Food and Drink

May 16, 2008

Photo Hunt Saturday--Candy

Looks like I took a hiatus this week. Totally unintentional. Youngest is cycling again; there have been four separate therapies this week for various combinations of family members, as well as a huge medication change. Luckily, the medication change seems to be working; I even tested his boundaries tonight by telling him something he did not like and did not want to hear, and he didn't come unglued... success, however temporary, is a beautiful thing with bipolar children.

Now, on to the Photo Hunt! This week's theme is:  Candy. I took this photo in July 2007 while visiting Portland, Oregon. This was one of the most amazing doughnuts I've ever put in my mouth. I'd read about this little local place called Voodoo Doughnut, which makes weird original doughnut flavors (like Pepto Bismol, or Nyquil doughnuts, neither of which are still available because they might taste like ass for some weird reason). This is a Grape Ape, which is a glazed doughnut with vanilla icing, grape Tang-like drink powder, and purple candy sprinkles; sounds absolutely disgusting freaking amazing, huh? I have no idea what possessed me to pick this over, say, the chocolate glazed one with peanut butter Cap'n Crunch cereal, but I'm glad I did. If I close my eyes and concentrate really hard, I can almost taste this little jewel again... mmmmmmm...

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May 05, 2008

A Tuesday Ten--Got Milk? Edition

Tongue_2 On Saturday, Hubby & I spent several hours at a local farm whose incredibly tasty products we recently fell in love with. I wrote about this yesterday. If you haven't read it yet, do it now. Really. It will make you all warm inside.

During our time there, I learned a lot of new information about dairy production, and I learned a lot of  information I thought I knew about dairy production. Here's what I learned, in no particular order. As you'll soon see, a lot of hot button issues really simply depend on the dairy and their individual practices.


1. Mechanical milking is not necessarily bad for cows. In reality, there is no way to physically express all the milk from a cow's udders by hand milking, nor can a single calf drink all the milk in her udders. A milking machine most efficiently expresses all the milk, reducing a cow's risk of developing mastitis. As Todd Moore (owner/operator of Lavon Farms, which supplies the milk for Lucky Layla Farms' delectable products) pointed out, his cows show up willingly in the mornings at the sound of his voice to be milked. If the machines hurt them, they wouldn't be such willing participants.

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2. Different cows satisfy different priorities. Just as different breeds of beef cattle produce different grades of meat, different breeds of dairy cattle serve different purposes. Moore's family farm has been raising Guernsey and Jersey cows since the 1930's. These breeds were chosen, Moore points out, because their milk is of exceptional quality, with high butter-fat and protein content, though the quantity is much less than other breeds. For example, Guernseys & Jerseys produce about five gallons of milk daily, whereas Holsteins produce at least twice that amount but of lower quality.

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3. Pasteurization is necessary, but somewhat evil. We tasted raw milk while we were at the farm, and it was absolutely delicious. Unfortunately, the law prohibits any farm that has a creamery from selling raw milk in addition to the finished, pasteurized products, due to possible cross-contamination. Pasteurization, unfortunately, kills a lot of luscious flavor in addition to the germs. If run in a clean, safe manner, dairies can produce raw milk that is as safe as pasteurized, but the law is designed, I'm guessing, to protect consumers from the farms who are operating for quantity of sales, not quality of conditions.

4. "Antibiotic-free" is a marketing ploy which ultimately means nothing. Having organic certification means that we are guaranteed that cows are not being given a steady stream of antibiotics to try to prevent infections, thus possibly increasing antibiotic resistance in humans. Sounds okay so far, right? However, it also means that a farmer cannot give a single round of antibiotics to a cow who has a non-transmissable, but still painful, infection like, say, mastitis. Additionally, milk is so highly regulated that farmers have to submit milk for testing on a regular basis; if any antibiotic is found, the milk isn't accepted. Antibiotics very rarely will ever make it into the food chain; you may as well buy "gasoline-free" milk. Knowing your dairy is very important, as is being able to ask them questions. If you can't find a local dairy, try Organic Valley. They are a sort of co-op situation that works with individual family farms. Horizon Organic may as well be a factory farm; they've been questioned numerous times for pushing the limits of technicalities for their organic certification.

5. The national average lifespan of a dairy cow is a pitiful three years. I wholly believe this is due to the stress of constant antibiotics and growth hormones given to increase productivity; sooner, rather than later, those cow's bodies wear out. Moore's cows live fully twice the national average, and this cow, named Sybil, who was getting ready for an appearance at Whole Foods, is ten years old. And due to calf in June. Happy cows apparently live longer lives. Imagine that.

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6. Calves weigh between 40-100 pounds at birth. I never, ever would have guessed this. Looking at these "adolescent" calves, at about 12 weeks old, I wouldn't guess their weight to be 200-400 pounds, either. Guernseys & Jerseys weigh in at adulthood between 1000-1300 pounds.

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7. Gestation for cows is nine months, the same as humans. Sometimes human intervention is required for calving, but most often cows handle delivery all on their own. Hubby, who is an anesthesiologist, and I found it quite amusing when Todd relayed that his wife, after giving birth the first time, came home and proclaimed that all the cows should be given epidurals when they labor.

8. Calves do not stay in the pasture with their mothers. The first surprise that greeted us as we drove up the driveway was the area where calves are kept. I wanted to be appalled; after all, the calves are kept tethered to their own individual "cow house" (my term) and the ground cover is large pea gravel, not grass. Upon inquiry, however, we learned that the babies are separated very early to prevent sickness. Just like sending a kid to daycare, if one baby, with a weaker immune system than adults, gets sick, it can spread like wildfire. After 10-12 weeks, the babies are moved to a pasture with other youngsters for a time before heading out with the big cows. The pea gravel was very clean, and the babies were well-fed and well-tended.

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9. Horns are removed almost immediately. While many claim it is barbaric, it really is for the safety of the cows. If there is ever a "disagreement," these cows will fight to the death to settle it, so horn removal is necessary if the cows are kept communally in a pasture.

10. Cows are very smart and each has its own distinct personality. Some of them were timid, some of them were curious, some were very loving, and others were simply indifferent. (This one, whom we nicknamed Bucksnort, would snort and hop around if Hubby quit petting on her.) But all of them, Moore insists, are very, very smart. Do not be fooled by the somewhat vacant expressions (I personally consider it "serene," not "vacant"); it's all an act.

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Lucky Layla. Lucky Me.

Very recently, during one of my regular trips to Whole Foods, Hubby and I noticed a display of drinkable yogurts, produced by Lucky Layla Farms, complete with a sign proclaiming them to be "Local!" Always happy to support Local! farmers, we picked up six yogurts in different flavors, even though the price was higher than your typical, more widely recognized (read: factory farm) labels. We figured that someone in the family would drink them, even if I wouldn't; I think yogurt tastes pretty gross (and the ickiness factor of the texture is off the charts). We didn't know how right we were.

Normally, when I buy yogurt (even those stupid "kid-flavored" devoid-of-anything-resembling-fruit Gogurt tubes), it languishes in the snack drawer of the fridge for two weeks before the last one is eaten. Our Lucky Layla yogurts were gone in 24 hours. That's one day, people! Even more impressive, I ate one of them... and I tasted everyone else's to test the different flavors... and I didn't barf or get goosebumps because it had a disgusting texture... in fact, I LOVED it!

We all fell in love with Layla that day, whoever she was (turns out she's a champion Guernsey). So much so, in fact, that during a subsequent trip to Whole Foods, we not only restocked on Local! drinkable yogurt, we also bought two types of Local! cheeses made by Lucky Layla Farms, neither of which we had any freaking idea how to use. We only knew that we loved Lucky Layla Farms, and they produced this cheese, and they were Local! so it was all good.

It was during one of these blissful yogurt drinking sessions that I started inspecting the labels of my Lucky Layla Local! yogurt. I couldn't find any indication about whether their cows were treated with Monsanto's (i.e. The Antichrist's) bovine growth hormone. I am disturbed by this additive, and I avoid drinking milk containing it; not enough data exists to fully know its long-term safety. Knowledge is power to me, and not knowing something means I feel quite panicky in certain situations. I need to know.

As such, I needed to know whether Lucky Layla was lucky enough to be rBGH-free. I emailed the two listed contacts on the website, to which I received a rather impressively prompt reply that, "YES!!!! Our cows are rGHB (BST) free. We are all natural from the calf to the cart. We graze our cows and do not use a confinement type operation." Joyous expressions on my part ensued. Then I read further in the email, from Todd Moore (who owns Lavon Farms, which produces the milk for Lucky Layla Farms, the actual creamery). It said, "Please feel free to stop by or e-mail with anymore questions." Oh, Todd, if you only knew; if you invite me, I will come to see a cow.

Through a series of emails with Mr. Moore, I asked if I could possibly, pretty-please come by the farm to take some photos and ask him a few questions. I would love to write about it on my small but clever blog. And so it happened that Hubby and I awoke at six freakin' thirty on a Saturday to make the trip to Lavon Farms.

I could barely contain myself driving up the driveway to the small store/office where I would meet Todd Moore, his wife Deeanna, and their boys. (I also met various parents, which is how a good farm should be. Everyone's a part of the good life.) Seeing cows grazing in a pasture, eating from troughs in a pasture, was heartening; this bucolic existence is too rare in the United States these days, and it is priceless.

During the next three hours, I learned a ton about cows and dairy production, including the politics and "greenwashing" practices of dairy production and the food supply in general. Moore was a great teacher, speaking frankly and patiently enduring all my questions. A lot of myths I, and probably half of America, had previously held were dispelled during that time. (In fact, those misconceptions will be the subject of tomorrow's Tuesday Ten list. It's about time for another one.) I had planned on our trip being something of an interview, which I would type up here, but the more we talked, the more it just became a conversation during which a lot of knowledge was passed (indeed, I grew very powerful).  We very much enjoyed talking with Moore and his family. (Todd, don't be surprised if we show up again soon. You have a new fan club.) Hubby and I left feeling that this was the best use of a Saturday morning we'd had in a good while. I also left with a renewed confidence in my decision to consume dairy products from ethically treated cows; in fact, some of the more rabid PETA activists could stand to learn a thing or two about ethical practices from these folks.

Come back tomorrow to learn Ten Things I Learned About Dairy Production.

April 17, 2008

You Learn Something New Every Day

While considering plants for our large outdoor pots, we were thinking sago palms in one set and replacement Rum Runner hibiscus in the others. Then we remembered Marshmallow's tendency to snack on everything she can get her teeth on (yesterday she ate cotton burr compost like it was cereal) and decided maybe(!) it would be a good idea to check toxicity of these plants for dogs.

A quick Internet search ruled out sago palm; even a small amount of this plant will cause swift renal failure in dogs. But hibiscus is a different story. There are conflicting reports. Some lists of poisonous plants have hibiscus included on them, some don't.  And so it was that I sat on the phone for fifteen minutes with the ASPCA Poison Control Center. Nevermind that we had already purchased the hibiscus online. According to the ASPCA vet I spoke with, the hibiscus will cause some pretty severe gastrointestinal upset, but it is not life-threatening to dogs. We decided to proceed with the planting and place some chicken wire around the plants until they no longer seem like a novelty to Destruct-o-Dog.

So, that's what I learned yesterday. That, and hard manual labor outside with only dogs for company is not nearly as much fun as with a friend, with, say, speech capabilities and opposable thumbs and an innate revulsion to caprophagia.

January 05, 2008

Photo Hunt Saturday--Delicious

I'm back and will post a more detailed post later, but first, today is Photo Hunt day.

This week's theme is: Delicious. Both of my photos are definitely tongue-in-cheek and are actually a series of photos; facial expressions are key in these (you can click on any of the photos and get a larger view). Each is of one of my kiddos trying a new and exotic food. (Disclaimer: The photo of Eldest was taken by another teen in her travel group to Europe, but I could not resist including it.)

The first photos are of Middle after trying escargot for the first time. He is the child who is most open to trying new foods. I took these photos at Epcot (in France, of course), in July 2005.
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This is Eldest this past summer in Belgium after trying "some gross fish." (I never figured out what that "gross fish" was, but it looked pretty tasty to me.) She promised me she would try a new food in each of the six countries she visited, and this was one of them. Her greatest culinary experience abroad was discovering, for the first time after 16 years on this planet, that she liked ketchup on her fries.

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December 19, 2007

In the Holiday Spirit(s)

Once upon a time, my husband & I would have never even thought about going to holiday parties. We're friendly people, you see, just not social people. This year we have/will attend three. Three different friends, three very different parties.

The first party we attended was a conservative affair, hosted by very conservative friends. Dressy, formal home, no babies/little kids, piano player, catered, a little wine & beer. Perfectly lovely. I even clean up pretty well & put on a good show of being civilized, and I never once goaded anyone into talking politics or religion. We love these friends (also our orthodontist... all three kids and hubby), and despite our huge differences of opinion regarding politics and religion, they've never made us feel uncomfortable when we talk about it. (We think maybe we are their only liberal friends, though.)

The second party we attended? Lots of boisterous adults, kids playing Guitar Hero, handmade (and bought) munchies, disco, and plenty of alcoholic cheer. No one thought twice about my letting Eldest have one drink even though she's underage (we're those "bad" parents who teach moderation and responsible use, not abstinence). I had waaaay too much alcohol (at last count, 8 Midori Sours, 3 Buttery Nipples, 2 vodka jello shots, and a glass of Muscato), and a lot of fun. The host, also a doctor, offered a thousand bucks to the first person to swim one pool length in their underwear. We are definitely not their only liberal friends.

The last gathering we'll attend (she would die before calling it a party) will be a Festivus celebration. In my friend's words, "when I care enough to do the very least." Complete with Festivus pole and food (and wine) from boxes, this party is always very laid-back and comfy. We can sit in the living room or in the floor & drink a glass of wine; we can dress up or dress down. It's all good. It won't be rowdy, and there will be plenty of intelligent conversations going on.

Here's to friends of all age, intelligence, religion, political affiliation, and sexual orientation. None of us would be who we are without them!

August 02, 2007

A Trippin' Ten List

It's been awhile since I've done a Tuesday Ten List (yes, I know it's now Thursday... our internet is acting fickle), and there's so much to share about my trip to Oregon, I decided to shove some of it all together. And so, here (in no particular order) are: Ten Terrific Things about the Trip.

1. Meeting my friend RedMolly (yes, I think of that as all one word, for some reason) in person for the first time. We had a splendid dinner at The Farm Cafe and then met up with her supercool sweetie & their boys for dessert. Here we are: Lcvredmolly
 








2. Staying with my friend Kelly, who is lucky enough to spend summers with this view out her front door:
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3. Voodoo Doughnut, in Portland. They have the weirdest, wildest doughnuts I have ever heard of. I had the Grape Ape (glazed with vanilla frosting, grape drink powder, and grape sprinkles) and a Maple Bacon Bar (glazed with maple frosting and two pieces of bacon). Despite all my gustatory reservations, they were quite tasty, and very interesting: 
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4. The Farm Cafe. Speaking of all things gustatory, this place is beyond measure. We started with a brie baked with honey and fresh berries, then fresh corn risotto with smoked bleu cheese.

5. Recreating above-mentioned baked brie with Kelly & eating it on the porch, watching the sun set (see photo from #2).

6. The Portland Rose Garden, where I snagged this photo, among others:
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7. The Portland Japanese Garden, where I could have stayed for hours and hours and hours and still be discovering beautiful niches I hadn't yet seen.
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8. Averaging 42mpg on my road trip home in my "deer" car PrDeercaru:









9. The Peace Fence in Ashland. I don't know how far it stretches (a looooooong way), but it involves hand-designed cloth panels expressing sentiments of peace for our planet. It is a lovely idea, and it transforms a plain chain-link fence into a beautiful piece of art.

10. Hanging out for an hour or so with three complete strangers in Ashland's Lithia Park. I asked if I could photograph them, they agreed, and soon we were all sitting around talking about all things environmental. Very refreshing, and it made me want to be an idealistic 20-something modern hippie child all over again.

July 08, 2007

Local Food Month

My fellow blogger, Crunchy Chicken, has done a fantastic job recently of encouraging her readers to join in on some things she has been undertaking: switching to the DivaCup, living Low-Impact for a week, and now, eating as locally as possible for a month. Since I've been elbow deep in local fruit for a couple of weeks now, I thought I'd put in my plug for eating locally.

So far this month, I have frozen blueberries and peaches (both hand-picked by moi); made jellies, jams, and preserves from same blueberries & peaches, not to mention blackberries (also hand-picked by my son & me) and local, organic plums (also picked by me... well, I picked 'em up at the local Green Market, anyway...); and made 4 dozen peach muffins (recipe compliments of Emeril, although I tweaked it a little...). I feel like I have not left my kitchen for more than a few hours of each day this month. But when we're able to have blueberry pancakes in the dead of winter, it will be worth it.

Our local eating also extends to our meat. I've talked before about my love/hate relationship with meat. We buy our meat from a local farm, where the animals are also slaughtered relatively locally, in as humane a way as possible. We still don't eat a ton of meat, but what we do consume, I'd rather it have a free-range, grass-fed, stress-free life before it dies. They have recently told me that they will not be raising pigs anymore, which is sad; I love bacon, but I refuse to eat factory-farmed pork 99.998% of the time.

I'm currently looking for locally made bread to supply our seemingly endless PB&J fetish in this family. I really don't know that I have the skills to make bread at home; any instructions or tips are welcome. (Although, I'm pretty sure that the flour isn't local in the "locally made" breads I will find.)

Living in a small red town in a big red state certainly makes finding local foods a bit of a challenge. But we're definitely trying, and I think that is what makes the most difference in the long run: thinking about where your food comes from, and taking into consideration the travel miles it endures before it hits your plate. If I can do it, you can do it! Even just changing one or two foods to local choices will make a difference. What local foods do you have at your disposal? I'd love to hear about them!

June 16, 2007

A Berry Good Saturday

Twelve-year-old son and I got up at 6:00 am today and headed to our local pick-your-own berry farm. (They are not certified organic, but in an email she sent out, she says we need to soak the berries for a couple of hours to get rid of bugs b/c they don't use pesticides! Yippee!) We picked about a gallon each of blackberries and blueberries. It was a perfect day for picking: overcast and temperate. Toward the end of our last gallon, the sky opened up and we got soaking wet. I figured, "If we're gonna get a little wet, we might as well get a lot wet," and so we continued to pick until we filled the bucket.

While at the Green Market, they had just gotten in a load of local organic (again, not certified, but in practice) red plums (and green beans... I've been waiting not-so-patiently for local organic green beans). Since hubby loves red plum jelly, and I'm planning to make jelly of the berries, I decided to add plum jelly to my list.

And so, now we soak the berries, and after a nap, we'll start making jelly. Beautiful batches of local, mostly-organic blackberry, blueberry, and red plum jelly (even the sugar and lemons are organic). I am so excited!

April 19, 2007

Flashback

I am on strike... from life in general. I need a break. And so, instead of a new post in which I have to utilize brain cells, I will share (read: copy & paste) a post from 2005 that was a favorite (of mine and others).

Sunday Muffins and other Hedonism

I smell Sunday Muffins... our family's Sunday ritual... streusel-topped, big-as-the-cat's-head, real-blueberry muffins... with BUTTER... (drool)

Am I going to Hell for my Sunday Muffins someday?  I don't know... and this is posing a big problem for me lately.  I've been wondering:  How can I encourage my children to embark on a spiritual quest to discover their own beliefs when I'm not even sure what MINE are, and WHY?  And so, I've been researching different religions and spiritual values. 

I started with Christianity, the religion of my childhood.  I have no problem believing in Creationism, and I don't necessarily believe that Science and Creationism are polar opposites, but can mesh with one another.  What I *AM* having problems with is figuring out why our divine Creator would set us up for failure by giving Adam and Eve Free Will.  If He's omnipotent, wouldn't He have known what they would choose before they chose it?  And what in Heaven's name does Free Will have to do with disease, suffering, and death of babies and children?  Why punish the Good, when there's enough Bad for him to play with for a LOOOOONG time?  If he wiped out Sodom & Gemorrah (sp?), why doesn't he wipe out Al Qaeda; does He really mean for us to believe that homosexuals are worse than monsters?  SIGH... I don't have the answers... and I'm really mad with God for now.

After buying a Pagan magazine & more or less reading through it, I'm more than pretty sure that I'm not Pagan... I don't buy the multiple deities thing, but I admire their peacefulness as opposed to Christianity's "eye for an eye" mentality.

Buddhism... much to my surprise, I discovered that it's not really a religion, but a set of values to embrace as taught by the Buddha... I love the concept of Mindfulness & Compassion by which they live.  I love their non-violence... I think I mesh well with Buddhism...

I haven't gotten to Hinduism yet, but, again, the whole multiple deity thing is a little hoky for me.

And so, today I will eat my Sunday Muffins with butter without fear of retribution from my Creator... I think...

(Thoughtful sharing is encouraged in the Comments; nasty snarkiness need not apply.)

Edited to add: I haven't been struck down for my Sunday breakfast indulgences. We have switched, however, from those sinful trans-fat-laden muffins to gingerbread pancakes; whether that has anything to do with it, I don't know.

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