Yes We Can...and we did!

Wow! What a day for America. On this day last year, there was doom and gloom among us and not much to look forward to-for the economy. Or our cheese business. Well, that changed in 2008 and so now has our whole country.

When JFK poetically said decades ago, "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what YOU can do for your country" now resonates with our 44th president of the United States of America. This great country was built on what I called 'a tossed salad' in my entrance application to college many years ago. I had the task of writing an essay describing why this country was a mixed bag or salad of different peoples, if you will.

I too am from Hawaii and largely raised by my maternal grandmother, I also attended Punahou School, as did Barack Obama. I have traveled quite a bit, as has he, and this brings with it a sense of open mindedness that is not often found when one lives in one town or place his or her entire life. That is not to say I generalize. It is just that one is exposed to many different types of people, cultures, beliefs, cuisines etc. And early on. We all bring with us our own life experiences.

Today was and IS an incredible day. As I ventured out on deliveries today after the cheese make I noticed the roads totally devoid of cars. The buildings were mostly empty. Only those who must work were out and about. I delivered to one tavern and saw the entire place packed with people, mostly young, at the bar, watching Barack Obama's inaugural address. I listened to it, mostly, in its entirety in the car, with great coverage on NPR. Brilliantly written, I resonated with what he had to say especially to inspire service, and responsibility. We are living in the techno age, the most recent young generation, about to graduate from high school or college has grown up unlike any other generation. I think they call it the X gens. Mostly exposed to computers, emailing, texting-- things appear like instant gratification. Baby booming parents often times, instilled in them a sense of deservedness, perhaps from a well-intentioned desire to provide what they did not have. The people who have come before us without peace in the world and economies in disrepair know the true value of hard work and service. I am hoping in this time now with Barack Obama, the younger generations that come after will be able to rise up to the challenge and work hard, give service, volunteer. It is not about the almighty dollar, or getting good grades to attain the highest paying job but about mindfulness, gratitude and being a steward of the world. As farmers, we like to call ourselves stewards of the land. This means we don't own the land for ownership sake but 'own' our behavior on it. That is to say, we must account for our actions. Just like we must be accountable for our actions in service, at work, and to our Mother Earth. I can say this as I have been a farmer most of my adult life, therefore quite trained at hard work and accountability. Anything that happens on a farm aside from acts of God (weather) is at the conscience of the farmer. And even though I have both a B.A and a B.S (quite over qualified for the job), I feel as though my service to these animals and this land make me more whole. I strive to provide healthy food, humanely raised to the folks we encounter here on this little piece of the Earth. So now on to better things and giving service. Let us begin and ride this next journey..........It shall prove to be a very powerful one.

Farmer's Market in the New Year

Well the weather sure was frightful and yet lots of folks came out to shop at the Burlington Farmer's Market in this New Year. With several more lamb shares and pork shares to deliver I made the trek to the Memorial Auditorium in minus 15 degrees. Yikes!

Products available were winter vegetables like rutabagas, turnips, daikon radish, potatoes, carrots and even some winter greens. Jewelry, clothing, dried flowers sure enough to perk up anyone's mood were also lighting up the room. There was even a new vendor working on his senior thesis at UVM demonstrating the craft of lacto-fermented vegetable making. He had his setup with cabbage to show how to make old world traditional sauerkraut. What an innovative thesis for the nutrition world!

Speaking of raw sauerkraut, several days ago, I met a friend for lunch at Jeff's Maine Seafood in St Albans, Vermont. He had a Reuben sandwich made with the Flack Farm's lacto-fermented sauerkraut. I even had a bite and there's nothin' like it. It lends the sandwich a nice crunch instead of sogging up the bread and a mouth-watering bit of tartness (from the tang of raw lacto-bacilli in the cabbage). Also, imagine my surprise when I noticed one of my cheeses on their menu. Who knew?

It was a nice change to see a few of my regular customers from the summer market as well as some new faces-it seems as though it has been so long. One man even bought some of my cheese to bring to an Inaugural event in Washington, DC!

I am grateful that despite the weather my health was well enough to make this market.

Life's Challenges

Well it sure is cold. I hate to sound like a broken record but tonight I heard that 2/3 of the USA is under a 'cold weather' advisory. Predicted to get below minus 15 between today and tomorrow, here in my neck of the woods. Talk about a challenge on a farm. It means buttoning up barns and making sure all animals have extra hay to generate more heat in their bodies and well, hope.

When one is diagnosed with cancer, after denial, there is often a pledge to live in the moment, at present. For the future is, at best, on hiatus of the mind. This is what I pledge, now, to live in the moment, and breathe. For it is all I have. THIS moment. To breathe and relinquish the past and not focus on the future. For what is the future? A fantasy, an ego-based desire, wishes, dreams, hopes, and wills of this or that-to happen. Well now I must pledge to just be...........

First Cheese in 2009

Well, once again while revelers were most likely asleep nursing hangovers from too much Auld Lang Syne, we were up and at 'em making the first cheese of the new year. And I must say I ENJOYED being in there today what with 16 degrees outside and a winter wind advisory and every section of the home cold! Especially since my cheese house with cheese being made must be a toasty 70 degrees for the cheese to develop properly. So what did I make on the first day of the new year? Butternut. The picture below shows Butternuts plank aging in our cave at about 5 months of age.



We are too old to drive over a half hour to see fireworks and toast the night away. We barely made it to 9:30 last night after feasting on bacon wrapped scallops, orange/lemon roasted shrimp and a big salad. Never made it to the beautiful Prosecco I received as a gift......Ah well, do I wish I could have gone into town? Life was simpler when we were young. Farming is complicated!

Farmer's Work is Never Done

Well, it's another Christmas Day and we must work. I decided to make it a bit more special as far as luxury, I'd make a hearty breakfast for my husband and me. You see, even farmers don't always get the chance to eat the proverbial 'farmhouse breakfast' EVEN on a holiday. So while most were still in bed, or perhaps unwrapping gifts beneath a tree, we were already out the door. But what a joy to have our own farm grown foods as well as some of our farming friends to add to it! I fried up some of our own bacon

and made an omelete with Boucher Farm eggs and Orb Weaver Farm cheese.....

And then we were off to go look at some cows at Cimarron Farm.......he had Normande cross cows to sell.

Then back to do chores (farmers' term for each day's work that must get done) and then after that, turn cheeses.

Thanksgiving Alone

This year, for the first time in many years, I didn't have to make a huge Thanksgiving feast. I have made many Thanksgiving dinners in their entirety since a very young age. So I am perfectly comfortable with it. Suddenly, unexpectedly, I was in a bit of a quandary not having a lot of pre-planning, pre-chopping and organizing with the proverbial 'managed time' shopping days. What do I do with my time? Enjoy it. Although foreign me, I toyed with the smaller menu I was now about to create. I decided to boycott the traditional doings for a somewhat 'mixit up' kind.
Final menu was only to be 4 things. And NO stuffing. Certainly would be a guilt-free pleasure not consuming up to 4000 calories in one meal, right? Almost.
The menu?
Crushed fennel, rosemary and sea salt crusted turkey breast on the Primo (previous posts-ceramic cooker)
Butternut squash, apple, onion, Vaquero blue cheese tart
Steamed green beans
Potato gratin with grated Mountain Tomme

Since the menu was short and simple I didn't even have to start cooking until late afternoon. What a wonderful day it was. Slow paced, calm, quiet.
What a joy to not have the baggage claimed competitive and sometimes yucky family dynamics to digress from what Thanksgiving is supposed to be about. To have gratitude for what we are. I thank the universe for who I am, my health and the here and now. So all you empty nesters, young college students, singles, neighbors, and aquaintances, it is very possible to not only have a great time but feel good about it too. My husband and I sat down to some nice bubbly and the meal was on!

Guilt-free pleasure? No. We were still full-and with gratitude. Happy Holidays to all and may Peace come to earth.......

Willow Hill Farm Butternut Squash Tart:

Ingredients:
1 apple (I like Granny Smith), peeled, cored, sliced thin
Butternut squash-cut off neck of squash, peel and slice thin
Half an onion, sliced thin
Approx 1 cup Willow Hill Farm Vaquero Blue Cheese
Tart Dough (below)

Dough:
1 cup flour
4 tablespoons cold unsalted butter
2-2.5 tablespoons ice water
pinch salt

Whiz above ingredients in a food processor about 20-30 seconds until it forms a ball. You know when it's about to form a ball when the sound begins to change to a whirring bogged down sound. The moment a ball begins to form, stop. Dump out onto plastic wrap and form a circle. Put in refrigerator at least 30 minutes before rolling out. When ready just roll out to form the 9" tart pan size. Be careful not to stretch dough when placing in pan as it will shrink when baking.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Roll out dough and fit into tart pan. Arrange alternating apple slices, squash slices and onion slices in a circular pattern following the pan. Bake about 45 mins to one hour. Remove from oven and sprinkle crumbled blue cheese on top. Bake about 5 mins more til bubbly. To gild the lily? Drizzle some honey on top of that!

Farmers Market Season Has Begun

Well- The first Burlington Farmers Market has begun and what a day! I thought I had realistic expectations but even in the poorest economy since I have been on Earth, people were disposing of disposable income. Perhaps it's that they will not travel this holiday season, I am not sure why.

Completely unexpected, I arrived late although I was leaving on time-due to a propane truck straddling my front door so as to prevent my exit. Oh and did I mention that we got 5 inches of snow the night before ? So shoveling and plowing were in order prior to anything else happening. When I arrived, on the very first day, my paid for parking spot was filled by another car. As late as I was, I was forced to set up tunnel vision fashion without saying hello to anyone I knew. In fact, it became so busy at my booth I was unable to walk around at all that day and visit with other vendor friends. I spent about the first 45 minutes attempting to set up my stand with customers rushing in at me. I sold out of most of our lamb in the first hour. Lots of regular customers and some new faces I did see, as well. Ironic, given that I had forgotten my farm sign and was in a corner at the far end of the room.

Our new cheese 'Vaquero Blue,' (cave aged sheep/cow blue cheese) sold out first. Creamy, mild and buttery it was a hit for holiday giving, I suspect. By the way, Vaqueros were the original cowboys that came here from Spain who used more advanced techniques not previously seen here in North America to not only handle cattle but train horses for range use. These were the men that taught the Hawaiians on our ranch (as I have mentioned in previous posts) that later became known as 'Paniolo' in the Hawaiian language- the rugged Vaqueros from Spain. Many thanks to all for supporting us and happy hoiday!

Cheese Caves of Vermont

There are a number of cheese caves in Vermont. What is a cheese cave? It is typically an underground room or building that houses cheese for ripening. Its inherent constant temperature and humidity allow the slow process of 'affinage' or cheese curing to occur. It is a complex process wherein proteins and fats inside the cheese break down in such a way as to create different nuances in flavor, texture and aroma. Just like in the wine industry, the area or soil from which a product comes influences its outcome, or 'terroir'. This term describes the effects of the flora and fauna indigenous to a particular locale, farm, vineyard or even mountain. Although Vermont is a small state, there are large differences in climate and soil types from North to South. One can find a dizzying array of not only cheese types but contrasts amongst those same cheese types, ie, cheddars, bloomy rinds etc.

Some age their cheese in caves, others in cellars. Caves are usually freestanding structures while cellars are below where the cheese is crafted. Several caves come to mind here in Vermont:
Vermont Shepherd (the first cave constructed to my knowledge), Lazy Lady Farm, Willow Hill Farm, Orb Weaver Farm and the newest, Jasper Hill Farm. Somehow we get confused in consumers' minds often with Jasper Hill Farm. I have attended the Burlington Farmers Market now for 16 years and every Saturday approximately 1200 people walk by my booth. I am asked each week at least once if we are from Jasper Hill or if we age our cheeses there. Perhaps it's the word 'hill' that creates the confusion? Of cheese farms in Vermont with the word 'hill' in it, we were the first. There are now several "hill" farms: Willow Hill, Cobb Hill, Thistle Hill, Jericho Hill, Jasper Hill. What is it with the word hill? Someone recently asked me if I knew Twig HILL Farm? I wanted to reply, "It's called Twig Farm, silly!"



We built our cave in 1999 with materials from our farm. The stones that created the retaining walls and the front facade all came from the hill that my husband, David, excavated himself. We built this cave to adjoin to the natural bedrock in the back of the rooms to provide extra humidity...like a mini-Roquefort cave. The seepage that occurs through it is entirely weather dependent, and hence a huge challenge from a cheese maker's point of view. It is not climate controlled so our 'terroir' is exactly that. Each year, analogous to wine, the cheeses ripen into a different 'vintage'. In 2005 for example, it was very wet, so the Blue Moons (our natural rind sheep milk blue) were quite moist with a thicker rind...........much like the texture of a sweet Gorgonzola as it held a lot of moisture in the paste (the interior of the cheese).

All of our mature cheeses are 'plank aged', meaning they are cured on boards-- that were also made here on the farm. We purchased a portable sawmill many years ago to harvest the wood for our house which is post and beam construction and it truly has been handy in building bridges (literally), cow barns, sheds etc. And cheese boards. The wood harvested for the planks is white ash which is a hardwood and very lightweight-helpful for maneuvering and washing. Cheeses are turned daily in the beginning of their affinage and less often as they age. As they give off moisture and develop a rind, the boards must be washed frequently and rotated into different locations through the cave as new cheeses enter each week to begin their aging process. This is a brief introduction to our cave...people often ask to visit our caves. Unfortunately due to food security/sanitation reasons, our caves are not open for visiting at this time. Next project? On to harvesting and milling boards for siding our new cheese house. Finally! Then there's firewood....

First Vermont Snow Fleurie

Well it's unbelievable but even with our attitude, not altitude, we had snow today. October 22nd!
Actually it IS our altitude. We are at approx 1200 feet above sea level, so when there is rain down in town there is snow up here. Just the other day Cobble Hill was covered in a light fog and gorgeous leaves.

Then the colder air moved in and boom! It looked like something in mud season (spring here in Vermont) when there is light snow and the roads are soft and warm and easily damaged by vehicle wheels or even cow's hooves........


But wait! Vermont Snow Fleurie? This is not a misspelling of 'flurry' it's the name of one of our delicate cow's milk cheeses, La Fleurie. This means 'bloom' in French and is in itself a play on words as it is a cheese of the 'bloomy rind' style, like Brie or Camembert. What's new? It has been chosen by Williams-Sonoma for an American Farmstead selection for the holidays. It is a unique cheese as it begins like a rich Chaource with its inherent cheesecake-like texture (a very good thing) and then ripens more silky thru the middle into a buttery creamy decadent event! La Fleurie can be consumed at all stages of its maturation which makes it widely appealing to all at a party or holiday meal. With two out of the four cheeses in this collection from Vermont, this is a fantastic gift for the holidays. Click here to order Williams-Sonoma

Whey Fed Pigs Rooting Heaven

As I looked behind me while taking some fall shots of our farm I heard some happy soft grunts (which are the cute sound relaxed pigs make) and lo and behold there were the pigs up in a field toward our old Christmas tree operation! First they came toward me thinking I had some treats for them


Then after realizing I was just hanging around on this beautiful day taking pictures they went off and continued rooting.


A few seconds later, something strange happened! The pigs began to make an alert sound and I looked to my left and whoa! An otter running across this upper pasture right by me!


Then off he went back into the woods.


Back to rooting heaven........."Wait! I think I got a grub. Yum!"



"Come on guys, someone's here with some whey. Let's go!"


"Yay. They brought cheese too."
Happy pigs rooting heaven.........Hmmm. Why was the otter there? Did he want cheese too? What a sighting... Ewe otter try Willow Hill Farm cheese too!