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Ok. Here's the story. About 10 days ago, I was puttering around the house--feeding the rabbits, washing the dishes, putting grain in Bebe's milk stand so I could milk her--when I heard Bebe yelling. I ran downstairs because this was an odd sound. I thought maybe the turkey had attacked her. At the gate, Bebe lunged. Bilbo seemed especially concerned. So I let them out, and Bebe raced up and down the stairs like a crazy goat. Then, I hate to report: Bilbo mounted her, made this unbelievably clownish face and stuck his tongue out like the devil. Sick. It didn't last long. Meanwhile, Orla was making horrible bleating noises. This went on all day, and then for a few more days. My poor neighbors. Bilbo is just so in love.
Most dairy goats go into estrus at the end of summer through early winter, every 18-21 days. If they're bred, they'll carry for 5 months and give birth in the spring. With Dwarf Nigerians like Bebe, they actually can breed all year 'round. This most recent cycle must have been her first since having Orla. I'm hoping to breed her in December for a May arrival of babies. So it'll be a little loud around here every three weeks, I guess.
A few days after all this noise, I was down in the chicken house trying to convince the new chickens to roost there when I heard some goat noises again. I looked up on the stairs and the goats were looking West. Our neighbor two doors down, a young Vietnamese mom, was yelling, "Baaahhh," and laughing her ass off. The goats returned her call. Neither the goats nor the lady knew I could see them--so I waited in the ...
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I'm feeling frantic with the "end of the summer". I want to have a tour and do a seed swap (newly inspired by Heather Flores and her event last night for slowfood). I'm thinking late September. Who's into it? Which Saturday?
Also, I heard CUESA is putting on an urban farm tour! September 12. They're going to Alemany and a farm in East Palo Alto. Here's the ticket info.
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Um. No time to talk, I'm in the middle of a perfect storm of barnyard fun: baby rabbits, Bebe the goat in heat, introducing some new chickens to the flock. It's mania. I have a lot to report but no time--more soon.
In the meantime, here's an article I wrote for Saveur.com about the Slow Food Victory Garden in SF.
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You'd think I wouldn't have enough milk to make cheese. But the little bit I get each day from Bebe adds up and then I have to make something. I'll toss a tablespoon of yogurt into a quart of milk, warm it up--and voila! a quart of yogurt.
Or, the other day, my postal carrier told me about something called cajeta. He often drops off the mail and then we talk about food--spit-roasted rabbits, steamed pumpkin drizzled with honey and mashed up with goat milk. Cajeta was goat milk slowly cooked with sugar until it became a caramel-y goo. The way he was drooling, I knew it had to be good. I had two cups of milk, so I decided to go for it. I had to stir the milk and sugar for an hour. Luckily, Bill was in an expansive mood so we talked and I stirred. The result was a gloppy goo--dulce de leche, great straight out of the jar.
I also made an order through Caprine Supply. Got a hobble, udder wipes, an iodine dip, and cheese molds. I tried making my own out of plastic containers drilled with holes, but they kind of sucked. Armed with these new molds, I hoarded milk and made cheese.
The fresh, triangular stuff turned out nicely. Creamy and light.
Because I had hopes to make aged cheese, I ordered some penicillin culture too. After the cheese firmed up, I started spritzing it with the white mold culture. It formed a rind after a few days left out (but covered to prevent flies).
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Sorry for those of you who missed the last farm tour. It was nice to meet some new folks and see old friends. I've got a gun to my head to finish a writing project, so there won't be a tour in August. Plan on a Friday in early September.
In the meantime, here's the farm report.
The bees I caught last year are doing really well. There seems to be lot of activity, though I was worried about the queen's laying pattern last time I did an inspection (which was awhile ago--I hate bothering them). The swarm caught this spring in Alameda has died out. The queen never started laying and it all went to hell. I partially blame myself because I had this really jankity brood box with very funky frames.
The garden is in that awkward mid-summer phase where the greens are done but the tomatoes aren't quite ripe yet. Luckily there is something to eat because it's summer apple season. One of our neighbors comes in and picks them, which pisses Bill off, but I'm resigned--and even a little supportive--of the lot pillagers. Times are tight in the ghetto and the more fresh food I grow, the healthier the people around here will be. In a nod to my hippiedom, I'm growing corn and sunflowers, crops I usually don't pursue. However, I have a reason! I do like sweet corn. And, the goats will very gladly eat the corn stalks. So it's a multi-use plant. Similarly, goats like sunflower leaves and seeds.
The chickens on the deck are getting big, ...
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Howdy.
The farm gate will be open on Friday, from 3-6pm. Stop on by! I'm hoping to see some of the folks from the conference and make some new friends, and see some old pals.
The farm is at 28th street and MLK in Oakland. Look for the bright mural on the abandoned building--the farm is behind the green fence on the corner. I'll be weeding in the garden.
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What do you do if someone invites you to Mondavi's Taste3 conference? You go.
There's the food. The wine. The big ol' schwag bag. There's a mulberry tree at Copia that, right now, is raining down dark juicy berries. No one seems to be picking them! There's a great thrift store in Napa. But even better than the fine wine, the lobster dinner at Mumm where everyone got their nice clothes dirty with butter and lobster drippings; the complimentary coffee, tea, chocolate and shoes--there were some of the most eloquent, poetic, funny, slightly mad people who really care about what they're doing. Dan Barber gave a talk about why he won't use foie gras anymore (not for the usual reasons). A photographer named Laura Letinsky, who takes haunting photos of...leftovers, gave a presentation that got my slow-moving brain thumping. Jennifer 8 Lee confirmed my love of Chinese food as the all-American food. It was great. And then I returned hom, back to the vegetables in my garden.
Finally, the cabbage, which has been so slow growing, are starting to form heads. The first to be ready is this Melissa. Crinkly. Somewhat addled with slugs and a few earwigs. Delicious when grated with apples from the tree (the Anna apples are now ready), tossed with rice wine vinegar and walnuts.
The zucchini is out of control, as usual, but early this year on account of the pig manure. This is the vine of the Ronde de Nice zuchini, a round zucchini that volunteered out of the porcine poo
pile. I've harvested about a thousand of these small guys with their blossoms still attached. This vine looked weird, though. Thicker. There were flower buds ...
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Just flew in from Seattle yesterday. I abandoned the farm to spend six days with my family up north. It was my mom's un-65th birthday and un-retirement party (her real birthday is june 15; she's retiring at 66). My sister and I threw her a Bastille day party featuring Sally Jackson cheeses, Salumi salami, bbq-ed oysters, and grilled Toulouse-style sausages. Also, there was a Cajun band. Riana made some yummy quiche with morels and a mind-blowing sour cherry dessert.
But the farm, right, how can I leave that for almost a week? In the end, it all worked out. My friend N came by every day and fed the goats and rabbits and chickens, I left Orla out with Bebe to keep her milked out, and I deeply watered the garden the night before I left.
After six days of absence, I thought upon my return, the goats would come running, the rabbits would clap their hairy paws together, the chickens would cuddle up. Actually, they barely noticed me when I walked through the gate. The only critter on the farm that's ecstatic I'm back is Kousin the cat, who slept at my side all night.
Having a break made me realize how much work GhostTown Farm actually is. So many animals to care for, weeds to pull, vegetables to water, turds to clean up. But these chores, this care-taking is what gets me up in the morning, sets the rhythm for my day, makes me feel necessary and useful. It's also nice to realize that I can leave for a few days and it's not a disaster.
While in Seattle I picked up a copy of Common Grounds magazine, which has a very good article about the urban farming movement. The writer interviewed me, too, but the best idea came from an ...
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Been sick all week with a head cold which turned into fever with chills. I've had to stay in bed and the farm has been neglected. The goat shed needs mucking out, the garden watered, the rabbit cages are begging for a cleaning, the buffet of yummy greens that go to all the animals has been halted and boring processed feed will have to do. The worst thing is my sinuses are so plugged up, I can’t smell anything. Hence, I can't taste anything. Is this a life worth living? Amid these frustrating developments on a sweat-inducing break from the bed to check my email, I learned that I had been crowned Best Hippie 2008 by the East Bay’s locally owned free weekly.
You guys!!
A few years ago, maybe even a year ago, I would have scoffed at the word ‘hippie’ being used to describe me. Hippies! that’s my parents! I would say. I don’t listen to the Dead, I listen to the Dead Boys. But, if you think about it, I *have* been milking goats, making cheese and planting chard--all tell-tale signs of hippiedom. So I’ve learned to live with the moniker, and wonder why there isn’t a better word to describe my urban homesteading tendencies in a way that doesn’t reek of patcholi or come wrapped in tie-dye. Anyone got a better term?
While we contemplate that, a sauerkraut instructional.
Get some nice heads, tight ones. Half the cabbages, then chop into thin strips. Add the cabbage to a large bowl and sprinkle with kosher salt. A TB of salt per cup of cabbage is the rule of thumb. Once sprinkled with salt, pound the cabbage so that it starts to release some water. I use a pestle from a mortar and pestle that my roommate left behind. Add this ...
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There's probably nothing more uncool than driving a car. It makes me sweaty, in a bad way. It turns me into a robot. I can't admire other drivers' footwear or fashion. I'm not enjoying the sun, the breeze, the hellos from other people on bikes or on foot. Nope, there I am, a big dumb-ass steering a big machine around the city.
This weekend we had blow out party for my friend Willow. She's going on a sabbatical. I roasted three pigger loins all day long in an low oven after marinating them with various rubs and brines. Then we hung up some decorations, and wheeled out the juice making shopping cart. That's right. A shopping cart that makes juice (sorry, no photo). In Caracas, Venezuela I first encountered this miracle machine. It involves filling a shopping cart with oranges, then mounting a juicer where the toddler would normally sit while you shopped for lentils. And a place to cut the oranges (and grapefruits). When you want juice, you reach into the cart, cut an orange, then squeeze. It's totally mobile, and if these hit on, will provide the greater Oakland area with plenty of Vitamin C. Can't you imagine a fleet of shopping carts filled with citrus, not aluminum cans? But first I had to get the oranges. Which meant driving (I thought) to the Friday farmer's market. I circled a five block radius for 20 minutes. I got sweaty. I even wanted to yell. I felt competitive and I think I even cut someone off. Just for some oranges! In the time it took me to find a parking space I could have ridden there and back on my bike at least two times, which would have been enough ...
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Ok. Here's the story. About 10 days ago, I was puttering around the house--feeding the rabbits, washing the dishes, putting grain in Bebe's milk stand so I could milk her--when I heard Bebe yelling. I ran downstairs because this was an odd sound. I thought maybe the turkey had attacked her. At the gate, Bebe lunged. Bilbo seemed especially concerned. So I let them out, and Bebe raced up and down the stairs like a crazy goat. Then, I hate to report: Bilbo mounted her, made this unbelievably clownish face and stuck his tongue out like the devil. Sick. It didn't last long. Meanwhile, Orla was making horrible bleating noises. This went on all day, and then for a few more days. My poor neighbors. Bilbo is just so in love.
Most dairy goats go into estrus at the end of summer through early winter, every 18-21 days. If they're bred, they'll carry for 5 months and give birth in the spring. With Dwarf Nigerians like Bebe, they actually can breed all year 'round. This most recent cycle must have been her first since having Orla. I'm hoping to breed her in December for a May arrival of babies. So it'll be a little loud around here every three weeks, I guess.
A few days after all this noise, I was down in the chicken house trying to convince the new chickens to roost there when I heard some goat noises again. I looked up on the stairs and the goats were looking West. Our neighbor two doors down, a young Vietnamese mom, was yelling, "Baaahhh," and laughing her ass off. The goats returned her call. Neither the goats nor the lady knew I could see them--so I waited in the ...
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Or, the other day, my postal carrier told me about something called cajeta. He often drops off the mail and then we talk about food--spit-roasted rabbits, steamed pumpkin drizzled with honey and mashed up with goat milk. Cajeta was goat milk slowly cooked with sugar until it became a caramel-y goo. The way he was drooling, I knew it had to be good. I had two cups of milk, so I decided to go for it. I had to stir the milk and sugar for an hour. Luckily, Bill was in an expansive mood so we talked and I stirred. The result was a gloppy goo--dulce de leche, great straight out of the jar.
I also made an order through Caprine Supply. Got a hobble, udder wipes, an iodine dip, and cheese molds. I tried making my own out of plastic containers drilled with holes, but they kind of sucked. Armed with these new molds, I hoarded milk and made cheese.
The fresh, triangular stuff turned out nicely. Creamy and light.
Because I had hopes to make aged cheese, I ordered some penicillin culture too. After the cheese firmed up, I started spritzing it with the white mold culture. It formed a rind after a few days left out (but covered to prevent flies).
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The bees I caught last year are doing really well. There seems to be lot of activity, though I was worried about the queen's laying pattern last time I did an inspection (which was awhile ago--I hate bothering them). The swarm caught this spring in Alameda has died out. The queen never started laying and it all went to hell. I partially blame myself because I had this really jankity brood box with very funky frames.
The garden is in that awkward mid-summer phase where the greens are done but the tomatoes aren't quite ripe yet. Luckily there is something to eat because it's summer apple season. One of our neighbors comes in and picks them, which pisses Bill off, but I'm resigned--and even a little supportive--of the lot pillagers. Times are tight in the ghetto and the more fresh food I grow, the healthier the people around here will be. In a nod to my hippiedom, I'm growing corn and sunflowers, crops I usually don't pursue. However, I have a reason! I do like sweet corn. And, the goats will very gladly eat the corn stalks. So it's a multi-use plant. Similarly, goats like sunflower leaves and seeds.
The chickens on the deck are getting big, ...
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Finally, the cabbage, which has been so slow growing, are starting to form heads. The first to be ready is this Melissa. Crinkly. Somewhat addled with slugs and a few earwigs. Delicious when grated with apples from the tree (the Anna apples are now ready), tossed with rice wine vinegar and walnuts.
The zucchini is out of control, as usual, but early this year on account of the pig manure. This is the vine of the Ronde de Nice zuchini, a round zucchini that volunteered out of the porcine poo
pile. I've harvested about a thousand of these small guys with their blossoms still attached. This vine looked weird, though. Thicker. There were flower buds ...
Tagged as vegetables | 9 Comments » | Continue 
This weekend we had blow out party for my friend Willow. She's going on a sabbatical. I roasted three pigger loins all day long in an low oven after marinating them with various rubs and brines. Then we hung up some decorations, and wheeled out the juice making shopping cart. That's right. A shopping cart that makes juice (sorry, no photo). In Caracas, Venezuela I first encountered this miracle machine. It involves filling a shopping cart with oranges, then mounting a juicer where the toddler would normally sit while you shopped for lentils. And a place to cut the oranges (and grapefruits). When you want juice, you reach into the cart, cut an orange, then squeeze. It's totally mobile, and if these hit on, will provide the greater Oakland area with plenty of Vitamin C. Can't you imagine a fleet of shopping carts filled with citrus, not aluminum cans? But first I had to get the oranges. Which meant driving (I thought) to the Friday farmer's market. I circled a five block radius for 20 minutes. I got sweaty. I even wanted to yell. I felt competitive and I think I even cut someone off. Just for some oranges! In the time it took me to find a parking space I could have ridden there and back on my bike at least two times, which would have been enough ...
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