Summer of Local Foods

 

What does “Local” mean to you?

This winter, myself and a small group of self-proclaimed local food enthusiasts posed the question “What is Local?” to everyone we could get a hold of – neighbors, friends, business owners, small farmers, large farmers, gardeners…

Results were varied, to say the least. Although people overwhelmingly believed that local should mean grown in their community – the definition of community could mean their hometown; a certain mile radius; a portion of the country; or simply grown in the USA.

As I’ve mentioned before, living in downtown Minneapolis put me within walking distance of a handful of farmers’ markets.  These markets are as much of a social gathering as they are a means to stock up on items for the week ahead.

This summer I’ve made a commitment to drive the hour every Saturday to our local farmers market and hopping on board a #SummerOfLocalFoods

I find myself getting to know the handful of vendors that are so passionate about what they grow and raise; and in turn they get me to try new foods (pea shoots, kohlrabi… to name a few).

Now, is farmers’ market food more expensive? Maybe.  Depends if you’re talking about the actual money you dish out or the expense on our environment to get much of the produce you see in the supermarkets.  See what I did there?

Yes, an onion for $2 seems steep, but how often do you buy a bag of onions where half of them go bad before you get to them?

Or, when was the last time you’ve actually TASTED a carrot.  Not just a crisp, orange log that vaguely tastes like nutritious soil [clearly I’m not a big fan of the carrots I grew up with…] but a REAL carrot. Take it from me, more times than not if you try a farmers’ market variety you’ll discover that you may actually LIKE a vegetable you’ve previously written off.

These carrots were so pretty I actually put one bunch in a glass vase and displayed it on my counter for a day or two! (From Springerridge)

I find myself being more resourceful when not confronted with 10+ aisles of food and freezer-ready meals.  I find that I spend less time and money at the grocery store.

After all, in one day I was able to purchase from each of these food groups:

+ Baked Goods. Bleu Cheese & Bacon Loaf; Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies
+ Meat.  Canadian Bacon; Soup Bones (for the pup!)
+ Veggies. Onions, Green Beans, Pea Shoots, Carrots & Scallions.
+ Herbs. Rosemary & Basil
+ Dairy. Tomato Basil Cheese

The farmers’ market trips are a start, and I’m proud of the movement in Pierre to get more local foods in peoples’ homes, grocers and restaurants.

One small step, right?  I dig it.

* Looking for the deets on the Pierre area farmers markets? Take a look at Country Farmers Market & Capitol City Farmers Market

** Check out the results of our foods study here!

*** Follow our Dakota Rural Action chapter “Greater Oahe Action League” on Facebook!

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A lunchtime collection from my backyard garden!

 

 

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There were only a few clouds standing out against the bright blue spring sky; the wind was blowing steadily as a welcome relief to the hot, relentless sun; it was a perfect day for branding cattle.

Now, that’s my opinion as a bystander. I’m sure the workers in full-length clothing beg to differ.

It was my first time joining my husband and his family to brand our cattle. A few weeks prior, the heifers’ calves were branded and immediately followed by a nut fry. Although not wanting to miss out on some fresh Rocky Mountain Oysters, I was already committed to work at the steak house. Dang.

This cattle branding was the big one – some 500 calves were ready to bear the CC- brand.

The day of, I was able to squeeze a few hours of work in while a crew of family, friends, dogs and horses worked the cattle moving them to the branding pasture and separating the calves from the cows. At this point, each calf had a colored ear tag that signifies ownership and a number that links it to a cow and shows the year it was born.

I was able to hitch a ride with my husband’s aunt, who was in charge of the big dinner* we were serving the herds of hungry men, boys and some seriously talented women.  No stranger to the hunger that accompanies a branding, we loaded her pickup with roasters full of baked steak, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and a big ole container of lemonade, and we were off.

(*Remember that here, Dinner = Lunch)

Winding our way up, down, and through the pasture to the corrals, we caught up with, then followed, those on horseback directing cattle through the gates.

Upon arrival, I quickly learned that branding day is about more than just the burning that big CC- brand into the side of the calves (a process I still wasn’t sure about up until this point…). The cows are guided through corrals where they received treatments and shots to ensure their continued health.

After the cows were taken care of, it was time to chow down. And no, the irony of serving steak at a cattle branding did not pass by me 🙂

Branding took place in teams: ropers, holders, branders, medicators, castrators, and kids to carry those little testes away.

Ropers on horseback roped a calf, dragging it out of the corral to the branding area.

Holders, one at the head and one at the rear, held the calf down on its side.

Branders made trips between the heaters holding hot branding irons to each calf.

Medicators gave the necessary rounds of shots to each calf, and also sprayed the incision that is part of the next process…

Castrators were tasked with emasculating the male calves, and handing the set of balls over to the kids who carried them to an ice bucket, that ironically was purple and featured a princess on the front of it.

 

Then there were obviously the bystanders (me) watching this process for two or more hours. I busied myself with taking photos, running waters (beer) around, and making sure the kiddos had a good view to watch the process.

The calves were later turned back to pasture. Acting like nothing had changed, but now sporting their fancy cattle brand signifying that they were officially part of the herd.

It was a full, sunny, hot, busy day. Enjoying a margarita was the perfect way to take it all in.

A Life Full of Lemons

Usually, the saying starts off with “When life gives you lemons…” but my supper inspiration actually starts off “When your neighbor’s dog craps in your yard…”

As much as I’d love a fenced, private back yard, looking out and seeing the empty lot behind us makes our yard seem that much larger.  Plus, it’s Vinny’s Frisbee course – so fencing is out of the question.

Without a fence, the neighborhood dogs (two large black labs and two small fat corgis to be specific) regularly come over to mark their territory over Vinny’s extensive marking.  Now that I’m trying my darnedest at gardening, I’m outside more and privy to witnessing the leg-lifting party that goes on when their owners aren’t looking.

But this day, the owner was outside. And his dog crapped in my yard.

So to apologize he gave me a bag of fresh-caught fish from the good’ole Missouri River. So what did I do?  Turned a “crappy” situation into grilled crappies over lemon noodles.

*pause for laughter*

I’ll be here all week, folks.


In all seriousness, I’m not the biggest fan of lemon.  Limes, yes. Lemons, not so much.  But I had two at the end of their life in my fridge, and a bunch of parsley starting to wilt.  Plus summertime calls for a bright, sunny interpretation for this fish.

I laid the fish out on paper towels to dry off while I boiled noodles to al dente and drained them.  In the meantime, I heated butter (the REAL stuff, people) in a cast iron skillet with minced garlic and fresh spinach.  After it cooked down for a few minutes, I tossed the pasta into the skillet and added the lemon and chopped parsley.

 

The fish I arranged over lemon slices in a grill basket, and topped it with tin foil.  I wanted to pseudo-steam, and the lemon helped so the fish didn’t fall through the grate, while imparting their flavor during the grilling process.  Hubby took it from here and manned his station at the grill.

 

One last toss of the noodles with some freshly-grated Parmesan and black pepper and it was ready to go!

I loved this dish even more because of the challenge of using up the forgotten ingredients in my fridge. I equally loved that the fish traveled no more than 15 miles from its watery home to my plate.  Oh and I didn’t have to clean it 😉

Summer is here. Bright, sunny, and deliciously so.

flash forward

Flash forward a year from the last post. Yes, a  year. Actually a year and 10 days if you want to be exact.  A lot can happen in that amount of time, and I think we covered all our bases, like:

graduating my Farm Beginnings classes…

celebrating bachelor(ette) parties & bridal showers…

becoming a golfer…

finding and losing out on 3 potential houses…

then becoming the proud owners of a 1960s house in town…

boasting a plentiful tomato harvest (tomato game STRONG this year)

oh, and getting married. 

And that is just to name a few!  So now you see why I didn’t have a single minute to update with posts, pictures and stories.  Obviously, the  highlight was our Saint Paul wedding in August.  A years’ worth of planning, big decisions, little decisions, taste testing, vendor meetings, follow up vendor meetings, last-minute panic meetings, emails, letters, invitations, thank-yous…

I really was worn out from typing.

But this is it! We are now living the American Dream in the American Heartland. We have bills and budgets, jobs and schedules, and each other. It’s perfect.

The point of this blog was to articulate the stark differences from my life before I moved to South Dakota.  There are plenty, as I’ve mentioned previously.  The long car rides to get almost anywhere have become a time where I can catch up on my reading (audio books rule, in case you had doubts).  Late nights working mean I get to look up and see infinite stars.  Putting distance between me and my Target means… well it means more online shopping 🙂

I’ve dug in. And I like it. I really, really like it.

 

 

… Is anybody out there?

(Drumroll please…)

Here it is – the first post!

I’m officially a South Dakotan!

I’ve settled in to the family cabin nestled along the Missouri River – a part known as Lake Oahe.  Although surrounded on either side by other cabins, a resort and campgrounds, the river is in front of me and corn fields (at least this season) are behind me.  Vincent is absolutely loving our morning “runs” which end up as more of glorified hiking/exploration trips.

Panoramic - River Vinny Fields

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Additionally, Tuesday marked the first official harvest from my garden!  Unfortunately, I missed the boat with my broccoli and kale, which passed their prime and are being devoured by various garden insects.  Not to be discouraged – it is my first garden after all – I still have promising zucchini, pumpkin, eggplant, sweet corn, popcorn, string beans, snap peas, tomatoes, and pepper plants! Below is a gallery of my Garden so far:

I’m excited with what the future holds for us.  After all, South Dakota is the land of “Great Faces, Great Places,” and so far, it is fulfilling that promise.

And with that, I’ll sign off for now.  What’s for dinner (aka “Lunch”) today? Zucchini Spaghetti with meatballs. Recipe and photos to follow!