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Posted November 16, 2007: White. It frosted
hardily last night, making for a beautiful four-minute drive
to work. With steam pouring off the Rodale Institute pond, the
ducks appear to be part of a fairy tale (they probably wouldn’t
agree). In any case, it’s a sign that things are winding
down. Only one more week left for the shareholders at Quiet
Creek Farm’s CSA. I am proud to be a member, filling
in for research manager Paul Hepperly while he’s in Uruguay
spreading the message of organic agriculture as a Fulbright
Scholar. Before this move to Kutztown, I was living nearby in
Topton, and was addicted to the Burkholder’s roadside
farmstand, located conveniently on the way home from work. It
was then that I started to experiment with food—not basing
meals on recipes, but on what crops were available. This opened
up a whole new door.
Zucchini-and-squash pancakes, anyone!? Yep, zucchini pancakes!
Delicious! They’re very popular in Korea. When sustainable
agriculture students from Gyeongsang National University in
South Korea visited earlier this summer they prepared an enormous
meal, complete with all kinds of great food. This included
sushi with kimchi, sweetly marinated beef, rice balls, pancakes
and a lot more. Did I mention pancakes? Now I’m a cereal-for-breakfast
kind of gal, but these pancakes you can eat anytime. They’re
made of zucchini and squash. By late summer the squash and
zucchini were coming in nonstop, so I gave them a try. Flour,
eggs, salt and grated zucchini/squash—with or without
cheese—and then, thinking it was a little dry, I attempted
a sauce. I looked in the fridge and saw some yogurt and remembered
the Greek dressing that tastes so good: yogurt, garlic, lemon
juice and …no cucumber, I already had my cucurbit. It
was delicious, if I do say so myself. I had made something
I don’t normally eat. And I liked it!
Stand-in shareholder
Moving to Kutztown, Areum Song—my roommate and one
of the South Korean students who returned as an intern—and
I became de facto shareholders at Quiet Creek CSA as a perk
for house sitting for Paul. I’ve never experienced so
many vegetables. Areum and I have a responsibility to eat
our weekly vegetables and it’s a challenge we haven’t
been meeting recently. Luckily we have this week to catch
up as there is no pickup until next week. Areum knows her
vegetables. After securing some apples at that roadside stand,
we came home with our share and she headed straight for the
blender. I looked over and there was a green liquid swishing
about in there. Well obviously, it could only be the kale-apple
drink that her mom makes. I hesitated to try it, not knowing
a thing about kale other than it’s decorative, which
conflicts with the T-shirts and bumper stickers suggesting
that we should all “Eat more kale.” It tasted
all right, and it certainly felt healthy.
Another time we had stockpiled some serious vegetables that
needed to be taken care of, so Areum takes out a pan and cuts
up practically every vegetable around—red beets, potatoes,
broccoli, onion, celeriac-—and grates butter, broccoli
and cheese on top. Having created an interestingly squiggly
piece of art, she’s about to call it a day when she
adds the forlorn garlic that had been overlooked, regarnishes
and pops it into the oven. Delicious! But she considered it
a failure, not expecting the celeriac to taste quite the way
it did.
Now celeriac is definitely a new one for me. For the uninitiated
(like myself), here’s the scoop: it is a fist-sized
knobby root that tastes like celery and parsley. Half a cup
equals 30 calories, and it’s a good source of dietary
fiber. Heidi—the face of Quiet Creek Farm—is perfect
for her role at the distribution center. She knows everyone’s
names and is very friendly and helpful when you have any questions
regarding the produce. I asked her how to prepare celeriac
and she said one of the shareholders reported steaming it
until it’s soft and adding a lot of cheese on top; others
put it in stews. And she listed quite a few other methods
of preparing this vegetable. It wasn’t until I was walking
away that I realized it was all vaguely familiar; I’d
asked her before! That’s it, no more questions, just
do it. I went home and steamed it until it was soft and loaded
it up with cheese and was pleased to taste something like
a pre-seasoned potato. Not bad for such an odd looking vegetable.
Needless to say, I’ve learned a lot about growing,
preparing, eating and even some about storing food in my time
here. I’ve learned what’s seasonal and how to
fix it. For myself, eating raw vegetables is phenomenal, but
that’s not something you can readily give to company,
or easily do when you come into contact with red beets. I’m
sad to see the season ending, but at lunch when I see how
happy the Quiet Creek crew is I know that it’s time
to move on.
We—the research interns—are going to be busy
for a while yet, processing and collecting field corn and
keeping the hairy vetch weeded; we have another garlic planting
ahead of us and some soil samples to be collected out of the
Farming Systems Trial.
Remembering Mali
Earlier this week, while threshing and cleaning soybeans
for the soybean rust experiment (three different varieties
and four different treatments), it took me back to Mali where
it’s getting closer to harvest time in the rice fields.
Once the men have harvested all of the rice and hauled it
in, the women take over. Whirling long sticks around their
heads and bringing them down hard on the rice stalks—"mosada,
mosada"—they separate the rice from the stalks.
Cleaning what they’ve gathered, they loosely brush off
the larger organic material, leaving the heavy rice at the
bottom. Then they lift up their baskets with the rice and
let the wind take all of the lighter material, and the rice
falls to the mat below. This might be considered old-fashioned,
but it is still quite a viable method and the only option
for a lot of traditional farmers.
After seeing all of the work that goes on from the seed
to the pot, it would be a real crime to mess it up in the
final preparation for consumption. We get hung up on the products
not the processes, but in order to fully appreciate the outcome,
we should at least understand the process.
By preparing the celeriac, the pancakes and the kale, I’m
concentrating on the process, and am able to feel some control
in this product-oriented world. My trips to the grocery store
are getting fewer and fewer, and it feels good to be conscious
of what I eat. So as winter approaches, and my trips to the
store will most likely pick back up, I am thankful for what
I’ve learned from our gardening neighbors. On the research
farm, this concept of good solid practices resulting in a
good product is reiterated on an agronomic scale: invaluable
though not as personal. We here in the industrialized West
have the technology to remove the majority of us from dealing
as intimately with our grain as the rice farmer in Mali.
In whatever field you work, you are no doubt familiar with
your product and what it takes to get it to market. Imagine
yourself in a train cart looking at the train on the next
track; all you see is a blur and maybe fleeting vertical lines
that lead you to believe it’s made up of multiple carts.
You in your cart are related to the cart in front of you in
that it’s pulling you along, but until you cross the
walkway between carts, you don’t know about it. The
intern experience—being where I am, being in contact
with these people—has allowed me to get on and visit
several carts to get an insider’s perspective on that
part of the process. This is a better way to decide on which
train and in which cart I’d like to settle for awhile.
To concentrate on the processes rather than the products,
this is the way to not get too overwhelmed in our world of
so many things. Growing, preparing and eating food has allowed
all of that to take place for me. The forecast is calling
for flurries, and nuts continue to drop off the trees—winter’s
coming. Next spring when the hairy vetch and garlic get the
grow memo, there will be a new set of interns to get the results
of what we’ve worked on this year.  |