You call this winter?

January 21, 1985 Knoxville’s temperature dropped to minus 24 degrees, the coldest in the lower 48 states. As a new transplant from southern Louisiana just the month prior I wondered what had motivated me to move to the frozen north (Tennessee). Then just this morning the temperature at 7 am was a balmy 57 degrees, twenty-seven degrees above the normal low for this time of year and a full eighty-one degrees above that historic low.

When not dwelling on the darker aspects and implications of temperature fluctuations my thoughts have been on gardening and pasture renovations. The flood of seed catalogs, the first arriving the week of Thanksgiving, have kept me entertained with grand fantasies of what might be accomplished if only there were a few more hours in the day.

I have my favorites. Some I love for the over the top descriptions: one praising turnips in the fall when “new winds blow into the fields”. Not quite sure what a “new wind” is exactly but I get the spirit of it.  Others are loved for their encyclopedic listings of every variety known. But my favorites are Sand Hill Preservation Center in Calamus, IA, Sow True Seed in Asheville, NC and Horizon Herbs in Williams, OR. These three are work-a-day catalogs with a minimum of the frou-frou dribble that seems to appeal to the …well, you know who you are.

The problem at this time of year, as I see it, is one of restraint, resisting the urge to plant just a little too early. Maybe a few sugar peas in a protected area and we might be blessed with an early crop? Thomas Jefferson held an annual contest among his neighbors. Whoever brought in the earliest crop of peas hosted a dinner for his other neighbors. Think about that for a moment. To succeed in being first in bringing a crop to the table and the reward was to gather and feed your neighbors, not the other way around. There is value in that story and practice.

While waiting and waiting impatiently we will weed and mulch the garlic and onions this weekend. Those two kitchen essentials will be ready to harvest in late June. In the meantime I can gather my seed collection about me and plan to plant in February, cabbage, lettuce, spinach, kale, mustard, peas, radishes and celery (which I have never grown before).

Later this month we can begin to reseed some of the pastures with a rye, clover and fescue mix. Using the tractor and a disc harrow I’ll lightly disc the fields and spread the seed where hopefully it finds purchase to give us a full crop of hay later in the year. Then there are the plans to sow buckwheat in the orchard for the bees. And there are more plans for, well, plans.

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Reading this weekend Twain’s “Life on the Mississippi” and “The Saucier’s Apprentice” by Raymond Sokolov a history and guide to the classic French sauces. Do I dare try and master the Sauce Grand Veneur (Master of the Royal Hunt Sauce) for the leg of venison for Saturday’s dinner?

A Winged Elm Farm Alphabet Book

“A” is for asparagus.

In a way starting an alphabet book in winter it is fitting to start with asparagus. Right now the asparagus patch is brown and seemingly empty of life. But “seemingly” is deceptive. The spears begin to show in late February. And it still remains a surprise to walk by the patch and spot that first spear, popped up like a mushroom after a rain. How did it get to be six inches tall without our noticing? Eating that first asparagus raw, still cool from the morning chill is one of those things on a farm that makes the labor have purpose. We harvest them daily for about 10 weeks.

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Reading this weekend Jared Diamond’s new release, The World Until Yesterday: what can we learn from traditional societies.

Christmas Eve

The old man who works our dump has a wreath on his work shed and four cars parked at his door. As I unload my garbage the visitors begin to spill out his door calling back over their shoulders a “Merry Christmas” to the man they had all come to see.

In the pasture across the road from the dump are twenty ewes grazing in as pretty a scene as you could paint. Heading back down the road I pull up to a stop sign at the former Galyon’s General Store. I glance over at the parking lot. Two men straight out of central casting, clothed in overalls and with beards down to the waist, stand behind sawhorse tables laden with citrus for sale. It is Christmas time in Paint Rock.

From Paint Rock to Cedar Fork: it is a hardscrabble valley we share. Most homes are a modest eight hundred to twelve hundred square feet. A few of our neighbors have clearly spent their ‘holiday” money at Wal-Mart on inflatable snowmen. More homes are simply decorated with wreaths and a few lights. All have a steady plume of smoke coming out of the chimney. The homes of the older residents all seem to have an extra car or two. Family brought home for the season.

A few visits around the valley to share some of our farm’s bounty and then it is time for a last minute visit to the Farmer’s co-op. Santa rocks gently in one of the rockers for sale up front. It is a downtime for him as he waits for another kid to show up, so he busily texts on his Blackberry. I crack to the clerk that I see no reindeer. He replies, “This Santa arrived in an old Dodge truck”.

Christmas Eve and all is ready. Cindy is home with her family and returns tomorrow on Christmas Day. A final visit later today with Mr. Kyle and a shared glass of Mayfield’s finest. Then perhaps Adrienne will walk up the hill with her bottle of warm gluhwein to toast the evening and an hour or two of conversation before she heads back down to her family.

Midnight, I’ll stroll out to the cattle in the barn to see if they kneel and speak, before turning into my bed.

Merry Christmas!

Greens and Sweet Potato Soup

Greens and Sweet Potato Soup
Borrowed from some cookbook…can’t recall which (maybe from the Splendid Table?). But a great use for sweet potatoes and whatever greens you have fresh from the garden: A favorite of ours in the winter months.

Ingredients
• 2+ Tbs olive oil
• 1 large onion, chopped
• Sea or kosher salt
• 2 large leeks, white and light green only, washed thoroughly, trimmed, and chopped coarsely
• 1 large sweet potato, peeled and diced
• 1 small white potato, diced
• 2-2 1/2 C vegetable or chicken broth
• 2 C water
• 12 oz. (2 large bowls) kale or other greens, cut in 1-inch strips or chopped coarsely
• 4 green onions, sliced (if you have them)
• 2/3 C fresh cilantro, chopped
• Fresh ground black pepper
• 1 Tbs cumin seed or several shakes of powdered cumin
• 2 Tbs lemon juice
• Pinch or a few shakes of hot pepper
• Garnish: olive oil
• Optional garnish: crumbled feta or other cheese

Instructions
Heat olive oil and start sautéing onions, with a sprinkle of salt. When they are translucent and soft, add leeks. Cook, stirring often, until all vegetables are golden, about 20 minutes.
Combine sweet potatoes and greens in a pot with broth and water and salt. Bring to a boil, then simmer for about 15 minutes.
Add leeks, onions, green onions, cilantro, and lots of black pepper. Simmer about 10 more minutes.
Add cumin and lemon juice, and taste. Add more salt, black pepper or lemon juice as needed. Finish with hot pepper.

Ladle into bowls, garnishing with olive oil and cheese.

Hogs, uncouth relatives and nannies

It starts with the clang and rattle of a lid being removed from the feed barrel. A deep belch like rumble, like that of an uncouth relative rolls from the woods, answered by other noises, all gastric in tone. The hogs have awakened. From various locations in the woods, for they all seem to have their own special sleeping spaces, the sounds grow in volume and slowly converge near the gate. I’m still a couple of hundred yards away and unseen. But they know I’m there and impatiently wait until I round the corner swinging a five gallon bucket of feed in one hand.

The feed bucket contains the contents of 10 cans of food purloined from the picked over debris of Donald’s belongings. After we bought his old house we spent a day hauling the bits and clutter from his life to the dump. But the canned food, a few hundred cans worth, well that was worth saving. So each day for the past month I open and heat about ten cans of creamed corn, sauerkraut, carrots, black beans, northern beans, mustard greens, spinach, sweet potatoes, add about five pounds of shelled and cracked corn and slop into the trough, turning deep belches of hunger into grunts of contentment.

Simon Fairlie in his essential work Meat: a benign extravagance
has an interesting chapter titled “The plight of the pig in the nanny state” dealing with food waste due to excessive interference by an over protective bureaucracy. He touches on how a complex system of food waste collection from homes and businesses in Germany and Austria fed six million hogs a year. That is until forced to stop this practice by the E.U. in 2006 and move their production to commodity grains. The ostensible reason was the danger of feeding tainted swill to hogs that could pass on pathogens to humans. The reality was that their system produced statistically zero cases. Provided one follows basic food safety controls feeding slops to hogs is safe, useful and makes sense and has fed pigs for tens of thousands of years.

Instead the E.U. has moved to an expensive system of feeding an omnivore exclusively on grains: grains that could be used to feed people. Hogs have always been the companions of humans living off their excess waste. The timidity of the E.U. certainly had no impact on the third world. Predictably hog production in Europe has declined even as pork consumption has remained steady. China and other countries with less strict controls and perhaps scruples over food safety have filled that void. Shipping pork at a lower price for thousands of miles in container ships to a consumer that had a perfectly sound system of low cost production at hand…now, that makes perfect sense!

In a world of population overshoot, waste of food products seems senseless. Yet every day one hears or reads about the struggle of landfills in the modern world to deal with food waste. Some ingenious people come up with overly complex methods to turn it into compost, methane farms, etc. with high tech and high energy inputs. But the simple low cost method of feeding pigs that feed us is abandoned, except by the small farmer, in favor of subsidized grain production.

The age old “A pig is health” or “a pig pays the rent” are simple testaments to the enduring relationship between hogs and food security for thousands of years of human history. Sometimes a wheel does not need to be reinvented.

Speaking of wheels, the sun is starting to rise and soon our “uncouth relative” will be demanding attention out in the woods.