Hull-Less Pumpkin Seeds

October 18, 2014 · 2 comments

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Oh, this poor, neglected blog of mine. I was really truly convinced that when my kids started school in September, I was going to spend at least an hour a day working on stories for this space, but alas, that obviously hasn’t happened. Don’t worry, though, I’m not gone for good. I have a good handful (a couple handfuls?) of post ideas/photographs that will get published eventually. I guess I would just say that you can expect me to be a little less prolific for a while. Sorry ’bout that.

But anyway…pumpkin seeds! Gotta love ‘em, right? Back in the spring, I talked my mom into growing two different varieties of hull-less seed pumpkins, and now that they’ve been harvested, I want to give you the report.

Hull-less seed pumpkins produce seeds that aren’t encased in a fibrous covering. That makes them quite a bit more palatable and digestible than your average roasted jack-o-lantern seeds that really give your jaw a workout if you try to gnaw through a handful. The two varieties we tried out were ‘Kakai‘ from Johnny’s Selected Seeds and ‘Beppo‘ from Territorial Seed Company. (Henry also grew a few ‘Styrian‘ pumpkins from Turtle Tree Biodynamic Seed Initiative.) Unfortunately, the two specimens got all mixed up, and we couldn’t tell them apart from the outside. Both are, however, highly attractive in a gnarly ‘decorative gourd season‘ kind of way.

Like most pumpkins, these seed varieties were pretty low maintenance over the summer, and as the rest of the jack-o-lanterns and other winter squashes fully colored up and hardened off in the fall, these, too, were ready to harvest. My mom can’t remember exactly how many plants she put in the ground, but the end result was about 30 mostly good-sized fruits.

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We cut into a few right away, but a couple days ago, my mom decided that she wanted them gone, so we hacked up the whole lot with an ax and squished through pumpkin innards for a couple hours.

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Each pumpkin produced 1/2 to 1 1/2 cups of slimy green seeds. There was a distinct difference in seed character between the two varieties. We *think* it’s the ‘Kakai’ seeds that are a bit larger and darker while the ‘Beppo’ seeds are more sage green and a little less plump. Overall, we collected about two gallons of seeds.

Some of (what we think are) the ‘Kakai’ seeds had already started to sprout inside the pumpkin, so we probably should have harvested them right away instead of letting them sit around for a couple weeks.

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Mom roasted a huge pan of seeds coated in olive oil and salt, and we’ve all been munching on them constantly for the last 48 hours. I think my little 2 1/2-year-old niece loves them the most, though I’ve heard rumor that her mother has been hoarding their stash for herself.

The seeds that didn’t get roasted right away went into the food dehydrator overnight to extend their shelf life for winter snacking.

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The flesh of the seed pumpkins is supposedly pretty stringy and not particularly tasty, so we composted some and gave the rest to our chickens to peck at.

Growing seed pumpkins is a fun, worthwhile activity for a home gardener to do on a small scale, but I once saw “local” pumpkin seeds for sale at a natural food store in Corvallis at $12/pound, and that seemed kinda crazy. Yes, there’s a lot of work involved to justify that price, but I think I’d rather grow my own (or have my mom grow them for me).

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Oregon hazelnut harvest // Wayward Spark

Mid-September marks the start of hazelnut harvest season in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. Turkish farmers grow a large majority of the world’s hazelnut crop, but Oregon hazelnut growers produce five to seven percent of the world total, making this area a significant player on an international scale. Because of some losses from freezing temperatures in Turkey among other factors, the price of hazelnuts is at a record high this year, and the yield for many Oregon hazelnut farmers looks promising. If you drive through the Willamette Valley, you’ll notice a number of fledgling hazelnut orchards planted in the last few years by farmers meeting an increasing demand for US-grown hazelnuts.

Ron Hathaway’s father planted his first hazelnut orchard on Kiger Island in Corvallis, Oregon over fifty years ago, and the operation has been expanding ever since. Now Ron and his son Mike manage several orchards spread across Kiger Island including that first one that’s still in production. In addition to farming hazelnuts, Ron and Mike also grow grass seed and other seed crops (including clary sage seen in this archived post). The Hathaways have planted several different varieties of hazelnuts including ‘Ennis’ (see in the photo above), ‘Jefferson’, ‘Barcelona’, and ‘Yamhill’.

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Over the summer, hazelnut orchards are groomed and raked several times to make sure the soil is completely flat so that the nuts can be swept and harvested efficiently and completely. Growers also clear out dead branches and other debris that has collected on the orchard floor.

Hazelnut trees naturally drop their nuts in September or early October (depending on the variety). Ron and Mike Hathaway harvest each of their orchards at least twice so that all the nuts get collected but none remain on the ground for too long, potentially getting wet and dirty.

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Each nut is encased in a husk that will eventually release the nut as it dries out.

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The trees in this orchard are about 12 years old.

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Several different pieces of equipment are used during hazelnut harvest: a sweeper, a harvester, a tractor, and a forklift. The sweeper and harvester are specially designed machines manufactured in California that are used exclusively for harvesting hazelnuts. In the past, hazelnut growers have experimented with using almond harvesting equipment, but they’ve found machines designed for almonds are not effective for harvesting hazelnuts.

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First the sweeper (driven by Mike Hathaway) makes two passes down each aisle, blowing all the fallen nuts, husks, leaves, and debris into a windrow in the center of the aisle.

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Next, Ron Hathaway brings in the harvester pulled by a tractor. The harvester sweeps up everything in the windrow, and then fans blow the debris out, ejecting it from the machine before the nuts move up a conveyor belt into a hopper. Each step in the process is extraordinary dusty.

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When the hopper is full, Mike brings over a wooden bin on the forklift. There’s a lever on the back of the hopper that, when pressed by a bin, will activate a conveyor belt that empties out the hopper into the tote.

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At this point, the nuts are fairly clean, but some husks and leaves remain mixed in.

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Ron and Mike together can harvest about 10 acres of hazelnuts per day. They prefer not to work in the orchards when it’s raining hard, but a little drizzle is actually nice for suppressing the dust. If the nuts get too muddy, however, it can be difficult for the processor to clean them sufficiently.

Mike will haul each semi-load of hazelnuts to a buyer in Independence where they’ll be washed, dried, and shipped all over the world.

Thanks so much to Ron and Mike Hathaway for allowing me to photograph their harvesting process!

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Camping at Scott Lake

September 17, 2014 · 5 comments

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Ahh…We sure have been enjoying this bit of indian summer to its fullest. Aside from being freaked out about fires in this ultra-dry weather, our days have been long and full (of school among other things). This past weekend, Henry’s parents organized a quick camping trip to Scott Lake in the Cascades, and although Henry and I both left a hundred half-finished projects behind, I’m so glad we went.

The Scott Lake campground sits in the shadow of the North and Middle Sisters (of the Three Sisters mountains), and our campsites probably had the best views in the whole area. The lake itself is pretty shallow (especially this year) and relatively warm, perfect for person-powered boating and swimming. Henry’s dad is a major boat enthusiast, so he brought his canoe and an inflatable raft.

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This was our kids’ first experience camping “in the wild” (as opposed to the backyard), so they were bursting with excitement for days ahead of the trip. The two of them slept in their own tent without incident.

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Henry’s parents go camping fairly often, so they have a full camp kitchen setup ready to go at a moment’s notice. In some ways, our campsite was probably better equipped than our own home, and we had anything we could possibly want. It helped that we could park nearby, and Henry’s parents hauled everything in easily with the assistance of their canoe cart. We contributed some of the food, and every meal was delicious.

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In the mornings, there was bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, coffee, orange juice, and more. One dinner, Henry’s stepmom made foil packets of burger, carrots, potatoes, and cabbage with campfire baked biscuits (and s’mores) for dessert. The other, Henry and I prepared burritos with beans, salsa, sour cream, cabbage, cheese, and sautéed peppers and onions. Lunches were kind of a free for all, but no one went hungry, for sure.

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I was really kind of amazed by how long a day could be without any distractions or commitments to work or home life. There was plenty of time for reading, boating, hiking, AND sitting by the campfire, swapping stories.

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The campground had the cutest privies.

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Henry’s stepmom and I took a quick hike over to mostly-dried-up Hand Lake. The sights of alpine forests, dry lakebed, nearly barren lava flows, and tall mountains in the distance were quite impressive.

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The shelter near Hand Lake has been there for nearly a century.

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My kids had never been canoeing before, but that didn’t stop them from jumping into the boat almost as soon as we arrived and heading out for multiple pajama-clad morning paddles. By the end of the weekend, Levi was really getting his stroke technique down, and he even took the canoe out on his own for a while (though he needed a little help getting back to shore).

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If you want to camp at Scott Lake there are a few things you should know:

The mosquitos can be pretty terrible in July, but when we were there, they didn’t bother us at all.

From what we’ve heard, the campground is mostly empty during the week but is often full during weekends. (Henry’s parents staked our claim on Thursday afternoon, which was probably a good thing because there weren’t any sites available the rest of the weekend.)

There’s no potable water, so you’re gonna have to bring your own.

You can’t park directly next to campsites, so be prepared to pack in your gear a short ways.

Keep all your food in closed containers, especially overnight, because the camp robbers (gray jays) are pretty fearless and always hungry.

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5 Years Old

August 30, 2014 · 4 comments

Charlotte turns 5 // Wayward Spark

Charlotte turned five yesterday. We celebrated the occasion with an afternoon at the coast. First we had delicious sandwiches and pizza at Panini in Nye Beach (quite possibly the best restaurant in Newport unless you’re desperate to eat seafood). Then we surprised her with a trip to the Newport Candy Shoppe where we gave her two dollars and told her she could buy anything she wanted. She has a major sweet tooth, but we’re usually pretty strict about limiting sweets and almost never let our kids eat candy, so this was a major thing. Charlotte’s eyes about popped out of her head as she ogled all the taffy, Jelly Beans, gummy candies, and suckers. She was in heaven.

At the beach, there was fun with bull kelp and lots of splashing in the very cold surf. At the end of the day, we threw two filthy kids in the bathtub and sent them off to bed exhausted.

Charlotte will start full-day kindergarten on Tuesday, so basically my baby isn’t a baby anymore. She even learned to ride a two-wheel bike without assistance a couple weeks ago. She still loves dirt, cuddling, bugs, princesses, picture books, sugary things, purple things, all fruits and vegetables, our cat, her brother, silly jokes that have been told a hundred times, water activities, and staying up way past her bedtime. At her checkup the other day, the doctor told us that she’s still in the 25th percentile for height and weight, but even though she’s small, the girl has grit. And we still love her to pieces.

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salted brown sugar peach jam and pints of canned peaches // Wayward Spark

A very peach-intensive week and a half in mid-August started with 20 pounds from (locally famous) The Peach Place and then there were another 28 pounds from a farm stand on Lingo Lane near Junction City. A few days later, I picked about 25 pounds or so off my in laws’ trees. During peach season, my family can put a lot of fresh fruit away in a hurry, which is a good thing because tree-ripened peaches won’t ever keep very long. Charlotte would probably each peaches exclusively for days if we’d let her.

Aside from stuffing our faces and dripping peach juice all over everything, I froze a good majority of our haul. My peach freezing method: peel (blanching if necessary), slice, splash with lemon juice, stir, spoon into Ziploc bags, label, and then freeze. If you do it this way, they will brown a bit but not too badly, and you’ll need to thaw them for a while when you want to use them unless you can handle a big ol’ clump of frozen peach.

I also canned a few pints (a new canning activity for me) using Penn State Extension’s method.

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What I really want to tell you about is the Salted Peach Jam recipe from Marisa McClellan‘s newish cookbook Preserving by the Pint. I told y’all about Preserving by the Pint (and Marisa’s Mustardy Rhubarb Chutney recipe) in the spring, but after that, I kind of set the book aside and didn’t crack it open again until I had a load of peaches on my hands and needed a good peach preserve STAT. Flipping through the “Summer” chapter had me lusting over a whole bunch of different recipes, but I honed in on the Salted Brown Sugar Peach Jam rather quickly. This stuff is pretty much manna from above, and I’m sure it’ll help me relive this beautifully hot summer jar by jar over the winter months. My new favorite morning meal (inspired by something I had at The Mill in San Francisco in July) is sliced good bread (sometimes homemade), homemade almond butter (made from almonds that Henry traded for honey with his Californian almond-grower buddies), and this salted peach jam. The stuff is also great over ice cream.

My peach jam came out a little on the runny side, but that’s the way I like it.

I also put up a batch of spicy peach barbecue sauce using another recipe from Preserving by the Pint, and it is outstanding. Just do yourself a favor and buy the book. You won’t regret it.

Salted Brown Sugar Peach Jam

from Preserving by the Pint by Marisa McClellan 

~2 pounds peaches
1 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 teaspoon finely milled salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
juice of half a lemon
 

Peel and pit peaches, blanching if necessary. In a bowl, mash them up with a potato masher until they make a chunky pulp. Stir in the sugar, and let the mixture sit for a few minutes until most of the sugar is dissolved.

Transfer the sugared fruit and all the other ingredients into a non-reactive pot, and place it over medium-high heat. Bring it to a boil and then turn it down to simmer until it’s thick, 10-12 minutes, stirring regularly.

Jar it up in sterilized jars. Wipe the rims, screw on the lids until “finger tight”, and then process in a boiling water bath for 10 minutes.

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harvesting and processing wild staghorn sumac // Wayward Spark

Over the winter, I blended up a batch of za’atar (this recipe from 101 Cookbooks) for the first time, and both Henry and I loved it. The bright, lemony flavor of sumac is a perfect match for the earthy, herby flavor of dried thyme. We sprinkled the heck out of everything with it: eggs, buttered naan, bean-grain salads, etc.. When I saw that the recipe called for sumac, I simply went to the local health food store and bought a little baggie.

I’ve always know in the back of my head that the patch of spindly trees with resinous, fuzzy stems in front of my parents’ house was sumac, but I literally never thought about it or gave it a second glance in 31 years with the exception of noticing its flaming foliage in the fall. That’s why I was completely caught off guard a couple weeks ago when Henry casually asked if that sumac was ready to harvest. I had never connected the trees with the reddish, powdery stuff I bought at the store. The day Henry brought it up, however, I did a little googling and taste testing and realized that indeed the fruit from my parents’ trees was not only edible but delicious.

The trees in my parents’ yard are staghorn sumac, Rhus typhina, not to be confused with poison sumac, a rare shrub that grows in wet, boggy areas and produces white berries. In the summer, staghorn sumac trees have mature, showing, conical fruit clusters that are bright red to red-brown in color. If you want to harvest sumac, it’s best to do it sooner rather than later because heavy rains can wash out the flavor potency out of the fruits.

Tama Matsuaka Wong has a good write up of how to harvest and process sumac here, and since I had no idea what I was doing, I mostly followed her advice. 

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First I got up on a ladder and clipped a bunch of sumac cones, avoiding ones that were already brown and funky looking. The branches of the trees and the cones of staghorn sumac are both sticky to the touch, and if you lick your fingers after squeezing the fruit, you’ll get an über lemony shock to the tongue.

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The flavorful part of the sumac fruit is the hairy covering on the seeds.

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Whole sumac cones can be used fresh in a refreshing beverage referred to as “sumacade“, but I was more interested in processing the fruits for spice, so I broke up the clusters and put them on trays in a food dehydrator for about 48 hours until the individual drupes were no longer very sticky and were easy to pick off the little stems.

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I spent a meditative hour or so cleaning my stash of stems. I’m not sure this step was totally necessary, but I did it anyway. Then i processed small batches of the drupes in a blender(Did I ever tell y’all I got a blender?), checking their progress often, until many of the seeds were bald but not too many of them were crushed. (I don’t think a food processor would be the right tool for this job because it would likely just pulverize the seeds instead of separating the fruit from the seeds.)

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After that, Henry’s awesome aunt who was visiting stirred and pressed the sumac business in a NOT-superfine mesh strainer.

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My resulting sumac spice does not really look like the pure red powdery stuff from the store. It does include crushed bits of seed, but I don’t mind because it tastes just like the stuff from the store, and the added debris doesn’t add too much unpleasant texture to the spice. harvesting and processing wild staghorn sumac // Wayward Sparkharvesting and processing wild staghorn sumac // Wayward Sparkharvesting and processing wild staghorn sumac // Wayward SparkBecause I didn’t struggle forever to clean the seeds of every speck of fruit, I decided to save them and the adhering sumac bits for a couple batches of sumacade. I’ll probably have to use a high sumac-to-water ratio because a good amount of the flavoring has been removed, but that doesn’t really matter if I’m just using up a byproduct of my spice-harvesting experiment.

So, have any of you tried this before? Are there any great sumac-centric recipes that I must try? If so, please share your experiences and/or suggestions!

 

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Some Things

August 8, 2014 · 4 comments

Radke's Blueberries in Corvallis, OR // Wayward SparkLately I’ve been…

Cooking: 

Tartine’s Salted Chocolate Rye Cookies from Apt. 2B Baking Co.

Plum Upside Down Cake with Rosemary Caramel from Sweet Paul

Heavy Duty Granola from David Lebovitz

Classic Dill Pickles from the Wayward Spark archive

South Indian Dal from Leela Cyd on A Cup of Jo

Tomato Jam from Food in Jars

Wishing I were eating:

Apricot Pistachio Squares from Smitten Kitchen

Lemongrass Miso Soup from 101 Cookbooks

Spiced Plum Bars from 5 Second Rule

Green Goddess Sandwiches from The Bojon Gourmet

Parmesan Rosemary Biscotti from My Name is Yeh

Drinking:

lots of water (My aunt in San Francisco made fun of me when I turned down all her beverage offerings in favor of water. I really do love water, but because I’m a weirdo, I prefer it cold without ice.)

Wishing I were drinking:

all the cocktails on the new-to-me blog cider & rye

Running:

102 miles in July and 33 miles in the last week (In an effort to get in shape for a half marathon this fall, either the Runaway Pumpkin or Silver Falls, I signed up for a training plan on RunKeeper, a running app that I have on my phone. I chose a plan called “Sub 2:15 Half Marathon”, which really didn’t sound that ambitious considering I ran my first half marathon in 2 hours 18 minutes. After pushing through a couple weeks of training runs, I slowly began to realize that this plan is CRAZY hard and way more serious than I thought. So far, I’m sticking to it, though it might kill me.)

Picking: 

a million pounds of blueberries at Radke’s (photo above) to eat fresh and freeze for the winter

Reading:

Game of Thrones (My brother in law turned me on to it. I obsessively buzzed through the first three, but now I’m trying to be a little more laid back getting through the fourth, partly because I have a million other things to do and partly to stretch it out as long as possible. I’m still trying to decide if it’s worth dedicating another huge chunk of my life to watching the Game of Thrones TV show.)

Following on Instagram:

@frolicblog (Frolic) because Chelsea, whom I’ve met several times in Portland, is off on a European adventure of undetermined duration, and every. single. one. of her photos is so so pretty.

@sternmanrule (5 Second Rule) because Cheryl’s silly food puns make me laugh every time.

@kgfarmer (Kitchen Garden Farm) for Tim’s gritty farm photos

@bakerhands and @papercranefarm (Tara and Joe are a couple.) for beautiful baking and more farm photos

@nancyr10 (Nancy whom I’ve known since I was about 11) for Oregon adventure photos

@davidlebovitz (David Lebovitz) for beautiful food photos as well as quirky French miscellany

@tarasgroi (Tara Sgroi) for cool short videos

Listening to:

an explanation of the Earned Income Tax Credit on Planet Money

a first-hand account of surviving the giant earthquake and tsunami in Japan from an American engineer who was INSIDE the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant when the earthquake started on The Moth (This is one of few podcasts that I would not recommend listening to while exercising. It’s pretty emotional.)

an interview with Dan Savage on Death, Sex, and Money

the new-to-me podcast The Memory Palace

this interview in which the granddaughter of the original owner of the Washington Redskins says it’s time to change the team name

my Pandora station

Planning for: 

a local camping trip with the kids (A couple weeks ago, I got the hare-brained idea to solo parent an epic camping trip to Glacier National Park and back. While I’m still convinced that I COULD do it, I’m realizing that August is just too damn busy to take off for a week without a ton of planning, more than I’m really willing to commit to right now. Instead, I think we’re going to do two nights at Alsea Falls. I think a couple days of splashing in the river, reading books, cooking over a fire, and gazing at the stars will do us good.)

Thinking about:

This situation…

I was hanging out in my mom’s booth at the farmers’ market when Charlotte’s eyes got wide, and she said, “LOOK, MAMA, A NINJA!” while pointing to the crowd. I turned and suddenly realized that she was pointing directly and obviously at a (presumably Muslim) woman wearing a black head scarf that covered everything but her eyes. She saw us, I smiled apologetically, and she didn’t seem upset by the attention. She was too far away for me to mumble an explanation, and honestly I’m not sure what I would have said anyway. I’m of the mindset that there are very few things that a small child could say that could be considered truly offensive, and I hope she felt the same way. I would imagine that, like it or not, a well covered Muslim woman in Corvallis probably gets a considerable number of small children pointing and staring at her on a regular basis.

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Hey, local folks! You’re invited:

It’s harvest time. Let’s celebrate!

Marys River Food Swap August Meeting

7:00 pm Thursday, August 21, 2014

at the Marys River Grange Hall (24707 Grange Hall Rd. Philomath, OR)

Please RSVP to the Facebook Event Page or email camille@waywardspark.com

You bring:

up to 6 jars of food + an extra for sampling if you have one

a potluck dish or beverage to share

a pen or pencil (We’ll have extras.)

a couple bucks to donate to the Grange

About food swap items…

–Possibilities include but are not limited to jams, jellies, marmalades, chutneys, relishes, salsas, pickles, pestos, spreads, sauces, extracts, beverages, infused alcohols, dehydrated fruits and vegetables, preserved fruits and vegetables, flavored salts, spice blends, granolas, ice creams, or…

–Each item should be at least 3-5 servings. That means an offering of homemade mustard would be considerably smaller than a contribution of apple cider.

–It’s slightly easier logistically if you bring 6 of the same item, but if you want to or need to bring several different foods, that’s okay.

–Food safety is very important for an event like this, so please don’t cut corners. Unless you are an experienced canner, please follow a recipe from a reputable source, and boil canned goods for the full recommended time period. If you have any concerns about food safety, OSU Extension Service has great online resources about food preservation here. We reserve the right to disallow items that don’t appear to be properly preserved.

–LABEL YOUR FOOD ITEMS WITH THE NAME OF THE ITEM, THE DATE IT WAS CANNED/PREPARED, AND YOUR NAME. IF IT NEEDS REFRIGERATION, PLEASE INDICATE THAT CLEARLY ON THE LABEL.

–Food items do not necessarily need to be shelf stable, so feel free to bring something that needs to be refrigerated or can sit out on the counter (especially if you’re unsure about your canning abilities).

–You probably won’t get your jars back (but you will probably bring home new ones), so plan accordingly.

How the swapping works…

Each person will set out their food items on a table with a description card (provided at the event). After surveying the goods, the group will form a circle around the table, and one at a time, everyone will choose one item until the last person picks. Then the last person will start a second round of selection in reverse order and so on until each person has chosen as many items as he or she brought.

There will be no bartering or bidding on items, and everyone has equal chances to get what he or she wants, even the person who brings the least popular items. (It’s inevitable. Don’t feel bad if it’s you.)

You do not need to bring food swap items to attend, but it will be more fun if you do.

Feel free to invite friends, but please RSVP. Attendance will be capped at 60 participants.

I hope to see you there!

Camille

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Red Ranger chickens at Gathering Together Farm // Wayward Spark

My friend Lisa Hargest (you may have seen her in this post) came over for dinner a while back, and we got to talking about the state of things at Gathering Together Farm, the place where Henry and I worked for years and now the place where Lisa has worked for years. She told us about a project that she instigated to raise a bunch of meat chickens along with our friends Joelene Jebbia (seen here) and Paula House (seen here) to be cooked and eaten at the farm’s thrice weekly crew lunch.

I wrote about crew lunch and the farm owners’ ethic behind it here, but basically the farm cooks feed an insanely large amount of hot, nutritious food to an insanely hungry crowd (sometimes 50+) of farmworkers every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Lisa, Joelene, and Paula are not vegetarians, but like some of the other GTF employees, they try to adhere to certain high standards when it comes to the meat that they consume. In the context of a somewhat mass-produced meal, however, it’s not always easy to source affordable but humanely raised meats. This spring, they decided that one way to address this situation would be to raise chickens on the farm specifically for farm lunch. They already had a space to do it, the infrastructure needed to house and feed chickens (from an experiment in raising chickens to sell about 10 years ago), willing chicken stewards, and the full support of the farm’s owners.

The first batch broiler chickens they raised were ‘Cornish Cross’, the fast-growing, huge-breasted, delicious-but-dumb breed that is standard in the commercial poultry industry. The ‘Cornish Cross’ chicks cost $1.90 each, and out of the 100 they bought, 90 survived to butchering age of about seven weeks.

For the second batch, they’re trying ‘Red Rangers’, a somewhat slower growing heritage breed that exhibits much more bird-like behavior and makes for a great forager. The ‘Red Rangers’ cost $2.10 per chick, but so far, none have died. Unlike ‘Cornish Cross’, ‘Red Rangers’ take about 12 weeks to reach butchering size. During that time, however, they eat quite a bit less than ‘Cornish Cross’ per bird per day, so in the end, Lisa figures that the feed costs for the two batches of chickens will be roughly the same. The ‘Red Rangers’ also have more leg and thigh meat and less breast meat than the ‘Cornish Cross’, so culinarily the two breeds have somewhat different applications.

My friend Chris Hansen of Mosaic Farm (who for some dumb reason I haven’t yet profiled on this blog, but trust me, he’s a super interesting, stand up guy) caught wind of GTF’s chicken plans, and he proposed a trade. He would provide his specially blended non-GMO, locally sourced, freshly milled chicken scratch (more details about his feed blends and availability here) at cost in exchange for the opportunity to eat crew lunch whenever he wanted to at Gathering Together. Everyone agreed that this was a terrific idea, so the chickens have spent their whole lives eating nothing but Willamette Valley bugs, grass, wheat, peas, and a small quantity of nutritional supplements. Parts of Mosaic farm are literally adjacent to Gathering Together fields, so it’s pretty easy for Chris to stop in when the lunch bell rings, and he usually eats with the GTF crew once or twice a week.

When the chicken-rearing plan was concocted, Lisa just assumed that, come butcher time, the crew would do the deed themselves. There were quite a few folks on the farm with at least some experience killing, plucking, and gutting chickens, but as the birds grew and the summer workload of farm duties increased to exhausting levels, butchering in-house held less and less appeal. That’s when Lisa, Joelene, and Paula made the decision to pass the task on to professionals. Fortunately, they knew just the right people for the job, Rachel Prickett of Provenance Farm (profiled here, here, and here on Wayward Spark) and her team at Oregon Mobile Poultry Processing. Rachel’s fledgling business uses Provanance Farm’s existing mobile chicken butchering trailer to travel around Western Oregon, processing medium to large batches of birds on-farm at a competitive price per animal. (For more info on custom poultry processing call 541-250-0102). The GTF chicken stewards figured that paying Rachel and her gang to do the dirty work would save them a tremendous amount of hassle while yielding a more attractive, better packaged product faster and cheaper than if the paid-by-the-hour farm crew of amateur butchers did the work themselves. Lisa explained to me that making the decision to outsource the processing was like taking a weight off her chest, and she never regretted the decision.

If the farm chef is cooking a chicken-based lunch in the summer for the full crew, she would probably use up to 10 chickens per meal, so 190 birds will only last through 19 or 20 meals (more meals for a smaller winter crew). Considering the fact that the farm serves 156 crew lunches per year, these farm-raised chickens will make up a significant portion of the protein served but nowhere near a majority. That wasn’t really the goal for this project, though. Lisa, Joelene, and Paula just wanted to make an effort to start somewhere and do a little bit better than before.

For me, the story of these chickens and how they were raised embodies the collaborative spirit of some of the most ethically-minded farmer folks that I know. The birds will be cared for by compassionate people, fed the highest quality food available, allowed to run free-ish on healthy land, butchered quickly and humanely by knowledgeable professionals, cooked to perfection by a skilled chef, and eaten by hungry, hardworking folks who appreciated the sustenance. I don’t think it gets any better than that.

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San Francisco // Wayward Spark

I got back from San Francisco last night. I was pretty stiff, exhausted, and happy to be home after the 11-hour drive (the longest solo drive I’ve ever done), but the city really did treat me well while I was there.

Renegade SF

When I started my business over four years ago, I swore up and down that I would never do craft fairs. I’d worked the farmers’ market pretty much every weekend, three seasons out of the year for seven years, and I’d gotten my fill of the set-up, sell-stuff, take-down-the-booth events. Almost three years ago, I broke that promise and decided to do the local Corvallis Fall Festival. You can read about my experience in this archived post. Basically it was profitable and not terribly unpleasant, but it reaffirmed my decision not to do craft fairs. Fast forward to this spring when I got the hair-brained idea to not only do a craft fair but to do one 600 miles away from home, and really, I’m not sure what I was thinking.

From what I had heard, the Renegade Craft Fairs are well organized and well attended, and I found that to be absolutely true. All my interactions with Renegade staff were very pleasant. The booth fees are significant, but it’s an upfront cost, and they don’t take a cut from your sales.

I arrived at the Festival Pavillion of Fort Mason on Saturday morning with ample time to unload and set up, but when I got to the front door of that huge, long building and realized that my booth assignment was almost as far away from the entrance as possible, probably about a quarter of a mile from my car, my spirits fell a bit. I borrowed a dolly from the Renegade folks to unload, but it still took me I think seven trips down and back. After parking my car over a half mile away and returning to my booth, I had already walked 10,000 steps (about 5 miles) according to the pedometer app on my phone (Pacer, which I love, by the way).

My booth set up was pretty minimal. A couple tables and some wooden boxes topped with stacks of my boards. There were some really well designed and really elaborate booth arrangements at the show, but mine was definitely not one of them. I knew that would be the case, but I wasn’t too worried about it.

Things started off really well on Saturday and then tapered off into the evening. Sunday began much slower but picked up significantly in the early afternoon. Both days, I felt like people were in my booth looking at boards most of the time, so there weren’t too many long periods where I had nothing to do. In the down time, I had a couple of conversations with my nice vendor neighbors from Usagi Team.

When I turned in my Renegade SF application, there were a number of ways to state preferences for booth location, but I left everything blank because I didn’t have a good sense of the lay of the land in the venue. I would say that the space that I ended up with was not a particularly desirable location, and knowing what I know now, I would have preferred a spot much closer to the entrance both for ease of unloading and for more foot traffic.

In the end, I made a little over $3,100. (I know people aren’t supposed to talk about money, but I listened to a bunch of Death, Sex, & Money podcasts on the drive home, so I’m talking about it anyway.) I had close to $800 of expenses related to the show. I did cut down on travel costs by staying and eating quite a bit with my very generous aunt and uncle (Thanks, Linda and Bob!) and because of a last minute screw up on the part of Hertz, I ended up driving my own car down instead of using a rented mini van as I had planned, which turned out to be a true blessing in disguise. When I really think about it, though, I have to split that $2,300 profit between all my time (and materials) actually making cutting boards and the four full days of travel and sales (plus credit card fees and about a half day of prep time). When I sell online, I do have to spend time photographing, wrapping, and shipping each individual board, but I’m pretty sure the per-board expense and time investment has got to be less than the per-board expense/time for craft fair sales. That said, it takes me quite a while (months) to make $3,100 when I’m selling boards in onsies and twosies online, so it was nice to have the money in my figurative pocket and the boards out the figurative door.

Was it worth it? Well, I had a pretty good time, made a profit, and didn’t have any major mishaps, so yeah, it was worth it. Will I do it again? Probably not, but I guess I should never say never at this point.

San Francisco // Wayward Spark

The City

I spent my bits of free time on Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday eating my aunt’s delicious food, calling home to my family, chatting with my aunt and uncle, and then collapsing into bed, but I reserved the whole day on Monday for seeing the city. I started off with an early toast and coffee date with Heidi Swanson (of 101 Cookbooks fame) at The Mill. Heidi and I recognized each other at the craft fair on Saturday, and she invited me out for breakfast. I have to say that the fellowship of that meeting was more or less the highlight of my trip/summer/life. Heidi was as generous and kind and fun and funny and honest about vulnerable subjects as you might imagine by reading her blog. I was so pleased that she wanted to spend time with me.

After my brush with celebrity, I walked over to a very crowded Tartine Bakery and bought a couple of amazing pastries, one of which I sat and ate in Dolores Park while a layer of fog-rain soaked into my hair and sweater.

I met up with Halley Roberts, a friend from Portland who recently moved to San Francisco, at Soulva, a two-week old but jam-packed greek restaurant in Hayes Valley, for a late lunch where I had the biggest, most delicious salad ever.

After that, I took a long walk through Golden Gate Park. The dahlia garden was in full bloom, and the Segway tourists were out in full force.

I ended the day having dinner at acclaimed Tony’s Pizza in North Beach with Bayle Doetch, a friend of a friend that I’d met on Sunday at Renegade. Bayle is a food photographer, but she may have missed her calling as a San Francisco food tour guide. She knew every restaurant in the city and was super helpful offering suggestion and pointing out SF highlights (like the wild parrots of Telegraph Hill). I may have also packed in a small serving of cardamom gelato from the place across the street from Tony’s.

All in all, it was a good, solid day in the city, and though I didn’t get to see and eat EVERYTHING, I certainly got a bit of many different things. (According to the pedometer app on my phone, I walked almost 15 miles that day!)

Golden Gate Park // Wayward Spark

Anyone who’s going to be in San Francisco anytime soon should definitely scroll through the comments on my SF-related Instagram photos because people offered up a million great suggestions for places to eat and things to see in the city. Thanks so much for everyone who made my business trip and mini vacation such a success! Sorry that I only have these iPhone pics to offer. There’s something about being in a city where everyone is constantly taking photos of everything that makes me want to leave my “real” camera behind and just enjoy actually seeing things instead of seeing things through a camera or phone lens.

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