I still haven’t finished blogging about my western WA road trip extravaganza! I’ve been meaning to, but then actually do something else, and as more time passes, I feel less and less inclined to focus on the past. Sooooo: Farm update for anyone interested in what I’ve been bizzy with!
It’s still really early in the season, so that means lots of cleanup and seeding in the greenhouse.
I have some fermentation projects going on, including hard cider from old, un-sellable apples we pressed a couple weeks ago!
First we cut off the rotten parts and then bathed the apples in vinegar to kill the mold. If you look closely at the apples, you can see Whitney’s shadow giving me a thumbs-up.
Then one person tossed the apples into the press while another got a serious upper body workout. I get to look at that sweet butt every day!
idk what I did here, but I like it!
The raw, delicious cider.
I’m also very excited to be brewing my very own kombucha! Maybe I’ll write more about that later since some people are unfamiliar with this magical potion. My first batch is already finished and it’s delicious.
We have potluck meals at least once per week, which gives me a chance to experiment with new foods like celeriac.
We also have enough pork from last season’s pigs to feed everyone working on the farm for like a year. I tried making pork chops, but completely ruined them. Before coming to the farm, I had been primarily (flexible) vegetarian for a very long time. Since this farm has LOTS of meat from animals that were raised on healthy food in excellent conditions and treated with respect, I decided to try to incorporate more meat into my diet.
I was eating pork several times per week when I first arrived. However, between my terrible meat-cooking skills, persistent squeamishness at touching the raw stuff, and an unfamiliar, unpleasant awareness of the rising percentage of bacon fat coursing through my veins, I decided to cut back on that. I do love beans.
I’m also becoming emotionally attached to the goats (that WILL be slaughtered) in a way that does not benefit a farmer. I’m not sure how I feel about all this yet.
I need to stop typing now. I gripped my shovel in a really awkward way today, which resulted in a horrible carpal tunnel-type pain. I had my hand massaged with Arnica oil, am heavily medicated on holy basil, and think I’m about due for another frozen apricot ice pack.
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