This week on the farm

Posted on May 26, 2014

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I’ve taken to volunteering Saturday afternoons at The Work Farm in order to glean experience from the farm manager, Susan.  We spent the afternoon putting in tomato and pepper plants and laying plastic down.

The plastic is called “biofilm,” and it serves as a weed-block and soil warmer.  It also biodegrades after about a year.   Stearns uses plastic instead of sprays because sprays are not organic, in case you were wondering.

It’s a process: We spread out the soaker hoses.  Then we lay the plastic, then someone comes along and pokes holes at the proper intervals for whatever we’re planting.  We  scoop a handful of compost into each hole.  Then someone comes behind and lays out one plant for every hole.  And finally, another someone plants the plants into the holes.

Not to mention the part prior to this when the farmers disked the beds and tilled them and formed them and whatever else someone does with a tractor.  I’m not sure of the exact steps.  Volunteers don’t get to drive the tractor.  But Seth does! He kept me updated about when they were using the tractor to do these fields a couple of weeks ago.  My brain does not want to hold onto that information at the moment.  Chalk it up to studying no-till farming.

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If you leave dirt on top of the plastic, weeds will grow through the plastic — it’s that thin — and everything will have been for naught.  That’s why I was sweeping plastic.

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The field tomatoes that we planted Saturday are not the only tomatoes on the farm.  There are also 300 tomatoes in one of the greenhouses, ready to be tied with strings as soon as they are tall enough.  Because late blight is a concern for the area, the greenhouse tomatoes are a mixture of heirloom and hybrid in an effort to harvest tomatoes for as long as possible.   20140526-174233-63753938.jpg

The field tomatoes are located several hundred feet away from the greenhouse tomatoes in another attempt to control blight.  I mean, you can’t really control blight, it’s more a matter of planning for the inevitable and slowing its progression. We expect the field tomatoes to fail first, even though there will be a sort of a “wind-break” of hybrid tomatoes around the heirlooms.  I took the above picture standing in front of the tomato greenhouse looking towards the tomato field.  You can see those white dots on the left — that’s where the tomatoes start.20140526-174335-63815252.jpg
Other things are growing on the farm too: spinach and garlic and onions, beets and carrots and bok choy.  First CSA pickup isn’t for another three weeks or so. Grow plants, grow!

 

 

 

 

 

How does your garden grow?

Posted on May 18, 2014

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It’s early yet, but my garden is on its way.  Seth and I planted spinach, endive, dandelion, peas, radishes, and carrots in the last month or so.  The peas are reaching for the sky.  We’re harvesting chives and spring garlic already.  And thank goodness for that.  A person can only take so many supermarket vegetables before her body revolts.

This weekend, I recruited my brother to help put up the pea trellis.  We’re using a pole stretched between two stakes, with string hanging down for the peas to climb.  Will it work?  It’s anybody’s guess.  But I can tell you that our next door gardener often watches us working with confusion in his face.  I get that a lot.

This garden experiment is all in good fun.  Seth and I compare notes on the weekends to see what he’s doing at the farm vs. what I’ve implemented at the garden.  We share tips.  It makes it a heck of a lot easier when you have a farmer on your side, I can tell you that!

 

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Working Girl

Posted on April 21, 2014

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We recently made Lily the happiest dog in the world. I use “we” loosely, because it was Seth who did it. He got a job as an assistant grower at Stearns CSA farm, who then decided they need a smart dog around the place. It’s a dream come true for our lucky girl. Working outside every day? Learning how to ride a tractor? Chasing off squirrels and bunnies and birds? This dog loves it.

Of course the issue is that she comes home, eats supper, and goes straight to bed. We have to coax her to get moving the next morning. Every once in a while when Seth calls, “Lily, time to go to work,” as he puts on his coat, we might have a prancing, grunting dog who can’t wait to have her collar snapped on.  But that’s rare.  We think it’s the car ride.

The moment she gets to work, she slopes off to investigate which critters have tried to break into the greenhouses in the night and say hello to the other farmers. Then it’s into the fields for a sniff around the perimeter, and finally a day spent with one eye on Seth, one eye on the fields to chase off unsuspecting interlopers.

 

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It’s a dog’s life.  What can I say?

Printable recipe cards, just because

Posted on April 6, 2014


Vegetable Recipe cards

I guess the winter got me down more than I thought, because I had a two week fervor where all I did was sketch vegetables and then try to turn them into something pretty.  It was during the miserable cold stretch between the snow melting and the weather warming up enough for the soil to reach that magical stage, “workable.”

Radish recipe cards

Now that it’s warm(ish), I work my plot of dirt instead of my sketchbook.  But there’s still time for cooking.  And if you like functional, pretty things in your kitchen, I hope you’ll enjoy these.  Just download, print on cardstock — I used Staples — and cut out on the light gray lines.  I made them in two sizes:  3″x5″ cards if you’re old-school like me, or 4″x6″ recipe cards.  Enjoy!

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Plotting. I mean Planning.

Posted on March 27, 2014

There are things you do in the winter to keep from going bonkers that it has been below zero for five days in a row and there are an estimated 14 more inches of snow on the way.  One of them is to dream about how lovingly you will mulch your dirt.

Oh, just me then?  Ok.

And then there’s plot planning.  Seth and I were late on this, but it doesn’t really matter so long as you get it done before seeding time.  And even then, you can futz with things.  Which is good, because frankly my plot plan has already changed from this version.

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The beds are all to scale.  Not so much the paths, and I couldn’t be arsed to draw in our fence line, which is basically the perimeter of the drawing, with the bottom right corner cut off for our gate. Some of the planting areas are off because I couldn’t convince Excel that it could master the half square fill in order to give my tomatoes and eggplants 18 square inches per plant. I say this knowing full well some smart-aleck will come along and give me a three second tutorial that will solve everything.

Our final tally is:

  • 13 tomatoes
  • 3 eggplant
  • 1 jalepeno
  • 4 broccoli
  • 2 cucumbers
  • 6 basil
  • 3 parsley
  • 1 oregano
  • Innumerable radish, carrots, peas, green beans, and greens
  • 0 zucchini (thank goodness.  I’m still cooking through last year’s glut.)

Garlic Crusted Pork Loin

Posted on February 1, 2014

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You ever have one of those weeks where you’re too busy to think? Because you’re having guests over tomorrow, and the bathroom sink is draining slow, and the washing machine is out of commission so the laundry is piling up, and you have to update the dog’s rabies vaccine before your next encounter with Animal Control? This is a good recipe for that week. It looks impressive, tastes great, and you can throw it in the oven and forget about it while you turbo-plunge the bathroom sink before the guests arrive.

It’s good for non guest weeks as well. I’ve been making it twice a month all winter. I roast it some dim afternoon, and then I stand there and pick the garlic crust off the top before Seth walks in and catches me. Garlic and pork fat go well on a cold day.

Serve this with pan seared green beans, cornbread, and gravy, or baked potatoes and broccoli. Or if you’re like me, eat this as a starter course and finish up with the Laura Ingalls Wilder books for dessert. Nothing says old-fashioned like a large hunk of roasted meat.

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Garlic Crusted Pork Loin

• 2.5-3.5 lb. boneless, center cut pork loin

• 2 large cloves of fresh garlic, minced (about 1 Tbsp.)

• 1 Tbsp. dried thyme OR rosemary OR sage

• 1 tsp. each salt and pepper

• 1 Tbsp. olive oil

Turn on the oven to 400°F. In a small bowl, mix the herbs, spices, and olive oil. Place the pork loin fat side up in a metal baking pan and spread with the garlic mixture.

Bake for about an hour, then check the temperature of the pork with a meat thermometer. You’re aiming for 145°F to 155°F. If need be, pop the pork back into the oven, but keep a close eye! It should only take another 5-15 minutes to get up to temperature.

Once at 145°F, remove the loin from the oven and let it rest for 10 minutes. The loin will cook another 10-15 degrees on the countertop. Slice and serve, and watch your guests melt with joy.

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Shoveling Shit

Posted on December 28, 2013

Winter Solstice is our holiday.  Seth and I celebrate with a hike or snowshoeing, homemade gifts, and lighting candles.  We skip Christmas except to chase my five nephews around a noisy house, and then we got to bed early for the New Year.  It’s an exciting life, what can I say?

This year was a little different.  We thought maybe a hike for the Solstice, except someone in the house has no hiking boots, only winter boots with a 2″ heel.  Seriously — who sells winter boots with a heel?  More importantly, who buys them? (They were a gift.)

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To top it off, I was still hoping to pile manure onto the garden beds on one of my free days.  The manure is free for all community gardeners, minus the effort it takes to shovel.

Can you see where this is going?

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In some good news, the garden beds are finally done for the winter.  We dressed three beds with manure, and covered two with newspaper and snow because we ran out of shit and light.  This is what happens when you do outside work on the shortest day of the year.

Compost Reconnaissamce

Posted on November 29, 2013

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In a perfect world, I would have nabbed the compost from my backyard and moved it to the garden before we moved. It would have been a nice end to the growing season, and then we I could have spent moving day not thinking about how my beautiful compost was going to waste. Of course in a perfect world, I would also be eating supper right now instead of sitting next to the oven listening to supper roast. Sometimes things don’t always turn out like you plan.

For example, we moved to the next town over, to a building without a backyard for our compost bin. We were busy the days leading up to moving day, thanks to my new job and to Seth’s class. And we didn’t have as much help as we thought when it came time to move.

Never one to let minor obstacles deter me, we spent The Big Day transferring our stuff from one apartment to another. We left my compost behind with the promise that I would come back for it. Don’t tell me you’ve never talked to your compost before. I mean, I’m not one to coddle compost and measure temperatures and turn it while reciting sonnets. I don’t stand there holding a boom box up to my compost playing a romantic song (I thought that was creepy anyway). But I do talk to my compost, the way I coax my bike in and out the front door, the way I ask the dog how her supper was.

And Thanksgiving was that day. We heard through the grapevine that no one had moved into our old apartment yet, though that was likely to change by December 1. We figured the downstairs neighbor would be gone for the holiday. We even did a dry run and drove by the house to ensure my compost was still around.

Thanksgiving dinner rolls around, and I scarf down my food as usual. Seth and his mom finish up and prepare to settle into their respective squishy chairs for the requisite post-Thanksgiving nap. “Oh no,” I say, “No sleeping. Don’t forget we have to go get my compost.” I’m thankful my mother-in-law already knows and loves my quirks.

While I shovel the compost into our giant plastic tubs, Seth does the compost bin breakdown and hauling. We load up the car without nosy neighbors giving us a second glance, and we drive over to the garden plot, triumphant in the thought that our compost will feed our five beds and nourish our plants next spring. I have big plans for this compost.

Trouble is, our tubs only cover one bed. But that’s ok. There’s still time to get manure before the snow flies.

Garden in Progress

Posted on November 23, 2013

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Took to the dog to the garden this morning to see what was left, and the answer is: not much.  I began prepping the beds for the winter by pulling up all the vegetable matter left.  Some schools of thought say to leave it to decompose.  Some say remove it to a compost pile.  I’m still deciding.

The next step is to lay down multiple sheets of newspaper over each bed and then pile on manure.  The theory is this will smother the weeds, prevent nutrient losses in the soil, and break down into compost over the winter.  Come spring, I should have ready beds!

If you look closely in the bed all the way to the left, you can see a profusion of green towards the far side.  That, my friends, is the garlic we thought we killed this spring.  But no!  It returned, and it’s even in rows.  Don’t ask me how that happened.

Drat

Posted on November 10, 2013

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I missed the deadline for the Cornell Beginning Farmers online course registration for their fall course.  To be fair, Seth’s father passed away, I started a new job, and we moved to a new apartment — all in the time-span of three months.  Things have been hectic.  Maybe that’s an understatement.

We’re settling down now, and I have a new plan: sign up for the class that starts in January.  Yes!  In the meantime, I sense lots of cooking, some bike riding, and plenty of dog walks in my future.