary way of reconnecting with both.

Monkey Jr. and Author

Plus, they are super-cute.

Pippa the Runt at 1 Day Old, Quickly Falling Fast Asleep

“Asparagus in January”

Unless you’ve been living under a rock in the mountains of Tibet, you’ve no doubt seen the beginnings of the great revolution of our time: The Food Revolution. If you’ve heard recent mention of the words organic, local, sustainable, biodynamic, non-GMO, horomone-free, free range, grass-fed, or pastured, then you’ve heard of it. It can be difficult to sort out what each of these words mean, and indeed there can be many varying definitions within each word itself. It’s far too much to describe in one humble blog post, so I will just focus on the most important of words: revolution. 

We tend to hear revolution and think of historical wars within nations, like the French or American revolutions. It conjures up visions of battlefields and raised fists and shouts of freedom. In a way, these images could be appropriate for the Food Revolution as well– except we’re fighting to be free from the industrialized food system that is threatening our health, our environment, and our collective conscience.

But at the core of the word revolution is the word revolve, or “to turn over” or “roll.” This word comes from the Latin revolvere, or, “to  roll back” or “cause to return.” And here we see the true roots of the modern organic, local, sustainable movement– it is a return to a world where our food system is not being run by large corporations, super mega-markets, and fast food chains. A return to a world where people used to buy their food at the village market or grow it themselves. The Food Revolution embraces technology and innovation while remaining true to the principles of producing and consuming food that were standard from the beginnings of human existence. 

The Food Revolution is thus both a desire to return to our roots and a revolt against the destructiveness of our current and fairly recent industrial food system. The disconnect most people have from their groceries is something we’ve only really seen in the last few generations. The convenience of the modern supermarkets and the influence they wield is nothing short of amazing. 

We can enter a Safeway or a Lucky’s on any day of the year and find tomatoes, lemons, green beans, or shrink-wrapped packages of boneless, skinless chicken breasts. We’ve simply forgotten that the tomato or the green bean were once seasonal products and only available for a few months of the year. And just because we can get them in the dead of winter doesn’t mean that we should. They don’t taste as good and they’re more expensive.

This notion of eating seasonally, even if we have access to produce from other far-off regions is by no means a new concept. The point is made quite clearly in a dialogue excerpt from Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, first published in 1866: 

“…the way I see it, the great thing for getting on in the world is, always keep to the seasons; if you don’t insist on having asparagus in January, you keep your money in your purse!”

And while keeping money in our wallets certainly is at the forefront of our minds in this economy, we must also remember the costs we do not see every day– the costs to our health, our land, air, water, and animals. It can be so tempting to bury our heads in the sand and buy the Oscar Meyer or Smithfield Farms package of bacon instead of the pricier Niman Ranch or local farm stuff. But if you take five minutes and read just a little about what the big corporate pig farms do to their animals and how they are simply and blithely destroying the environment, you might just think twice about buying that “cheap” bacon. 

Click here for a short explanation of some of the issues surrounding factory farming from sustainabletable.org. This website is a fantastic resource for information on all sorts of issues relating to the Food Revolution. Take a few moments from your busy day to explore some of these concerns.

There are also some incredibly enlightening books out there that are very helpful in understanding our current food system. The most popular, and probably the best, is Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Delimma. Click here for a synopsis. 

The Food Revolution is here. It is up to you to educate yourself and ask yourself where you stand. After all, it’s just food. It’s also money, the environment, our health, animal and laborer rights, a whole host of issues. But at the end of the day, it’s what we buy, prepare, cook, store, serve, and consume. So ask yourself– what exactly do you want to eat?