September 8, 2009

11:40 am

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Farmy Decimal (Work in Progress)

I’ve been put in charge of getting our growing library at work organized. I used librarything.com to catalog the books, one ISBN at a time. Originally I was going to use the Dewey Decimal system for sorting, but I soon realized it’s not great for small libraries — especially collections that have many books on only a couple topics.

I have this slight personality problem, where I reinvent the wheel whenever possible.

So now I have a new library system, loosely based on Melvil Dewey’s. It’s the Farmy Decimal system.

000 Spirituality etc.
	00 General Spirituality
	10 Philosophy
	20 Religion
	30 Energy
	40 Plants

100	Agriculture
	00 theory & science
		0 schools of thought
			.0 biodynamics
			.1 permaculture
			.2 agroecology
		3 botany & plant science
			.0 diseases & pests
		4 soil science
			.0 minerals
			.1 compost
				.10 compost tea
				.11 vermiculture
	10 agricultural settings
		1 landscaping
		2 greenhouses
		3 urban/small home gardens
	20 crops
		1 vegetables
		2 trees, vines, and shrubs
			.0 fruit trees
				.00 olives
				.01 apples
			.1 nut trees
			.2 vines
				.20 viticulture & wine
			.3 silviculture & forestry
		3 herbs
			.0 medicinal
			.1 culinary
		4 flowers
		5 mushrooms
			.0 medicinal
			.1 culinary
		6 animals
			.0 bees
			.1 chickens
		7 grass & pasture
	30 techniques
		1 pruning
		2 propagation
			.0 seeds
			.1 asexual
		3 grafting
		4 irrigation

200 Sustainable Living
	10 Health
		1 Alternative Medicine
			.0 herbs
		2 Food
	20 Food Preparation
	30 Crafts
		1 Building
			.0 Carpentry
			.1 adobe, cobb, and earth
			.2 strawbail
		2 Tool-making

300 Issues
	10 food and farm
	20 environmental

400 Business & Economics
	10 farm

500 History
	10 Biographies

600 Literature
	10 Essays
	20 Poetry
	30 Children's Books

700 Language
	10 Spanish

DIY necessities

I’m not much of a cheapskate by nature (I don’t raise an eyebrow at the price tag on a well-made skein of yarn) but I sure am when it comes to basic necessities that are made very cheaply by gigantic companies. Spending five dollars on sliced sandwich bread with scary ingredients, or buying a box of bandaids, or even spending a couple bucks on pasta makes me feel cheated.

I’ve been slowly but surely dispelling some of my own ideas of what “basic necessities” really are, and in every instance, my cheap, made-from-scratch solutions have been better than the purchased versions. No scary ingredients, no trips to the big box, no packaging to try to recycle, and, best of all, no gigantic corporations benefiting from my inability to provide for myself. Well, less, at least.

Of course, there’s a reason most people have allowed these things to pass from the realm of homemade to pre-made: it takes time! And making certain things, like clothes, requires serious skill. But for those of us who enjoy craftiness and practical applications for creativity, why on earth would we opt for convenience?

So here it is, Jenny’s List of Shit I’d Rather Make Than Buy, and How To Do It (part one).

Bandaids

Use a tiny scrap of paper or cloth (the size of the cut) and a strip of masking tape. The tape will stay on when wet far better than a bandaid, and doesn’t hurt as much when you take it off. I also like that you can make the perfect size bandage depending on what you need, instead of maintaining a ridiculous supply of pre-made ones.

Bread

Now that I’ve been making bread fairly regularly for a couple months, I can’t imagine going back to the supermarket crap. I do still like the occasional loaf from a local artisan bakery, but it really doesn’t get better than homemade. I can’t decide what it is about homemade bread that I like best; the money-saving, that there’s no crap in it (just look at the ingredient list of your next supermarket loaf), the act of making it, the taste and smell of it, or the smug satisfaction and total ego-boost that comes when I pull two perfect loaves out of the oven. Homemade bread is just magical.

I’ve come to think of white “all purpose” flour as being special occasion flour—I use it for some desserts and specialty breads like challah and popovers, but that’s about it. For day-to-day bread, muffins, quickbreads, and pancakes, I just use whole wheat flour. (And none of that “half all-purpose, half whole wheat” bullshit that so many cookbooks recommend. If you have a good quality, relatively fresh whole wheat flour, you don’t need to dilute it to get good texture.) Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food convinced me that refined grains, like white flour, ought to be the exception, not the rule; we simply haven’t evolved to handle the white stuff. Besides, whole wheat flour really does taste better for most applications—try some yeasted whole wheat pancakes and you’ll see what I mean.

Like so many skills I’ve picked up, I didn’t have an experienced baker to teach me. Certain books have been indispensable, though. The Tassajara Bread Book has a gajillion recipes, nearly all using whole wheat flour, but the best part is the 40-something page illustrated guide to the basic method of bread making. It covers how to mix, knead, shape, and slash the dough, plus everything in between. Their basic “Tassajara Bread” recipe has been my go-to since I started baking in earnest.

The Laurel’s Kitchen Bread Book was one of the first tomes of whole wheat baking, and while I despise the ethereal writing style (what exactly does the dough look like when it “sighs”?) and have had exactly zero luck with the recipes, it’s packed with information that will help you understand some of the science of bread making in an approachable way.

Last week I picked up The Bread Bible at the library, and within a minute of flipping through it, I knew I had to buy it. It is incredibly precise, incredibly informative, and incredibly thorough. My only complaint is that the author is far more exact than I would ever want to be in my own kitchen, but that problem is easily remedied by not following instructions to the letter. I’ve only made two breads from this book so far—a loaf of braided challah and two loaves of cinnamon swirl bread—but both have been exceptional. I’m looking forward to trying dozens more.

Broth

This has got to be the best one yet. Since Chris and I have been making our own broth every few days from kitchen scraps, I’ve looked back on my years of buying vegetable broth with shame. How much money have I wasted— hundred dollars? Two hundred?—on underflavored, overpriced, overpackaged broth?

The recipe is so simple: take all your vegetable scraps that you think might taste good, and put them in a big pot. Fill the pot with water and some salt, and put the lid on. Bring it to a boil. Then simmer it. When it looks pretty and smells insanely delicious (anyone who walks into the kitchen should breathe deeply and say, “Ohh, what smells so good?”), turn it off. Strain or scoop out the solid bits (great for worm compost, once cooled) and put the liquid in mason jars. Use it for everything: soup, rice, quinoa, sauce, bread, muffins… now that I’m not shelling out big bucks for packages of broth, I feel free to use it to flavor everything, and my cooking is all the better for it.

I once read instructions for broth-making that warned against using scraps, reasoning that if you wouldn’t want to eat it, you wouldn’t want to make flavor-juice out of it. When it comes to scraps that are truly past their prime (like, if they’re fuzzy), sure. But leek tops? Carrot peelings? Completely dead, wilted celery? Papery onion skins? These are some of the best broth ingredients around. Prolonged boiling can coax flavor out of even the most pathetic looking veggies, and since you’ll take all the solid stuff out anyways, it doesn’t matter what the texture’s like.

There are some guidelines though. Unless you want a bitter broth, I’d stay away from brassicas entirely (e.g. cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, brussels sprouts, kale). Any kind of leafy green is just going to get limp and bring no flavor to the party—unless it’s good and herby like basil, of course. And make sure you get all the dirt off your veggies before they go into the pot, unless you don’t mind relinquishing the last inch or so of your pot o’ broth—I often don’t bother, since we have so many vegetables around here, and whatever we don’t manage to eat will go to the chickens or the compost.

The best part, of course, is that you can turn waste into deliciousness. The second best part, though, is that you can throw out the one-flavor-fits-all mentality of packaged vegetable broth and get into customizing. Imagine a vegetable broth made to complement its intended dish! Chris made an amazingly savory broth last night out of dumpstered mushrooms and wild fennel, and I can’t wait to find the perfect application for it. I’m thinking of trying an earthy, herby pilaf… or maybe turnip soup?

Eggs

Supermarket eggs are downright nasty (and useless) compared to the good stuff. Pastured eggs cost a bundle, but hens don’t! Seriously, now that I’ve gotten used to having a chicken coop in the yard, I can’t imagine going back to store-bought eggs. Having your own chickens is super easy (most days it they take less time to care for than kneading a loaf of bread) and incredibly rewarding. You can’t beat it for freshness, and properly pastured eggs (i.e. eggs laid by hens who get to eat plants and scratch around for bugs and grubs) are more nutritious, flavorful, and easier to cook with than the industrial versions. Besides, most egg-laying chickens in commercial settings live horrible lives. (Yes, even organic, vegetarian-fed, so-called “free-range” ones—check out chapter nine of The Omnivore’s Dilemma if you don’t believe me.) And who wants to support that?

Mayonnaise

No, Best Foods ain’t the best. Homemade, mayonnaise is actually edible, believe it or not. And easy. If you’ve got a whisk and a bowl, you’re already halfway there. Read my previous blog post on making mayonnaise.

Pasta

Homemade pasta is even easier to make than homemade bread, with many of the same benefits. It’s dirt cheap. It tastes about a million times better than anything you can buy. And there are no mind-boggling ingredients! Granted, it takes way more time than dumping a plastic bag of factory-made stuff into a pot, but it’s very nearly always worth it—especially if you have farm-fresh eggs.

Toothpaste

My last tube of Aquafresh ran out a few weeks ago. I thought I’d experiment with using straight baking soda, and I haven’t looked back since! Two dollars for a new tube every few weeks is hardly an exorbitant amount of money, but it’s still my money that’s going to GlaxoSmithKline, the second largest pharmaceutical in the world, and that tube still has some ingredients I’m not so sure about it. Of course, Arm & Hammer isn’t exactly a mom and pop operation, but two dollars of baking soda ought to be enough for a year’s worth of clean teeth.

Using it is just stupid simple: rinse your toothbrush, dip it in the baking soda, and brush. It took me a couple days to get used to the slightly salty taste, but now I prefer it to the artificial, tongue-deadening faux-mint flavor.

So much to do

The other night I couldn’t sleep because I was lying in bed running through all the things I have to and want to do. In an attempt to stop freaking out about it, I wrote down everything I could think of in one ginormous list. Damn.

I’ve already done some of it though.

  • * make English muffins
  • * make a new noteboook
  • get our own place & a dog
  • start journaling regularly so I can remember the days
  • do Aaron’s mobile gallery
  • plant around the house
  • * March newsletter
  • get kitchen knife sharpened
  • work with the high school agriculture program
  • set a standard recipe template for the farm blog
  • Bob’s yarn-spinning lady?
  • ask Bob about hops farming
  • make peanut butter cookies
  • get Aaron to visit
  • in_the_store.xml to Blogger?
  • organize farm workdays
  • harvest/make mustard
  • lead a chicken workshop for kids
  • make granola bars
  • read everything in the world
  • work for Carole on the weekends for $$$
  • get peppermint oil for delicious baking soda
  • brew beer
  • finish Chris’s sweater
  • make oregano mayonnaise
  • make toothpaste
  • bake lots of bread
  • get bristol board from art store
  • clean room
  • make Mom a scarf out of that Cashsoft yarn
  • get a Klezmer book
  • grow hops
  • hatch some baby chickens
  • website insanity
  • learn about having goats & sheep
  • get Dave to visit
  • get Dad to visit
  • * write competition control copy
  • learn to sew
  • go to Italy for the harvest
  • English essays
  • draw my favorite rooster
  • * print/bind calendar
  • greenstringinstitute.org
  • organize workshops
  • knit Chris some slippers
  • sell crafty stuff again
  • visit Hidden Villa
  • volunteer for Petaluma Bounty
  • reorganize the mudroom/tools
  • read the most recent “Best American Science Writing” book
  • go to Point Reyes
  • make Allie a calendar
  • * SLEEP. Man, I’m exhausted.

October 29, 2008

2:37 pm

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Review of Hervé Kempf’s How the Rich Are Destroying the Earth

I started typing this for the Facebook iRead application, but it ended up exceeding the 1000-character limit. So here it is!

How the Rich Are Destroying the Earth

How the Rich Are Destroying the Earth

The preface and introduction promised so much, but by the end of the book I was disappointed. Kempf says his intent with this book is to convince environmentalists to care about social justice, and convince the Left to care about the environment. If his book accomplishes this, it is because he expounds on the environmental and poverty crises separately, rather than by showing the connection between the two.

That’s not to say this book is without its merits, though. To say it’s “fact-filled” doesn’t begin to convey the boggling amount of statistics and research tidbits crammed into each page. And there are delightfully snarky quips scattered throughout, for instance, “Like a junkie who can stay standing only by shooting more heroin, the United States, doped up on hyperconsumption, staggers before it drops.”

I’d recommend this book to environmentalists who haven’t quite grasped the horrors of global poverty, or to leftists who echo Marxism’s old line that maximizing exploitation of Mother Nature can help solve social injustices. For those of us who have already realized, as Kempf says, “that the ecological crisis and the social crisis are two faces of the same disaster,” this book has little to offer aside from oodles of statistics and occasional dark humor. But if you, like me, find the title irresistible, reading it isn’t a bad way to spend a few hours–just be sure to pass it on to an oblivious friend or relative when you’re done.

If reading the book leaves you feeling unfulfilled, I recommend Wendell Berry’s essay “In Distrust of Movements.” To me, it feels like the missing last chapter to Kempf’s book.

January 4, 2008

1:01 am

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But does it balance out?

↓ I have discovered a new pet peeve: idiots who use the terms “fair trade” and “free trade” as synonyms. Astounding.

↑ And a new love: Aldo Leopold, though not the zombie (YAY inside joke that no one will get!). I swiped A Sand County Almanac from Mark a couple days ago. It’s full of lovely little passages about the mundane beauty of life.

In thus watching the daily routine of a spring goose convention, one notices the prevalence of singles–lone geese that do much flying about and much talking. One is apt to impute a disconsolate tone to their honkings, and to jump to the conclusion that they are broken-hearted widowers, or mothers hunting lost children. The seasoned ornithologist knows, however, that such subjective interpretation of bird behavior is risky. I long tried to keep an open mind on the question.

After my students and I had counted for half a dozen years the number of geese comprising a flock, some unexpected light was cast on the meaning of lone geese. It was found by mathematical analysis that flocks of six or multiples of six were far more frequent than chance alone would dictate. In other words, goose flocks are families, or aggregations of families, and lone geese in spring are probably just what our fond imaginings had first suggested. They are bereaved survivors of the winter’s shooting, searching in vain for their kin. Now I am free to grieve with and for the lone honkers.

It is not often that cold-potato mathematics thus confirms the sentimental promptings of the bird-lover.