Showing posts with label local food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label local food. Show all posts

Saturday, April 28, 2012

The Value of Alternative Food Options


The essay that follows is not what I normally post on this blog. Its intended audience is not my CSA members, my main readers, but other small farmers. After much deliberation over whether or not my blog is an appropriate venue for these words, I've chosen to post the essay here in order to give it an online home. Once posted here, I can place it in front of its intended audience. I hope it is obvious that the essay is not aimed at my CSA members, who have clearly made the decision to support small farmers. 


Thank you all for bearing with me as I get this off my chest.


As the co-owner and farmer of a 60 member CSA presently in its fourth year of production, I am gratefully aware of the current irrepressible wave of people eager to connect with the source of their food. When folks find out what I do they beg to stop by the farm and get their hands in the soil or show their kids where food comes from. Average bloggers aspire to butcher their own chickens. It's awesome. But for all the excitement about local food and enthusiasm for farming, there is another wave that small farmers cannot help but notice: the wave of consumers gritting their teeth and quietly asking their farmers to bring down the price. We charge two dollars for 12 stems of kale and in our community (an especially low income area) that is considered exorbitantly expensive. What is that about? Why have Americans come to expect high quality food for unreasonably low prices, and what - if anything - can the current crop of small farmers do about it?
                First, we have to acknowledge that Americans have a long history of separating ourselves from the source of our foods, even at a cost to our health. In an 1803 letter to soldier and farmer David Williams, Thomas Jefferson lamented the fact that the science of agriculture had lost "its primary dignity in the eyes of men". In our country's infancy - well before anyone could imagine the levels of mechanization our food system would eventually encompass - Jefferson already saw that Americans were looking away from their farmers, willing to accept the food on their plates without a critical understanding of how it arrived there. One hundred years after Jefferson attempted to sound the alarm, Upton Sinclair's The Jungle (Who can forget poor Jurgis, the Forrest Gump of his time?), described a dangerously unsanitary centralized food system that would have been entirely foreign to Jefferson, and famously, albeit unintentionally, terrified America into scrutinizing its food system. Were mistakes rectified? Did the public cry out for wholesome foods instead of a system which delivered mass-produced-rendered-whatnot? No. We just cleaned up the messiest parts. A little.
                Laws were created to ensure meat inspection and prevent the sale of poisonous medicines. These laws eventually led to the creation of the Food and Drug Administration as overseer of America's food and medical systems. They led to an institutionalized food system complete with line after line of food safety standards for farmers and food handlers to meet. A system poised to become even larger and further removed from the people it feeds. I'm not going to argue that food safety is unimportant. If a centralized food system is going to exist, then certainly standards need to be in place to ensure that all of the centralized food is handled appropriately. Such a system, left without oversight, will harbor cut corners with the potential to harm workers and consumers. Instead, I'm going to argue something entirely different. I'm going to argue that Americans need to fully understand what it means to feed themselves with food that was produced in an institutionalized, centralized food system, and also understand what exactly they are paying for when they choose to purchase and eat food that was grown outside of that system.
                An institutionalized system in which food carries a government guarantee of safety is convenient and, I believe, necessary to a centralized food system. Consumers can be comfortable in the knowledge that their food isn't going to cause them immediate harm, and growers know exactly what is expected of them in order to bring their products to market. But comfort and convenience come at a price. If every grower aims to meet the same expectations, eventually every grower ends up growing more or less the same thing, which leads to a lack of choices when we buy food. Sure, we have a lot of options at the grocery store, but they are the same options at every store. If a consumer wants something else it simply isn't available. If a grower wants to produce and sell something that doesn't already have standards set for it within our institutionalized food system he is faced with challenges - whether laws, the high start-up costs of following an uncharted path, or apprehensive produce managers - which often prove insurmountable. What exactly is the loss here? What would we have access to if our food system was not limited by standards? I can't say. We truly do not know what we are missing.
                If institutionalizing our food has bred sameness, centralizing it has bred true uniformity. The centralization of our food system has also left us with lower quality, less nutritious foods and, it's at the heart of the price issue.
                What do I mean by centralized? In a way our food system is the opposite of centralized. We know the story. A large seed company produces tomato seeds at a facility (why don't they call it a farm?) in China or Mexico. That seed is grown by a tomato farmer in Florida who is growing a monocrop in sandy soil that isn't really fit to support vegetables. The poor growing conditions mean the farmer has to apply synthetic fertilizers, pesticides, and fungicides which are produced all over the world. The resulting tomatoes are shipped to regional packing facilities or factories where they are packed or processed and sent along once again to stores or restaurants. So, in truth, hands in several countries have taken part in the production of any given mealy, pale orange, salad bar offering - which, as I said, seems the opposite of centralized. (We all know how bad this is for the environment and our taste buds, but it is kind of a win for teamwork, isn't it?) What hasn't happened is any sort of farmer to consumer connection. Those individual interactions between farmers and eaters across the country have been removed from our food system in favor of efficiency. Instead farmers are encouraged to specialize in one crop which is sent on to someone else for marketing or further processing. It's the specialization of farmers and the elimination of the farmer from marketing the end product that I'm referring to when I say centralized.
                 The uniformity, diminished quality, and flat-out cheapness of food enter the picture as farmers fit themselves and their products into this centralized system. Vegetables have to fit into an assembly line, and assembly lines only function if all of the parts are interchangeable. They also need to stand up to a lot of handling and all of the traveling described above. I'm pretty sure farmers and consumers alike are all too familiar with the drawbacks of this part of the picture. We know that breeding vegetables for toughness and uniformity rather than taste and nutrition leads to flavorless low nutrient vegetables. But equally important to realize is that this assembly line aspect of the system also makes the vegetables cheaper, just as any mass produced item is cheaper than its artisanal counterpart. A hand thrown vase costs more than a factory produced vase. Consumers see that the two items are different, with different production costs, and are willing to pay more when they desire the higher quality handmade item. Vegetables raised from seed to market by the same local grower are equally different from vegetables raised on big farms - even big certified organic farms, which are just another arm of the existing food system, with its own set of occasionally questionable standards (though organic is the arm within the system producing the healthiest, least environmentally destructive food) - and consumers need to learn to understand that difference. 
                Clearly food from small farms is not the same as food produced by large agribusinesses, and it makes sense that it should carry a different price tag, but shouldn't farmers define what it is, rather than point to what it is not? I was going to list the individual choices my husband and I make every day to ensure that we provide our customers with nutritious vegetables while simultaneously building soil fertility and avoiding the destruction of other resources in the process, but one great thing about small farmers is that every one of them is different. We each do our best to make the right decisions for our particular circumstances and grow the best foods for our customers - a stark contrast to the uniform, profit driven growing methods seen within the mainstream food system. A description of our particular growing methods is just one of many awesome alternatives and so does not fully illustrate the differences between small, local farms and behemoth agribusinesses. Another fabulous thing about small farmers is that if customers want to know about their growing methods or make sure their food is safe, they can simply ask their farmer. Small farmers are right there, selling food directly to their customers.
                As a farmer I know it's a challenge to keep all of the above in mind when standing behind a table at the farmers' market. My vegetables are my babies, my art, and, in some ways, I suffer for them accordingly. When a customer questions their value it is difficult not to feel personally hurt and respond on an emotional level. But if I truly believe in what I am doing as a local farmer (and I do) I, and other small farmers like me, need to hold my head high and confidently remind people that I am offering an alternative to the existing broken food system in this country and my prices simply reflect the cost of thoughtfully produced food. At that point, the consumer must make his own thoughtful decision.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Cabbage Soup with Bacon and Caraway

A soup for every other Dark Days meal sounds about right to me. As I mentioned in my first Dark Days post, I do like to make soup.

Cabbage, bacon, and caraway soup before its final simmer.
The orange bits are rutabaga.
And why not? Soups are satisfying, simple to make, endlessly variable, and lend themselves well to my locally available ingredients.

This was, sadly, another almost local soup. I like to give soups quick flavor by starting with bacon, or sometimes sausage. There used to be a wider selection of local bacon and sausage at my co-op than there has been the last couple times I've shopped for them. This last time I had four options, bacon from Wisconsin that would have fit my broadest definition of local (we are very very close to Wisconsin) but had nitrites, non-local nitrite free bacon from far away, bison sausage from I know not where, and some apple chicken sausage from California. In the past I have been able to find bacon and/or sausage sourced within 50 - 100 miles of me.

I had to go with the nitrite free bacon option. I cannot say whether or not nitrites and nitrates are a food safety issue, but they give me migraines so I avoid them.

This was a weekend shopping trip so I couldn't speak with any buyers, but I will need to ask my co-op about this change ASAP. If I'm lucky, their past suppliers are still around and I can buy directly from them.

3/4 of a twelve ounce package of bacon, one medium onion, one rutabaga,
two turnips, a tablespoon whole caraway seed, and some dried jalapeno.
I deglazed this pan with a bit of water, added a medium cabbage, chopped,
one pint home canned tomato puree, and water to cover.This simmered
for about a half hour, until the cabbage was tender but not limp.
The rest of the soup, aside from the salt, pepper, and caraway seed, was local. The vegetables, which included cabbage, rutabaga, turnips, onion, canned tomato puree, and dried chile pepper were a collection from four different area gardens (including ours).

"Bacon Bits"
The highlight of the soup was the bacon crumbles I garnished it with. I used about 3/4 of the bacon for the soup itself. The remaining was chopped into bite sized pieces and fried with a generous pinch of whole caraway seed and a half a dried jalapeno pepper minced.



Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Magical Fruit

I have the bean problem figured out.

If you have been following the blog you know that I am participating in Urban Hennery's Dark Days Challenge (see the cute logo in the upper right corner?) and that I have plenty of meat, dairy and a fair amount of vegetables to get me through my season of locally sourced meals. You may also remember that I am on the look out for local grains and legumes, as all I have in that category is a jar of hutterite soup beans we grew in a test plot this year.

Our Hutterite Soup Beans. This is about half of what we harvested from our 15 foot
plot. The rest are soaking as I type this, getting ready to be made into soup.

Enter an old farming friend, Marty Heller, who's been trying his hand at heirloom bean growing in Traverse City.

I know, I know, at 380 miles away Traverse City is not exactly local to Ontonagon, but, for several reasons, I think that these beans fit into the spirit of the challenge. To start with, the challenge is pretty flexible and past participants have considered their whole state to be local to them, so I'm not really doing anything against a rule, though, overall, my goal is food grown within 150 miles of my home. Next, our trip to get the beans was a 40 mile detour along our Thanksgiving travel route, and the grower was an old friend of ours. So, while the beans grew 380 miles from our home, they grew only 40 miles from our lives (if that makes any sense). Finally, Marty grew the beans on land he rented from the Leelanau Conservancy. The Conservancy wants the land, part of the DeYoung Farm, to be maintained as active agricultural land. They hope to start a farmer in residency program to allow individuals who have experience farming (training, internships, and the like) a place to learn about farm management and, hopefully, build some capital so that they can start their own farms. It would be a sort of farm incubator program.

Farm incubator programs are an awesome local food promoting idea that I wanted to encourage in my tiny way by mentioning the Leelanau Land Conservancy's goal in the blog. If any of you know of similar programs I would love to hear about them.

Marty, who grew up in a farming family and has been involved in the operation of two CSAs, told us a little about his experience growing beans on the Conservancy's land. He grew over fifteen varieties on about two acres, didn't have the opportunity for as much weed control as he would have liked (this is pretty much a given for chemical free farmers), hand pulled the plants at harvest time, and threshed the beans using a 1940's Allis Chalmers All Crop 60 Combine. We were able to see much of the yield when we visited. He was storing them in burlap sacks in his garage that he allowed me to paw through so I could select my beans. I didn't think to ask what his overall yield was, though we did have a nice talk about beans, weed pressure, and the variable success we have each had growing dry beans under different conditions.

Marty's baby bean plants at the DeYoung Farm.
Photo courtesy of Marty Heller.

For example, our experience at Wintergreen Farm has taught us that those hutterite soup beans I mentioned love black plastic mulch and king of the early beans hate being planted in our fields, no matter what we do for them. Marty found similar discrepancies with the varieties he grew. I guess that means bean farming, like all farming, is an endlessly interesting process of trial and error.

Even with weed pressure, Marty ended up with a spectacular bean harvest. Enough for a 13 variety bean tasting event that I very much wish I could have been a part of. I guess I'll have to be content cooking and tasting the six pounds of beans we bought from him and the hutterites we grew.

Three of the four varieties I got from Marty.
From left to right these are Low's Champion, Coco Rubico, and Peregion.
Photos courtesy of Marty Heller.

It's going to be a magical winter...

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thinking Hard about the Dark Days

The upcoming Dark Days Challenge is heavy on my mind. In a good way. Winter is clearly upon us here in the north, the gardens are asleep, and I am trying to figure out exactly what my definition of local is.

Last night's snowfall on the office woodpile.
When you live in the U.P. you have an office woodpile. 

I really thought this would be easy. I'm a CSA farmer. I am local food, right? But there is so much more to it than that.

I live in a small community that is still very agricultural, so in many ways I am at an advantage. The local foods I have are varied and readily available. I have meat in the form of chicken, duck, turkey, and lamb my husband and I raised, beef from a nearby farm, and fish that we catch or purchase from a local market. I have a fair amount of fruits and vegetables canned, frozen or dried, some root vegetables in storage, and two good co-ops that will be sources for other local winter produce. I wish I had more stocked up in this category, but being beginning farmers means that we often sell the produce that we would like to can for ourselves and end up buying from bigger local farmers in the winter. It is getting better every year though. What I have put up is a mix of our produce and produce from other local growers. I also have eggs, from our chickens and other local farms. I have a milk share from the same farm that we get beef from, which is less than ten miles from our place. I can also get cheese and butter (and milk if we need more than our share provides) from a regional dairy that is located about 100 miles from us.

Sounds good, right? I thought I was pretty much set, until a tiny whispered question crept into my brain.

What am I going to do about grains and pulses?

You know, the staples of my diet. The quart jar of hutterite soup beans from our little dry bean test plot is not going to last through the winter.

Hmm...I am looking forward to a serious learning curve.

I'll leave you with that until after Thanksgiving. I'm planning a lovely holiday with the things I am most grateful for. My family and good food.

I hope you all find yourselves doing something equally wonderful.