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

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Humble Feast Dinners at the Neighborhood Kitchen


A year ago I was browsing commercial real estate listings with a long term plan to invest in a building for a long term home for Patty Pan. I stumbled on a property close to my house that was just the right size and just the right price. It was a commercial space in a residential neighborhood and I've always liked those very much. The savvy broker had included an email from a neighbor testifying to the neighborhood's readiness to support a community-minded food business. The neighbor's email went on to wish for a Fair Trade espresso bar or a bistro run by an established chef.

We had no intention of opening a coffee shop or cafĂ©. (Been there, done that.) But we certainly were looking for a place that we could grow into a neighborhood institution, fostering connections around food.

Back in 2011 I launched a series of monthly local foods dinner events dubbed the "Humble Feast", an antidote to the lavish, expensive local foods galas featuring celebrity chefs and ingredients donated by hardworking farmers and fishermen. Instead of a mind-blowing meal made up of dishes few home cooks could replicate, I wanted to prepare simple, tasty, affordable fare that could also inspire home cooking.

It seemed like an obvious, appealing idea but it turned out to be a tough sell. It was hard to find a comfortable, affordable space where we could host our dinners and we just weren't very good at getting the word out. We had some reasonably successful events and some morale-busting evenings when almost nobody showed.

Early this year I bought the building in Briarcrest, which included a small dining room off the kitchen. We built a beautiful pass-through window with an onyx counter and bamboo plywood trim. And we invited the neighbors for dinner. They came, they ate, and they told their friends. They've come month after month, enjoying our humble endeavor, filling our tiny dining room to capacity and spilling into the kitchen and the parking lot.

The dinners are going so well that, starting the first of the year, we'll begin holding them weekly rather than monthly. We're so grateful to have landed in this neighborhood.

Here's a recipe for the Shepherd's Pie that we served at the last dinner. It's tasty and adaptable, and makes a great winter comfort food.


Shepherd’s Pie (makes 6 servings)

 6 medium-size potatoes (any kind but russets)
4 tablespoons olive oil
1 onion
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 pound ground beef, ground lamb, crumbled tofu, finely chopped seitan, or cooked lentils or beans
2 teaspoons salt
2 cups finely chopped vegetables (I recommend carrots, parsnips, turnips, rutabagas, and winter squash)
¼ cup chopped fresh parsley
2 tablespoons other finely chopped fresh herbs (I recommend rosemary, oregano, and thyme.)

 
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

 Boil water in a large saucepan. Cut the potatoes in quarters, add them to the water, and cook them for about ten minutes, until they’re very soft.

 Meanwhile, heat two tablespoons olive oil in a large skillet. Add the onions and garlic and cook for about 5 minutes, until the onion is soft and translucent. If you’re using beef or lamb, crumble it into the pan once the onion is well cooked, along with one teaspoon salt. If you’re using a vegetarian protein, you’ll add it later.

 Cook the meat on medium-low heat for 5 to 10 minutes, until it’s nicely browned. Add the vegetables and salt and cook for about 10 minutes longer, until they’re very tender. If you’re using a vegetarian protein, add it now. When the protein and vegetable mixture is heated through, add the herbs.

 Drain the potatoes, add the remaining tablespoon two teaspoons olive oil and one teaspoon salt, and mash well. Spread the protein and vegetable mixture in the bottom of a large casserole pan, and spread the mashed potatoes on top. Divide them in four portions and drop them in different portions of the pan to make the potatoes easier to spread.

 Bake for 15 to 20 minutes, until it’s piping hot.





Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Elusive Farmers' Market Parking Space


I've heard that parking rivals price as the top deterrent keeping consumers from shopping at farmers' markets. Once you've gotten used to the convenience of grocery store parking lots, a four-block trek to buy vegetables from your favorite local farmers can be a deal breaker, especially in lousy weather.

But parking issues don't affect all markets equally, even markets of comparable size with comparable parking constraints. Take the Ballard and University District markets.

I've often heard people talk about how difficult it is to park at the University District market, but I usually have to park just as far away when I go to the Ballard market in the middle of the day. Yet I rarely hear people complain about Ballard market parking. I think that's because Ballard is more of a party while University District is a serious shopping venue. You can do plenty of serious shopping at Ballard as well, but folks are more likely to head there than to the University District for a leisurely weekend outing. Leisurely weekend outings often involve parking and walking a few blocks while trips to the grocery store usually do not.

On Fridays during the summer we vend at the Madrona and Phinney markets. On sunny and cloudy days Phinney almost always outsells Madrona. But Madrona has on site customer parking, and on days with dumping rain it consistently outsells Phinney. Customers aren't as deterred by the weather because they can easily get back to their cars.

This past fall the University District market moved from its long-time home in the community center parking lot to the main street outside the center. We were excited about the move. Markets held on streets are almost always busier than markets held in parking lots. Our optimism was well-founded: we've had a wonderful winter there despite some beastly weather lately.

But the move has had another, unanticipated consequence. Like the Madrona market, sales at the University District market have been reasonably consistent in all types of weather, even though our numbers used to tank in the rain and the chill back when the market was held in the parking lot.

The market administration and the community center now offer parking in the lot where the market used to operate, fifty feet from the new site. They charge for the convenience, but the lot always seems to be reasonably full.

Speaking of parking, I used to find that I could improve my parking karma by dropping coins in other people's meters when they were about to expire. But you can't do that anymore with the printed stickers that have to go on the inside car window.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Farming Heroes


Farming is backbreaking work. You get up before the sunrise, and you often work until after sundown, tying up loose ends, tinkering with equipment, and taking care of paperwork. You’re at the mercy of weather systems and price fluctuations which can bankrupt you even when you make good choices and dedicate every waking hour to your harvest.

The state of farming in this country is a mixed bag. On the one hand, big companies have spent the past hundred and fifty years—or longer—getting as much land as possible into the hands of a few big players. At the turn of the twentieth century, forty eight percent of American families made a living from agriculture. A hundred years later, that number was closer to two percent.

Many of the families who were farming at the beginning of the last century but not at the end didn’t want to give up their land; they were forced to move because of bad harvests or unfavorable market conditions. You could say that small scale agriculture is dying, as families who have farmed for generations find that they can’t compete with the massive investments that their corporate competitors make to grow corn, wheat, and soy on an industrial scale.

Despite this bad news about family farms, there are more than ten times as many farmers’ markets in the United States today as there were forty years ago. Free-thinking farmers are somehow finding ways to start working small pieces of land, selling their produce directly to free-thinking customers. Farmers’ markets are so hot that even large mainstream corporations are aping them in tacky promotions.

Wherever you find an economy where small-scale farmers thrive, you find a system of government where individuals are willing and able to speak out. This has been the case since ancient times. When a small minority gains control of most of the land or resources, government grows corrupt, workers are exploited, and the average person doesn’t have much of a say.

Ancient Babylon (present day Iraq) lay between two mighty rivers, the Tigris and the Euphrates. Their water was rich in minerals, and when the rivers flooded their banks, the silt that was left behind created fertile and productive plots. At some point a proactive priest or engineer discovered that he could make the land even more bountiful by channeling river water into irrigation systems. As large scale irrigation projects grew successful, the folks who were organizing the effort grew rich and powerful, and came to own most of the land.

There’s a tablet bearing ancient Babylonian laws that turned up about a hundred years ago in what was once Persia. One of these laws states that when someone works land that another person owns, he is entitled to keep one third of the produce he grows there. One third. Think about it. That’s sharecropping. And yet some lawmaker took the trouble to pass a law and inscribe a tablet to protect the tenants’ right to keep that one third. It must have been even worse for many renters.

Nearby, in ancient Israel, folks followed a custom known as the Jubilee Year. According to this tradition, every fiftieth year all debts were forgiven, and all land that had changed hands due to unfortunate circumstances was returned to its original owner. In other words, if you lost the family farm, when the Jubilee Year came around, you’d get it back.

If a Jubilee Year law had been in effect during the dustbowl years, thousands of Great Plains farmers wouldn’t have lost their land and trekked out to California to become migrant workers. If the Jubilee Year law had been in effect during the recent mortgage and foreclosure crisis, we wouldn’t be facing the current level of homelessness and poverty. Homes excavated from the ruins of ancient Israel tend to be relatively uniform in size. That culture didn’t have the kind of wealth disparity that you found nearby in Babylon, where people who lost their land during tough times were unlikely to ever get it back.

 In early Greece, most of the good land was grabbed early on by the military elite, and regular folks were left with rocky hillsides which they had to nurture patiently in order to get anything to grow. They planted olives and grapes, crops that the richer landowners didn’t bother with because they took too much time and patience. But olives and grapes were the right crops to grow on rocky hillsides, which weren’t much good for the wheat and barley which the wealthier landowners grew on the better lands, delegating the labor to their slaves.

Unlike wheat or barley, which grow easily and are replanted every year, olive trees and grape vines can take generations to get established. Folks who grow them can make secondary items—olive oil and wine—which are much more valuable than the basic produce, especially if you learn your craft and put out a great product. Once you put in the time it takes to get a grape vine or olive tree to bear fruit, you feel proud of your work and you want to keep that vine or tree in your family.
These early Greek farmers developed pride and independence, and before long they had started history’s first democracy. It wasn’t perfect—slaves couldn’t vote, and even wealthy landowners were shut out at first—but it was a start.

After the fall of Rome, warlords again grabbed all of the good land in Europe, just as the military elite had done in ancient Greece. They used the feudal system to offer contracts to poor peasants, who farmed land they did not own under disadvantageous terms. But around the end of the first millennium, Europeans began inventing better agricultural technologies and becoming more successful farmers.

Land ownership arrangements changed. The wealthy land owners found that it was now more profitable to hire labor and harvest their own crops than to offer long term leases to peasants.  Poor people struck out on their own, and began clearing marginal hillsides of trees and shrubs. Like the ancient Greek olive farmers, they didn’t have the kind of resources that large scale land owners enjoyed, but the process of taking a piece of land, making it their own, and getting crops to grow there transformed them from peasants into free thinking citizens. They passed laws that recognized the rights of individuals, and began challenging authority.

There’s been a similar dynamic in the United States, reaching back hundreds of years. Like the warlords of ancient Greece and medieval Europe, cattle and railroad barons grabbed up much of the land as quickly and ruthlessly as they could. At the same time, this country was founded by people who were trying to get out from under oppressive governments. Forward thinking legislators and radical farmers have always challenged the efforts of cutthroat entrepreneurs to buy up as much land as possible.

Thomas Jefferson wrote prolifically about the importance of broad based prosperity and land ownership. He was a wealthy landowner and slave owner himself, but he did have some good ideas, and he helped to create an ethic and an ideal. During the following century, the federal government encouraged the settlement of the western part of the country by offering one hundred and sixty acre parcels to homesteaders who could demonstrate that they were capable of working the land.
Despite the fact that the railroad companies were awarded half of the land--and grabbed much of the other half by sponsoring sham claims--this policy on some level was intended to foster equality, once you factor out the fact that it displaced hundreds of thousands of Native Americans from areas where they had lived for centuries.

After the Civil War, the government launched a similar program aimed at helping freed slaves to get back on their feet by offering them forty acres and a mule. Like the movement to settle the west, the reality of these land grants hardly lived up to the ideal. Many freed slaves ended up as sharecroppers, rather than landowners. Despite these failings, it was a good idea, and if it had been seriously implemented, it’s hard to imagine that we’d have the kind of social and economic disparity on the basis of race that we see today.

Once most of the land out west had been settled late in the nineteenth century, big railroad companies began getting into the food business. Food was an ideal product to transport on the new railroads because the demand for it was ongoing, and there was plenty of room out west to raise food for the densely populated Eastern cities, which were growing more densely populated every day.

The railroad companies got involved in food production in the west, raising cattle and growing lettuce. They also formed alliances with the giant meat packing companies, when they weren’t competing with them for their own share of a very profitable business. Cutthroat entrepreneurs grabbed up as much western land as possible. Their agricultural production technologies grew more expensive and efficient, as they bought bigger tractors to work bigger parcels of land.

The family farmers who had managed to get their hands on homesteaded plots had a hard time competing. They were often growing the same wheat and corn as the large-scale landowners, but they didn’t have the acreage and the equipment to achieve economies of scale, so they couldn’t put out the large enough quantities to succeed, and they couldn’t keep their small operations viable with the low prices that their industrial competitors were able to charge.

As these independent farmers found themselves unable to pay their bills and cover the cost of their seeds, they began mortgaging their land and borrowing against their equipment. The situation didn’t improve. Many were never able to pay back their loans, and eventually they lost their land. They left their livelihoods behind and went off in search of wage labor, often with young families in tow.

Big agriculture got bigger, and before long folks living in cities and even in rural towns were buying most of their food through grocery chains that did most of their business with the food conglomerates that managed most of the food chain. The big food companies built strong lobbies that shaped a political system where corporations had a disproportionately large voice, and individuals struggled to be heard.

Today we’re used to hearing about a monster food system that has so much political clout that it keeps many Americans unhealthy by offering products that are profitable but lethal, but this is hardly a new story. In the early years of the twentieth century, Upton Sinclair published a muckraking novel about the industrial slaughterhouses in Chicago, exposing the filthy food processing operations and hazardous conditions for workers.

The public outrage that the novel stirred made it obvious that the government had to take some action. Unfortunately,  rather than taking the opportunity to pass laws that would really make folks safer, government officials worked with industry representatives to create the illusion that they were making the food supply safer, when they were mostly just managing their own images.

The Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906 was certainly an improvement over the earlier regulatory environment. It put a cursory inspection system into place, and made it illegal to mislabel products. But the legislation was also a tragic missed opportunity to actually reform the food system by creating serious standards for regulation and food safety.

There’s a similar situation today, as monstrous factory farms breed diseases nobody could even have imagined a hundred years ago, diseases caused by overcrowding, indiscriminate use of hormones and antibiotics, and crazy practices like feeding byproducts from cow slaughterhouses back to cows, and byproducts from chicken slaughterhouses back to chickens.

We hear nearly every week about a new food safety scare linked directly to industrial farming practices. Pathogens that make their way into the industrial food supply ruin millions of pounds of meat, and outbreaks from food borne illnesses sicken thousands of people. And yet it’s tough to pass regulation that might actually improve the situation because large food companies fund such powerful lobbies, and contribute heavily to the campaigns of elected officials.

The consolidation of the food industry undermines democracy because the political influence that the large corporations enjoy ensures that fewer people have a real say in crafting laws and policies. However, the small-scale farmers who are driving the farmers’ market movement do manage to make some noise, and the more they prosper and find ways to sell their food and share their ideals, the less powerful corporate agriculture will ultimately become.

If it hadn’t been for the strong voices of independent farmers and the customers who support them, federal organic standards would allow genetically modified foods to be labeled as organic. These free thinking producers have been the force between today’s sustainable food movement, which has forced the government to overhaul nutritional recommendations, re-evaluate the school lunch program, and fund vouchers to help low income shoppers buy produce at farmers’ markets.

We’ve got a long way to go, when it comes to building a sensible, fair food system, and there’s certainly no shortage of bad news, from e coli and salmonella outbreaks, to epidemics of type 2 diabetes and heart disease. But the flashes of good news are more than just isolated incidents. Instead, they’re the work of a grassroots movement that gets stronger every day, and has the potential to change not only the way we eat, but also the way we live.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Roasted Sunchokes


I used to scoff at sunchokes. Walking around the winter markets, it always seemed like everybody was selling them but nobody was buying them. I once even asked a farmer whether there was actually a demand for them, or whether farmers just offered them for sale because they were easy to grow. I'm not much of a gardener, but I've heard that they are, in fact, very easy to grow.

Sunchokes used to be known as "Jerusalem artichokes" until a bunch of marketing folks got together and tried to figure out why nobody was buying them. Someone suggested rebranding them as "sunchokes", which wasn't as big of a stretch as it sounds because they are, in fact, part of the sunflower family.

Nobody knows why they came to be known as "Jerusalem artichokes" in the first place. They're definitely not part of the artichoke family, although they do have a distinctly artichoke-like flavor. They're indigenous to this hemisphere, and one theory is that whoever first came up with the name was referring to the New World's one-time reputation as the New Jerusalem. Another theory as that the "Jerusalem" in the name is a bastardization of "girasole", which is a flower that bends towards the sun, like its sunflower cousins.

In any case, they're quite good for you. They're reminiscent of potatoes, but have almost no starch and plenty of fiber. They're also bountiful at a time of year when there isn't much other local produce available.

Up until the past few weeks, I never had much luck cooking sunchokes. For some reason I thought that you absolutely had to peel them, and they're knobby and small, and it seemed like a lot of work for not very much food. I also didn't seem to digest them well.

I brought some home a few weeks ago because a farmer had a big box of them left over at the end of a market and offered them to me for free. I said I didn't have the patience to peel them, and she said she never bothered. It was a revelation.

So here's how I've been preparing them. It's so simple that it seems silly to use a recipe format. Slice them thinly. Aim for the thinness of potato chips, although--if you're anything like me-- most of them won't end up quite that thin. Toss the slices with olive oil. Use your hands, so you can actually coat them without using an insane amount of oil. Sprinkle them with salt and pepper, and roast them at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for about 20 minutes.

It's that simple. The thicker ones will be tender and satisfying. The thinner ones will be almost crispy, like artichokey potato chips. It makes me think of the amazing possibilities for someone with a big budget and plenty of marketing savvy: Sun choke chips!!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Farm to Fork Dinner and Halibut-Potato Patties



I catered a lovely dinner last night at Whispering Winds Farm in Stanwood. It was my very first farm dinner, as well as a first for the hosts, Charlene and Doug. We were all quite pleased, and we all felt that we'd learned some valuable lessons to make the event even more successful next time.

It was clear to Charlene and Doug that they should have held the event later in the season, with more produce to choose from, and we shouldn't have committed to a specific menu months ago, when we had no idea how fickle the weather would be. I learned that I should have brought many more bowls, more utensils, and a larger griddle.

Most of the recipes came from my friend Debra's wonderful collection, The Northwest Vegetarian Cookbook. We were going to make Romanesco with Northwest Berry Vinegar, and Charlene planted romanesco specifically for the occasion, but the weather didn't cooperate. We used broccoli instead, from Willie Greens Farm, which was a great stand in. We also made a salad with a variety of gorgeous lettuces from Let Us Farm, and Carrots with Fennel Seeds and Hazelnuts, using a mix of yellow and orange carrots from various farms.

For the protein, we made Halibut and Potato Patties (my recipe, developed for the occasion) using some spectacular halibut from Wilson Fish, along with potatoes from Alvarez Farms, and herbs from Whispering Winds.

Here's the recipe, scaled down for home use:

1 lb. filleted halibut
olive oil, salt, and pepper

1 lb. yellow or red potatoes, cut into bite-size pieces
handful of chopped, fresh parsley
handful of chopped, fresh chives
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon salt
black pepper to taste

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Brush the halibut with olive oil, sprinkle it with salt and pepper, and bake for about 20 minute, until it's flaky in the middle.

Meanwhile, boil the potatoes for about 10 minutes, until they're very soft.

Drain the potatoes, and mash them. Crumble the halibut. Mixed the crumbled halibut with the mashed potatoes, and add the parsley, chives, olive oil, salt and pepper. Shape the mixture into patties, and brown them for a few minutes on each size in s skillet or on a griddle. Alternately, arrange the patties on a baking sheet, brush them with oil, and bake them at 375 degrees until they just start to brown.

For the yogurt sauce:

1 tablespoon olive oil
1 clove garlic, minced
1 cup whole milk yogurt
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
2 tablespoons chopped fresh chives
1/2 teaspoon salt
black pepper to taste

Heat the olive oil gently in a medium-size saucepan. Add the garlic and cook for about a minute, until you can smell it. Mix the sauteed garlic with the remaining ingredients. Serve the yogurt sauce spooned on top of the halibut patties.









Saturday, November 27, 2010

Winter Farmers' Markets Vermont Style


Three years ago I visited the Brattleboro Winter Farmers' Market the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The weekend after Thanksgiving tends to be a rough weekend for market vendors, even in Seattle. Fridges are full of leftovers and many customers are out of town.

Three years ago there were very few customers and most of the vendors looked depressed. There wasn't much produce, either. It may have been the first year they tried holding a market through the winter, and I remember thinking that I hoped they would keep at it until folks got used to the idea of coming out to buy local produce even during the colder months, and farmers adjusted their planting schedules to a longer season.

Today I visited the market again and was excited by the change. The place was downright crowded and there were plenty of fresh vegetables. I even got some of the last of the year's tomatoes.

I met a vegetable named scorzonera that was completely new to me. It's related to salsify and burdock. Mother Earth News compares its flavor to oysters, but I actually thought of melon when I tasted it, only it wasn't quite as sweet.

There was prepared food as well, from breads, jams and cured meats to jars of pickles and mustard. Musicians played to a tabled area where eaters enjoyed Thai food and focaccia. There were crafts as well, in fact, folks in this area find it strange that there's such a raging controversy among Seattle market managers over the issue of whether or not craft vendors belong at local markets. The relaxed approach here goes both ways: The famous Putney Craft Tour (which includes my sister's fine work) also features a cheese maker.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Northwest Vegetarian Cookbook


I first met Debra Daniels-Zeller when I was regularly catering monthly dinners for the Vegetarians of Washington. She was the guest chef, and I was the "ghost chef". I'd work with chefs the organization wanted to feature, collaborating to develop menus and then executing the recipes myself because I had a commercial kitchen and catering gear.

It was sometimes a tricky job. The guest chefs wanted to show themselves off while I wanted, first and foremost, to earn enough money to make the endeavor worthwhile. I learned a lot about putting my ego aside.

When I first learned I'd be working with Debra, I went to a bookstore to check out her book, and promptly bought a copy. It was a lovely, self-published volume filled with enticing recipes as well as profiles of some of my favorite farms. By the time we touched base and began discussing recipes, I had already picked out a menu, which turned out to be very similar to the one that she had in mind.

We've crossed paths regularly since then, since we both frequent local farmers' markets. Getting to know her better I discovered that the original decision to self-publish her book was actually very much in line with her ideal of supporting local businesses and maintaining short supply chains in every possible way. I'd never seen anyone promote a self-published book as thoroughly or as conscientiously and I was continually impressed, though I also wished I could see the book receive the benefit of a publisher's established distribution channels.

The Northwest Vegetarian Cookbook, which came out just this week, is an updated version of the original volume, with new insights and recipes, and an expanded reach, profiling farms in Oregon as well as Washington. It's a beautiful book. I rarely cook from recipes, but I'll definitely be trying some of these, such as the Potato, Fennel and Tomato Soup, and the Orzo with Shallots, Kale and Walnuts.

Congratulations Debra!

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Food Miles



I haven't read James McWilliams' book Just Food: Where Locavores Get It Wrong and How We Can Truly Eat Responsibly. But I've read enough similar reviews to think I've got the idea: McWilliams argues that the concept of food miles only accounts for one small aspect of the total energy cost of producing food. McWilliams is the guy who wrote the New York Times editorial in August 2007 citing the New Zealand study that demonstrated that lamb raised in New Zealand and then shipped to England actually has a lower carbon footprint than lamb raised in England because the climate in New Zealand is more suitable for raising lamb.

Apparently McWilliams also has a good time making fun of the locavores who drive to the farmers' market to save the emissions that are spewed shipping food from distant regions. I've heard several references to McWilliams' book during the past few days, and it's gotten me thinking that we earnest would-be locavores can't keep glossing over this very real question of whether local eating really is more sustainable when industrial agriculture has its own energy efficiencies.

I do think that all of our deeply held beliefs, from religious convictions to political stances, are primarily emotional rather than rational in orgin. That's why it's so hard to change someone's mind through rational argument and so easy to manipulate opinions emotionally. The big picture as far as sustainability and food miles is probably too complex for any of us to understand comprehensively so we focus on isolated facts that support the positions we already hold, like the statistic that a lettuce grown in California and shipped to New York uses more calories in transport fuel than it provides in food energy, or the New Zealand study comparing the carbon footprints of New Zealand and English lamb.

I eat as much locally produced food as I can because I want to live in the kind of world where small-scale farmers can earn a living, where an honest, creative food culture has an opportunity to thrive. There is a consistent historical correlation between small scale farming and broad-based land ownership, democracy and humanist ideals. The democracy in Ancient Greece was cultivated by small-scale farmers and the shift from feudal manors to private land ownership helped to show Europe out of the dark ages. Thomas Jefferson's revolutionary democratic ideal was a nation of independent farmers, and after the Civil War freed slaves were supposed to get "forty acres and a mule," or a piece of land that was synonymous with freedom.

At the Ballard Farmers' Market today a guy bought a quesadilla from me. I was standing by the stove, about five feet from my cash box. He gestured to the cash box and said, "You'd better get that off the counter. Someone's going to steal it." He spoke with a thick New York accent. (One of my people.) In thirteen years of vending at farmers' markets, I've only seen one person try to steal a vendor's till, and he only got about ten feet before a bunch of customer's tackled him.

That's why I eat local food.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

How the Other Half Thinks

I get Google Alerts on topics related to sustainability and local food. Recently they sent me a link to this fascinating piece from a blog called "Free Republic". The post is called "No Cranberries in Texas? No Lobster in Colorado? Blame the Locavores." Apparently the local foods community is trying to rob the rest of the world of the right to choose what to eat. Make sure to check out the comments, where the right wing crowd ponder the absurdity of eating locally. No wonder it's so hard to pass a health care bill.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Lazarus Week



Local Roots had this wonderful sign last week at the Madrona Market. Apparently some of the crops they'd given up on weren't quite dead yet...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Bottom Feeding



I call my purchasing strategy "bottom feeding," after those resourceful sea creatures that live on whatever filters down to the ocean floor. Like them, I try to make use of foods that a more wasteful group of consumers treat as surplus. I let the farmers at the markets where I vend know that I'll be happy to buy items that they have left over at the end of the day, perfectly good produce that would otherwise end up on the compost pile because there's a new batch ready to be harvested. I name the price, and I'll take just about anything they're willing to sell to me at that price.

It can be tricky to approach people to propose this type of arrangement. It's especially important to let them know that I know that their produce is worth more than I'm willing to pay. But even though I'm not willing to pay much, I try to do everything I can to make it worth their while. I've bought cases of greens even when I'm not sure how I'm going to fit them in my cooler, and I'm often willing to take a risk on oddball stuff, like the time I came back from a market with 3 cases of purple cauliflower.

I had one farmer tell me that he's selling more at the markets because of this arrangement. He used to think in terms of trying to sell out, so nothing would be wasted. As a result his table would look empty during the last hour, and he wouldn't sell much. Now he keeps his table fully stocked for the duration of the market, customers buy more because it looks better, and he sells the leftovers to me.

It takes faith to be a bottom feeder. You have to be willing to work with whatever comes your way, and have backup systems for the occasions when you can't get as much as you need. But I find it a rewarding stategy not just from a financial standpoint, but also because I'm doing my part to lessen the unconscionable amount of food that gets wasted in this country.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

New Local Foods Website



My friend Laura recently put together a website guide to local foods in the Seattle area. It includes lists of restaurants, farmers' markets, farms, and CSA's.

She did it for her senior project, a city-wide requirement for graduating from high school. I'm proud to say that I acted as her advisor.

Check it out at Local Foods Seattle.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Organic Slowdown

The Nielsen market research company reported this week that sales of organic products barely grew over a year ago. There was a mere 1% increase, down from 24% growth last year. (Keep in mind that we're still talking about growth here, just at a much slower pace.) Their report attributed the slowdown to the lousy economy, but I couldn't help wondering if their conclusion was a bit shortsighted. The company specifically tracked sales of grocery items with bar codes, or products designed to be sold by middlemen in conventional retail stores. It didn't include direct sales at farmers' markets and CSA's which, I can tell you anecdotally, are doing just fine.

I have a friend who is an organic farmer, who sells only at farmers' markets and through a CSA program. I asked her once why she bothers with organic certification when all of her sales are direct sales. She answered that when she first started, back in 2002, the federal organic certification program had just gone into effect and customers were taking it very seriously, and asking about it regularly. But these days, she said, folks are much more concerned with buying stuff that's locally grown, and they hardly every ask whether her produce is organic. I suspect some of this attitude change is also showing up the Nielsen numbers.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Mostly Local


  1. During the many years I've been in business, I've always looked for ways to balance costs with a concern for the quality of my ingredients. This has especially been on my mind lately as I see the sustainable food ethic being associated largely with high end restaurants and affluent consumers.

My own approach--which I've arrived at more intuitively than deliberately--has been to use mostly local and organic ingredients, being scrupulous but not fanatical. I can make a $6 quesadilla with about 80% local and/or organic ingredients, but if I strove for 100%, I would either have to double the price, or barely make a living.

I'm comfortable with this compromise, but I haven't had much success when I try to explain it to customers who ask about particular ingredients. It's important to me to be honest, but I often feel like I'm being defensive.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The "Eat Local Minority"



The marketing research firm Mintel released the results of a survey today which found that 17% of American adults, or one in six, buy locally produced goods and services whenever possible. Krista Faron, an analyst with the company, said, "We found that although the 'buy local' mantra has gotten strong media coverage and government support, most Americans haven't yet incorporated it into their lifestyles."

This is a great example of how you can read data in different ways depending, perhaps, on your agenda. I think it's great news that 17% of American adults buy local products whenever possible. That's a difficult standard to achieve. I buy a lot of my food at farmers' markets. Over the summer I'm at the markets five days a week. But I wouldn't say I buy local products whenever possible. There are certainly times when it would be possible for me to find a locally sourced alternative, but I don't buy it because it's inconvenient or expensive. Convenience and price aren't always the determining factors for me, but they do sometimes figure into my purchasing decisions, at least often enough that if a researcher asked me if I buy local products whenever possible, I'd probably say no.

So I think it's exciting that 17% of American adults answered the question in the affirmative, assuming, of course, that they're telling the truth.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Lapsed Locavore



  1. Oregon's Statesman Journal ran an article earlier this month about an aspiring locavore who threw in the towel. That's about as newsworthy a topic as "Dieter Succombs to Temptation and Eats Cake", or "Vegan Craves Protein and Eats Steak".

To their credit, they had been running occasional articles about his undertaking. But the article made me think about a term I'd stumbled across recently: "locavore backlash".

Maybe we all just need to get out more.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

CSA by Sail



The Cascade Harvest Coalition blog just did a piece on a new CSA concept: sailing local produce from the Kitsap Peninsula to the Shilshole Bay Marina and then selling it directly to consumers. Their goal is to transport the food by means of engineless sailing, creating zero carbon emissions. Apparently the first shipment was a success, selling out in just a few hours.

The folks at Cascade Harvest wondered how the folks at the Ballard Farmers' Market felt about the competition. I haven't spoken to them about it directly, but it's my guess that they'd be really excited to see this new model for local food distribution getting started. This isn't the kind of scenario where there's a limited demand, and sales through one channel cut into sales somewhere else. It's more of a situation where rising awareness and rising demand is in everyone's best interests.


When I first started vending at farmers' markets there were only two weekly markets within the Seattle city limits. Now there are eleven markets each week during the summer, and both the newer and the more established markets continue to grow, in spite of the competition. The more people are turned on to this kind of food, the more they spread the word and look for as many opportunities as possible to buy local produce.

Monday, January 12, 2009

CSA Box Miracle



Willie Greens CSA delivered on Friday, after missing 3 weeks because of the cold weather. They lost 5 of their greenhouses under the weight of the snow, but they managed to weather last week's rainstorms, though a lot of the land around them flooded.

The driver was 3 hours late because she was waiting for the water on the road to recede.

It was a humble box, with carrots, onions, spinach, kale, white beans, parsnips, cabbage and a butternut squash. And yet when I finally received it, it felt like nothing short of a small miracle.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Safe Zucchini



Bill Marler's piece listing farmers' markets towards the top of his top ten food safety challenges of 2009 has generated quite a few responses, including a wonderful piece in The Ethicurean.

I wrote something about it for the Green Fork Blog, talking about the increased risk of unsafe food that goes hand in hand with mass production. I acknowledged that small scale food production doesn't necessarily mean that a product is safe, but I still feel more comfortable buying my food from someone who visibly takes pride in their work.

The folks at Barf Blog were singularly unimpressed, maintaining that I'd drank too much of the local food kool-aid. They want hard evidence, like soil samples and data on water quality. I wrote a response to their piece, but they declined to post it. I respect their work, but the experience made me wonder about their agenda. In any case, here's the meat of that response which didn't see the light of day:

A few years ago I bought a batch of zucchini from a local farmer. When I cooked it and served it, several customers said that it tasted bitter and upset their stomachs. I spoke to the farmer about it. She was disturbed and did some research, and learned that when hot weather is followed by a cold snap, zucchini can become bitter and cause an upset stomach. We had, in fact, just had some very hot weather followed by an unseasonably cold spell. She printed a sign about it and began a dialogue with her customers. I took responsibility, she took responsibility, and we all learned something.

I've bought thousands of pounds of zucchini from that farmer since then, and there's never been another problem.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Eating Locally Away from Home



I just got back from a week and a half visiting family and friends in southern Vermont and upstate New York. I love seeing people I care about and I also enjoy exploring local foodways in places that aren't quite familiar to me.

I grew up in Brooklyn, but several of my family members are now based in Vermont so we often do Thanksgiving there. I was able to stay longer this year because my work schedule has been delightfully flexible, so I got to orchestrate most of the holiday dinner. I don't get to do that very often for my family of origin and it's different from catering for strangers, when I'm always trying to figure out the most cost effective way to do things. For this occasion it was more important for everything to be just right.

I bought most of my produce for the dinner at Walker Farm, between my mother's place in Dummerston and my sister's home in Putney. They have lots of organic produce that they've grown themselves (tomatoes in Vermont! In November!), and also plenty of other stuff, most of it local. We've got a spectacular food scene in Seattle, but we don't have anything like this. The agricultural and residential landscapes in Vermont are so well integrated that a place like this can work, while it wouldn't make sense for a farmer near Seattle to rent space in the city for a similar venture.

The other great local food find in Vermont was the Gilfeather Turnip, though I have to admit I didn't actually taste one. They were just too big, and by the time I discovered them I was already trying to figure out ways to use all of the Thanksgiving leftovers. But I kept going over to the basket of them at the Brattleboro Coop and checking out this magnificent vegetable. Some of them weighed as much as 5 pounds. I've been eating baby turnips the size of radishes. The Gilfeather turnip is a native of Vermont, and it's actually a rutabaga, not a turnip. It's also received the distinction of being inducted into the Slow Food Ark of Taste.