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September 15, 2007
Taking stock of what was on the dinner table tonight, I realized it all originated on our farm, from start to finish. This surely doesn't happen every night but when it does, it is cause to celebrate. As good as farm raised food is, it is the antithesis of "fast" food; this is very very "slow" food when one considers the long process of getting it to the table.
Thanks to our family's hard work, we ate pork from a home raised hog, corn from the field, potatoes from the potato patch, brussels sprouts and carrots from the garden, applesauce made from the windfalls of a Gravenstein tree, and sweet juicy plums for dessert. Even the filbert nuts are drying and ready to eat for a night time snack along with the sweet dessert grapes from the arbor. The wild blackberries are hanging thick now and begging to be picked for cobbler tomorrow. It can start sounding like all Martha Stewart-y except the reality is far less glamorous and romantic than she portrays in her glossy magazines. I'm not sure how many chickens she's butchered and plucked at home. She doesn't look like someone who digs into manure piles for the most composted stuff to dress her artichoke plants. I'll bet she doesn't milk her own goats either. But I know she carves her own pumpkins and they are much more artistic than anything I could ever create from the monstrosities I have growing up the hill.
The "Eat Local" campaign happening all over the country is meant to decrease the distance food must travel to our tables, to prevent spending resources sometimes far greater than what the food took to grow to begin with. Eating fresh grapes from Chile or apples from New Zealand in the middle of winter is amazing when you really think about it, but they don't give us nearly the same satisfaction as the raisins and dried fruit we have made from our own arbor and orchard. Hot house tomatoes from Holland just don't measure up to the sun dried tomato slices we've preserved in the freezer. Our farm critters don't have to leave the farm; they are less stressed and so are we.
Not everyone has the space or climate to raise fruit, vegetables, meat, eggs and milk for their own consumption, so I realize we are truly blessed to steward this patch of earth. Support for the local growers and farmers' markets brings healthy affordable foods to the table. Maybe there are a few more blemishes and a little less polish, but the flavor is exquisite and the source is known.
Celebrate the "slow" food that grows right around the corner, and perhaps, in your own backyard. It is worth the wait.