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Spinach Arugula Strata

Tired of fresh greens? Stratas are a great way to get a lot of greens and other vegetables in a new and simple way. I make my strata directly in the frying pan, which makes it super quick and easy.

Ingredients:

  • 1 tablespoon cooking oil of choice (olive oil splatters more than canola, coconut oil remains healthy after heated unlike olive oil)
  • 4 eggs
  • 1/4 cup milk (cow, rice, almond, soy or other milk of choice)
  • 1 Tablespoon chopped garlic greens (or 2 cloves garlic, or green onion)
  • 1 cup chopped fresh spinach leaves
  • 1 cup chopped fresh arugula leaves
  1. Mix all ingredients in a bowl while cooking oil is heating in frying pan (medium heat).
  2. Add mixture to the frying pan, cover and reduce heat to low while greens wilt.
  3. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Warm Beet Salad

  1. Cut stems off beets leaving 1 inch attached to bulb.
  2. Boil beet bottoms until tender (about 10 minutes).
  3. Serve over salad drizzled with balsamic vinegar and goat cheese.
  4. Saute chopped beet greens, onion, wax pepper in canola oil for 5 minutes (stems can go in before leaves).
  5. Add a touch of sesame oil, soy sauce, white wine and steam for 5 mintues. Enjoy stir-fried greens as is or with fish, chicken or steak on top.

And She Dances Like She’s Never Danced Before

Those who own their own business know the biggest downside is the blurred line between work and home. For me, checking emails, ordering supplies, making to-do lists, contacting customers, (writing blogs), all happen at home.  Most times this means a two year old is pulling my hand in the opposite direction. But I do my best to multitask. We hit the playground between deliveries, cashing checks and picking up compost around town. Farm tasks are completed while jumping on hay bails, crawling through grow tunnels, drinking from the hose, and climbing swinging farm gates.

Inevitably things go wrong when trying to do a million things at once. Today I ran out of gas at the intersection of Main and 32nd – unfortunately a very conspicuous place in a small town. Before I could even react, a crew was pushing my car off the road and a nice woman drove me to her house and gave me the gas from her garage so I could get to the nearest station. She refused money with the line “what goes around comes around” and gave Raina a stuffed animal from her car. I really hope to be in the situation where I can pay it forward sometime soon, but right now I feel like my life is a landslide and I’m struggling to move the rocks away before they bulldoze me under.

I don’t know what other people see when they look around the farm. It isn’t as productive as I know it can be and there are a million projects half finished. But that’s OK for now. I’m primarily a mom through the winter while Peter works and motherhood always comes first. When that little hand is pulling me away from work, I need to remember all that we’ve accomplished since this time last year. In the scheme of things, whatever seems so important at the moment, simply isn’t as important as wherever she’s taking me.

My favorite tension release with Raina is “bouncies” on the couch to music. I could tell Raina was a headbanger like her dad even in the womb; she always danced more when Metallica was playing into my belly over Bach. For the first year of her life we danced her to sleep to artists we could all agree upon: Angels and Airwaves, Arcade Fire, The Beetles, Blind Melon, Eddie Vedder, The Decemberists, U2… the louder the music and the faster the sway, the quicker she fell asleep. Now she’s too heavy to sway to sleep, but we still dance every day. When I was in grade school the best dancers always had their moves copied by others at school dances. I find myself copying Raina the entire time. Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether she creates more stress than she relieves, but I’ve always been one to ride the extremes rather than coast down the middle.

She's a Maniac

The book “The Dirty Life” arrived at my door as an anonymous gift. Whoever sent it knows me well because once I started reading I couldn’t stop. It’s the story of a couple’s first year attempting to provide a full diet, year round CSA in upstate NY. Yes you heard me right; in their first year farming, this couple set out to produce meat, eggs, milk, cheese, maple syrup, grains and veggies ALL year! Not to mention they were doing this on an abandoned farm with limited infrastructure and using draft horses instead of tractors. Are you in a state of disbelief too? I was convinced that they would fail, and if not, I wanted to know how they managed to pull it off.

It turns out they succeed by working themselves like “maniacs” as the author (Kristen Kimball) puts it. They woke up at 3:45 every morning to milk the cows and finish farm chores before the sun rose. The end of the day didn’t come until 9pm when it was dark enough for the hens to be closed in their cage to roost. That’s a 17 hour work day, 7 days a week! What makes the book particularly fascinating is the author’s background; she was a NY city travel writer who had never farmed before. Not surprisingly, she questions her new life (and new partner) through out the book. Fears of endless work and poverty haunt her. In fact, after a year of farming (and immediately after her wedding) she leaves the farm to take a travel writing gig on Hawaii possibly never to return.

What resonates with me the most is the moment she accepted her exhausting “dirty life” and decided to return to the farm. On Hawaii she meets a CSA farmer whose idea of farming is more of a relaxing stroll through the garden than actual work. In watching him contemplate each harvested leaf, she realizes that the hard work at her farm provided meaning to her life.

I relate to this realization immensely.  Everyone who has ever spent time farming with me might also describe me as a maniac. I believe that working quickly and efficiently is the only way to succeed when farming dozens of different species without the use of tractors or chemicals. I have yet to find someone who equals my “enthusiasm” for the infinite tasks and if I ever do, they’re hired! There are just too many chores to take the time to stop and smell the roses. I do have daily moments of bliss; it’s inevitable when you farm in this location. It may be watching a raptor fly overhead or realizing a crop is growing to its fullest potential. But the majority of the time I rush through each chore and quickly move on to the next.

There does seem to be a light at the end of the frantic farmer tunnel. In future years, the author of “The Dirty Life” finds the time to have children and the money to hire workers (and pay them health insurance). Maybe this frenzy is just part of the initiation process, a farm’s way of hazing the farmer to see if he or she is worthy. I do think one thing is certain: to be successful farming you must not only be capable of the hard work, you must also love it.

What’s in your OM?

We’ve been contemplating our soils since deciding to farm in Durango. We’ve had to; we’re farming in soil that made the bricks of an adobe house! Yes, clay soils have their pluses; they retain moisture (because it is dense), great for our dry climate. Plus, clay particles are negatively charged so they bind to positively charged cations that plants need (like calcium, magnesium, and potassium) so they are naturally very fertile. But, clay soils are slow to warm in the spring, and they are often alkaline which can limit the availability of micronutrients (our soil test indicated pH 8). My biggest challenge has been how easily they compact. Don’t even think about stepping on the soil and then trying to grow in it!

If you’re an organic gardener, you know the solution to everything is OM: organic matter. This is the best remedy for clay soils too. And I don’t mean a light spreading of an entire year of kitchen scraps that finally produced a pail full of compost; I mean 8 inches covering every inch of garden space! And that’s just to get started. Every time we rotate out a crop, we add more.

Where do you find all this OM and what is the best source? Sit back and pour yourself a cup of tea, I have quite a story to tell.

I spent the first fall that we lived in Durango driving around in my truck picking up OM. I investigated “hay for sale” signs and posted ads in the newspaper and on Craig’s list for moldy hay. On one of my drives, I came across a giant black pile of completely composted horse manure: “black gold”. I poked around the farm until I found the owner, a petite farmer sporting a huge cowboy hat. The pile was at least six years old and nothing new had been added since. Jackpot!! I jumped for joy and asked if I could load it in my truck with a shovel. He looked at me like I was either crazy or stupid and turned around to get his tractor. Last February with the greenhouse half finished, I started tomato seedlings in my window with the black gold. The plants barely germinated and those that did died a few weeks later. Too “hot” is what gardeners call manure that “burns” plants because it hasn’t completely composted and still has too much nitrogen.

But, this didn’t make a whole lot of sense considering the pile was 6 years old; for my Masters research I planted 1600 tomato plants with a shovel full of fresh cow manure placed in each planting hole. I puzzled on it for months and kept doing experiments in the greenhouse. The symptoms were distinctive. I’ve spent the better part of the last 10 years identifying tomato diseases and the epidemiology didn’t fit a pathogen. Something was the matter with this soil. It wasn’t until the local extension agent sent me this bulletin produced by NCSU on herbicide carryover in hay, manure, compost, and grass clippings that it started to click.

After pulling up images of herbicide damage on tomato, my heart sank. My preciously sought after OM was poisoned with herbicide. I guess it makes sense – a broadleaf herbicide is sprayed on pasture to kill broadleaf weeds while sparing the grass. Tomatoes are broadleaf plants too. But wait, let me get this straight… a horse eats some hay or grass sprayed with this broadleaf herbicide, digests it, poops it out, the poop sits in a pile for six years, and the herbicide is still present!! This is an unusually long half life compared to the farm chemicals I had studied in grad school. Sure enough, even the company that produces the pyridine carboxylic acid class of broadleaf herbicides warns users about carryover. Dow Chemical ironically calls it aminopyralid stewardship.

How can you be an environmental steward when using a chemical that lasts for years in the environment? One application and prime farmland is ruined for certain types of production for years to come. In asking a specialist whether a crop grown with herbicide carryover was safe to eat, he replied “if zero residual is a person’s goal in eating, they would starve to death.” Was there ever a better statement for growing without the use of synthetic chemicals, including the use of chemical-free soil amendments? How little we know about the ramifications of our actions. If this type of contamination is present in crops that are grown using organic methods, just think about what we are eating in conventionally grown crops where standard practice is to spray multiple applications of herbicides, fertilizers, fungicides, bactericides, and insecticides, whether they are needed or not.Since the pyridine carboxylic acid class of broadleaf herbicides were released by Dow chemical in 2005, contamination of OM has been reported worldwide. In the UK, the aminopyralid containing broadleaf herbicides were temporarily banned in 2008, until relabeling was negotiated. It has taken the US a bit longer to catch on.

Only a few states have raised awareness on the issue and here in Colorado, Milestone (an aminopyralid containing herbicide) seems to be everyone’s best friend. Until it is banned, canceled CSA’s and ruined home gardens will be the norm.

To me, this is local, national, and world headline news. What is more important than food security? I understand invasive weeds and those that are toxic to cattle are a problem. Proper pasture management, including intensive rotational grazing largely mitigates the need for herbicides, and if necessary, flame weeding is a better choice.

Oh yeah, back to my OM problem…your tea is probably gone. We’re now using wood chips, coffee grounds, leaves, needles, and manure that is from animals fed with certified organic hay. Let’s hope it doesn’t contain herbicide drift from the neighbor’s pasture! Adobe House Farm is lucky that the damage was largely to our seedlings which we were able to start again. We still had a bumper crop of tomatoes last year, which is one of the most sensitive crops. If this happens to you, irrigation, and rototilling (which exposes the compound to UV and oxygen) will help break it down. Please help spread the word that there are alternatives to using pyridine carboxylic acid containing herbicides.

An Elegant Future

I usually pass up attending agricultural conferences in order to attend to the endless tasks on the farm. While I feel guilty for not reseeding the arugula this past weekend, I chose to attend the 4th Homegrown Food Retreat. I must admit, one of the main reasons I took in the conference was to enjoy the salad provided by Adobe House Farm (25 pounds worth!) Though I didn’t receive the standing ovation I had envisioned for the salad, one speaker in particular made up for the lost time on the farm. Janine Fitzgerald (sociology professor and life-long farmer) was inspiring, informative, funny, and energetic. She spoke of peak oil production and its relation to agriculture. Most energy analysts agree that we are currently at peak oil and even the most optimistic estimations are that peak production will occur by 2020. Whether or not we are at peak oil now does not seem important when considering the fact that our current form of agriculture (and way of life) depends on a finite resource. Deny it all we want, at some point we will run out of oil in the near future (estimations are between 150-300 years). Some predictions involve the end of globalization and widespread anarchy. My husband and I laugh that if oil shortages occur during our lifetime we may need to figure out a way to defend the farm!

I choose to believe in an optimistic post peak oil society and that we will get there with good science, foresight, and preparation. Ideally, increasing scarcity and rising prices will promote renewable energy long before we run out of oil. This begs the question: how will we be feeding ourselves in the future considering about 10% of the energy in the United States is used by the food industry? My vision includes many more farmers doing things we do at Adobe House Farm, like heating greenhouses with solar panels, composting instead of applying synthetic fertilizers, and using our bodies instead of tractors (who needs the gym?).The biggest guzzler of fossil fuels in modern agriculture is the Haber-Bosch process that produces synthetic fertilizers. A little known fact is that about half the protein within humans is made of nitrogen that was fixed by this process (the other half was fixed the old fashioned way by bacteria). It is said that synthetic fertilizers feed our planets growing population and prevent mass starvation. Synthetic fertilizers are also responsible for eutrophication or “dead zones” in our waterways and contamination of our drinking water. As Ben Harper sings, “I believe in a better way.” I believe we are smart. I also believe that though science is the reason we are in this situation, it is also the only thing that will get us out of it.

Janine Fitzgerald closed her speech with Wendell Berry’s poem “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.” I felt like my life had come full circle; it was the poem that I chose to read at my high school graduation. Check the poem out if you’ve never read it. Wendell Berry also said, “only when you have an understanding of limits is elegance possible and elegance is limitlessly interesting.” That is a future I want to believe in.

Step By Step

Before we had Raina, I had visions of gardening alongside a play pin or with a baby on my back. I think most people are naive about the realities of parenthood before they enter the realm, however, I blame my parents for fueling these visions. According to the stories, I was an easy child. My mom could sit me in a corner at her exercise class and come back to me sitting in the same spot an hour later. Apparently I just sucked my thumb and simultaneously picked my nose most of the time. Raina must take after her father. Stories of him include “hang-dropping” from the crib and running around the house in the middle of night. Raina rarely sits still and two years into the game, I have yet to garden with her around. Don’t get me wrong, being a parent is the biggest joy in my life. It’s also the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Much harder than starting a farm from scratch, not even close!

Since there’s not much room in my life right now for anything other than family and farm, I find myself connecting the two all the time. Not knowing how the world works, Raina thinks kisses magically make ouchies go away, and that someone is always there to catch her when she jumps. I too find magic in the garden. Just today, I stood in awe at a tomato seedling emerging from the soil, its curved hypocotyl paving the way upward (yes, we’ve started some tomatoes already!). And when I’ve gotten in over my head, someone has magically appeared to help me through.

To vent her endless energy we often go “wimming” at the rec center. Today I noticed her climbing the stairs to the waterslide alternating legs up each step. She’s progressed from my carrying her, to my lifting her as she jumps, to right leg leading and left leg following, to finally doing it like a big girl, all on her own. The farm has made these baby steps toward progress as well. Sometimes the changes are monumental like finishing the 100-foot hoop house or putting up the fence. But most of the changes happen incrementally from hard work, day after day.

Though I’ll always remember the day that Raina first crawled, like on the farm, the majority of her development happens right before our eyes without our noticing. Hard as it is, there’s never been a day when I’ve wished I didn’t have to go to the farm, just like there’s never been a day when I’ve wished I didn’t have to be with Raina.

Spinach, Leaf by Leaf

It’s not easy for me to sit down and write a blog. When I’m on the farm, I’m inspired to write about everything I’m doing and thinking. But between working the farm and loving my 2-year-old daughter I always leave blogging to the evenings, when all I want to do is curl up on the couch (or in bed). The seemingly brilliant ideas I had that day at the farm are long gone. But tonight I moved the couch by a roaring fire and poured myself some wine. After dealing with a sick fussy child all evening it seems so civilized!

Many have said that Adobe House Farm’s success growing this winter may just be due to a milder year. “Have you tried growing through a REAL winter?” the skeptics ask. I would argue that this winter may be tougher than snowier winters. The snow is an excellent insulator and seals the edges of our plastic tunnels. Without it, the cold air finds its way through the gaps between the plastic and soil. It’s very exciting to me that we have lettuce, spinach, arugula, dill and cilantro for sale right now in the middle of January even without snow through most of the winter. In fact, this year we planted spinach outside at the beginning of September, covered it with low hoops and 6 ml plastic by October, and we are still harvesting from those beds today!

I have spent many hours crawling through those 3 foot high tunnels harvesting spinach leaf by leaf. With growing space so limited in the winter, I choose to harvest it this way so that next week I can harvest again (rather than cutting the entire spinach plant back, tilling the bed under, and then waiting 2 months to harvest again). Sometimes I think about the life I left behind in academia and wonder how I could be satisfied picking spinach leaves one by one, day after day. I think the challenge of small scale, diverse, organic farming is part of the reason. I still haven’t figured out how to do anything to perfection, and probably never will. While picking spinach, I may ponder over the optimum seeding density given the soil and our growing and harvesting strategies (which are constantly changing too). Should I change the seeding density this summer when the conditions are different and beds are harvested all at once rather than leaf by leaf? Probably.

There are millions of questions like this on a farm and farmers are natural scientists conducting experiments all the time, often not deliberately. Maybe the tomato leaves are curling here and not there; was it that extra bit of compost that was dumped there? Or maybe the mulch is thicker and as a result the soil moisture is more constant here. When plants are doing well, we try to remember what we did so we can do it again. When plants aren’t doing well, we note the symptoms and think back on what might have gone wrong. Either way, we’re there every day observing the changes good or bad and making adjustments the next time. Farming is a game and I enjoy figuring out how to be successful at it. And, you get to start fresh bed after bed, year after year.

The Fresh Market Strawberry

By far and away, my favorite crop this year has been the strawberry. On hot, sweaty days the best way to quench your thirst on the farm is to snack on these sweet juicy treats. If you have bought strawberries from us, you’ve probably noticed that this particular variety is quite unique compared to the ones you find at the store. It is incredibly fragrant and its flavor is similar to that of wild strawberries. I apologize if I have forever ruined a store-bought strawberry for you; if you are like me, you’ll never buy one again!

I can’t help but to include a little genetics when talking about strawberries since they are rather unique in that they have varying numbers of chromosomes (unlike us, we always have 2 sets of 23 chromosomes, one set from our mom and another set from our dad). Strawberries can have two or up to ten copies of each chromosome (and any number in between). This makes understanding the genetics of strawberry flavor very tricky for breeders. One of my dear friends from graduate school is trying to do just that: identify genetic patterns or “fingerprints” that are linked to the best strawberry flavor (this makes it much quicker to select for good flavor when breeding). I do not envy her, for her task involves differentiating among up to ten copies of the same gene within each individual.

The Europeans are always way ahead of the US when it comes to identifying the best-flavored strawberries. This is because farmers markets are much more common over there. Rather than breeding for the ability to withstand shipping and long shelf life, they focus on breeding for the best flavor – even if it means the strawberry must be picked and eaten within a day or two.  The better taste is worth the short shelf life. I thought I was keeping up with the latest trend by selecting ‘Mara des Bois’ as my strawberry cultivar – bred in France and known for its wild taste and fragrance. But my strawberry geneticist friend tells me I am behind; all the rage in Europe is a strawberry called ‘Meize Schindler’ and the European genetics labs are trying to unlock the secrets to its tremendous flavor. So, now the search is on for next year; I must get my hands on ‘Meize Schindler’ strawberries (and have yet to find a company that will ship them to me here in the states)!

Thank Yous All Around

Once again the Durango Herald gave Adobe House Farm wonderful exposure this week. In reading the first sentence, however, I was disappointed that a particular person who helped me get this far was not mentioned. I’m speaking of Eric Ryba, the neighbor down the street from the farm who designed and built the solar greenhouse this winter with me. Those tasty zucchinis, cucumbers, tomatoes, and chard are all from the greenhouse. Growing in Durango has been so different for me than growing in the mid atlantic and with out Eric’s greenhouse, I’m convinced it would have been a dismal year.

Thank you Eric for using so much of your free time your first year in Durango to design and build my dream greenhouse. Thank you Tobey for the use of your land and for all the work you do with out my asking.  Thank you CSA members for supporting me in my first growing season – when I most need it. Thank you to those who support the Farmer’s Market.  Thank you Werner for volunteering your time, expertise and your company. Thank you mom and dad for watching Raina on a daily basis and coming to market with me every week. Thank you Reid for putting together this beautiful website and for 4 weeks of labor in May. And finally, thank you Peter for sharing the dream (and doing all the jobs I don’t want to do)! YOU ALL have made this first year work and it is you who give me the strength to keep going.