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The woods of Maine

Am I the one behind the times?

Backwater. Backwoods. Out of touch. Out of date. Woods queer. Stuck in the past. These are terms used recently to describe people like me. Obviously, they are not terms of endearment. They’re not positive images as they’re being used in these conversations.

Here’s a little about me, in case you’re a new reader. I hunt, fish, paddle, forage and have a one-acre garden. I raise chickens, ducks and turkeys for meat and eggs. I’m a dumbass with a smart phone I barely know how to use to make a call (it’s not set up well).  I don’t care to know more. I can make calls, text and send pictures. Apps? I have a great flashlight… All the other apps came pre-installed. My name is Robin, and I am an app failure…and I like it that way.

Fawn Runner Ducks

Fawn Runner Ducks

I’m on Twitter. I thought I’d enjoy sharing #TreestandTweets but it was annoying. I’m not sitting in a tree to tweet; save that for birds. I’m there to hunt and be aware of my surroundings. I have followers but I don’t follow the rule of following back everyone who follows me. I’ve never been to a Tweetup and have never felt the need to, even “for my career.”  I have a Facebook page for my writing but don’t post there a lot. No need to inundate anyone with reminders about me; they know where to find me.

Out of date. I’m anti-genetic engineering, anti-Monsanto, anti-food lot, anti-antibiotic in factory farms…I’m anti-factory farms. I know what’s in my food. Like a growing number of people who are paying attention, I provide at least some of my own food.  If you aren’t already providing some of your own food, you are behind the times.  I can feed myself with food I grow, raise and buy locally. So I’m out of touch, backwater, backwoods, stuck in the past, but I can feed myself.

I’m out of touch. My kids didn’t get cell phones until they were driving. We live 20 miles from the high school, further from their jobs. They had cell phones with limited amounts of minutes so that they could call us in an emergency. We <gasp> were pretty insistent that they communicate with people face to face. I’m not used to this commonly accepted bad habit of ignoring people in favor of someone else.

I’m out of touch even with a cell phone. If your phone rings in a restaurant and interrupts someone’s meal I won’t hesitate to tell you we are not in a phone booth. If someone else is more important than the people you are with at the moment, do the unimportant people a favor and leave. Get off the phone and communicate face to face.

Backwoods. You bet! Forty-five acres in the middle of thousands of acres, no neighbors in sight. I can feed myself from the land. We heat our home with wood, a renewable resource. I’m not depending on anyone to keep me warm. Or fed.

firewood

We burned four cords of firewood in the winter of 2012-13.

Woods queer: (adjective) a milder form of insanity that results from living in a rural isolated environment, typically the woods or forest.  Ok, I’ll claim that, but I don’t think I’m any more insane than the city or urban queer. We’re all a little insane (but some of us don’t know that yet) no matter where we live.

Backwater. Backwoods. Out of touch. Out of date. Woods queer. Stuck in the past. Happy. Satisfied. Fulfilled. Content. Well fed. Warm. Self sufficient.  It works for me.

The woods of Maine

I live here.

 

Using Your Stored Vegetables

A reprint from the Quoddy Tides newspaper.

By mid February a lot of the vegetables you stored last fall have been eaten.  It’s time to go through what’s left,  use up anything with soft and spoiled spots and toss anything too far gone but not moldy into the compost bin.  Replace the vegetable that are still firm and lasting well for another time. It’s time to check the apples too.  Even long-term storage varieties are pushing the limit now.

If you don’t have anything stored you can run out to the local grocery to buy them.  We don’t all have room or the inclination to store vegetables.

Let’s start by making a Winter Squash Soup. This recipe is very simple yet tasty.  My favorite squash is the dry Waltham butternut but a wet variety such as the humongous Blue Hubbard will work in this recipe. Prepare and cook one large or part of one large winter squash, or use leftovers from a previous meal.  The uncooked portion of a large squash can be stored in the refrigerator for later use.

Sautee a medium onion in a small amount of butter or olive oil. Add this to

Six cups of cooked and mashed squash.
Using a whisk, add one half cup of heavy cream and one to two cups of chicken or vegetable broth until you have the consistency you prefer
Add salt and pepper to taste.
If you’d like to sweeten this soup you can mash a peeled and roasted apple or a half cup of honey.

The soup is ready to serve when thoroughly heated or may sit for an hour to let flavors blend.  Store the unused portion in a covered bowl in the refrigerator.

One of my favorite winter desserts is pumpkin pie. If you’re buying a pumpkin you should look specifically for a pie pumpkin.  At this time of year you’ll have a hard time finding one in a store so try a local farm. I’d love to be able to tell you how to make a wonderful pie crust but since I lack the ability to do so, I can’t. In a large mixing bowl mix:

Two cups of cooked and mashed, well-drained pumpkin
Two large eggs, or one duck egg
One-half to one cup of sugar (I use raw sugar.)
One cup of milk or light cream
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon allspice
1/2 teaspoon cloves
1/4 cup real maple syrup, molasses or honey
1 teaspoon salt

Mix well and pour into your uncooked pie crust.  Bake for 50-60 minutes at 350*.

If you’re not used to using fresh pumpkin you might want to add more than one cup of sugar to the recipe.  You should adjust the cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and cloves to suit your tastes.

Rutabaga, usually called turnip in this part of the country, is another of my favorites.  Both rutabaga and turnip work well though I find rutabaga to be better in storage in my cellar. I’m perfectly happy simply simmering rutabaga and mashing it with butter, salt and pepper.  You can add a mashed, baked apple or honey to sweeten a somewhat bitter rutabaga.  Or, simmer carrots with the rutabaga, drain and mashed together with butter, salt and pepper.

Scalloped Rutabaga & Apples

Six cups rutabaga, uncooked and shredded
Two cups apple, sliced
¼ cup maple syrup
1 teaspoon salt
Pepper to taste
4 tablespoons butter

Mix rutabaga, 1 1/2 cups chopped apple, maple syrup, salt and pepper.  Place in a buttered 1 1/2 quart baking dish. Spread 1/2 cup of apples on top and dot with butter. Cover and bake at 350° for 1 1/2 hours

cooking moose steaks

Cooking Moose Steaks

Moose steaks are one of the simplest wild game meats you can prepare. Following these steps will take your steaks from the fridge to the plate in less than 30 minutes. You’ll need:

  • One serving of steak per person
  • fresh mushrooms
  • scallions
  • salt and pepper
  • butter

Take the steaks from the fridge and unwrap. Place them in a single layer on a plate. The single layer is important; you want the steaks to warm up. Very cold meat will constrict when it hits a hot fry pan and become tough. Salt and pepper each side to taste.

cooking moose steaks

Delicious moose steaks

Clean the mushrooms with a dry paper towel. Avoid washing as water causes mushrooms to become soggy. Wash and chop scallions.

Melt butter in a medium-hot fry pan. Don’t let the butter smoke. Sear the steaks in butter, turning only once, approximately 60 seconds per side. Remove the steaks from the pan and set aside. Add a little more butter if needed and saute the mushrooms until almost done.

Return the steaks to the fry pan to finish cooking. Moose steaks are typically cut thin. I turn our steaks after three minutes, cook another two to three minutes and remove. The biggest mistake you might make is over cooking. Over cooking lean meats such as moose can make it tough.

Toss the scallions on top of the steaks a minute before removing them from the pan. Remove steaks, top with mushrooms and scallions and enjoy!

These steaks were cooked in a workshop I taught at Winter Skills Weekend for Becoming an Outdoors-Woman. They were so tender we cut them with our forks.

Fresh cranberries

Local Food in Maine Restaurants

It’s started with a picture of a sign posted in a restaurant. The sign said “Today’s potatoes are from: Idaho.” The sign was Tweeted and the conversation started. I’ve been supplying restaurants with fresh vegetables for years. I assumed everyone in Maine knows locally grown foods are available to restaurants. Chefs know this, right? As it turns out, not all of them do. And not all Mainers are aware of our growing number of small farms, distribution and what we grow in this big state.

Someone commented that there should be a marketing program for locally grown food. I’ve been so involved in local food production for so long that I forgot that this is new to someone each and every day. Maine has a marketing program called Get Real Get Maine! The website is getrealmaine.com.

The first agricultural event of the year is the Maine Agricultural Trades Show. It’s held every January, this year the 8th through 10th. Admission is free. There are vendors to visit, workshops and speakers to attend and plenty to do all three days of the show. It’s a great place to learn about Maine’s agriculture in one spot.

You can farms and food produced in Maine broken down by zip code and county on the Get Real Get Maine! website. There’s more to the site than foods and farms. You can look for places to go bird watching and cross country skiing; for arts, crafts and music festivals and for workshops to attend. There’s a chocolatier in Lubec, raw milk is available in Perham and a self-service farmstand in Weld, and I know about these places because of Get Real Get Maine!

The farmers market page allows you to search for markets in the state and links to resources related to market farming. Information on using SNAP and WIC at markets, how to start a market, the permits needed to start a market and the state statues are listed there. You’ll also find a page for agricultural fairs and events held in Maine each year.

Searching for farms on Facebook is a good way to find Maine-grown and produced foods. Ask friends for suggestions and recommendations. A phone call to your cooperative extension or Soil & Water Conservation office will give you some ideas on where to find locally produced food.

Winter is a quieter time for non-livestock farmers. You might find farmers who would like to tell you about their operation. I always enjoyed hearing from people, especially when I could ask questions of them. It helped me to know what new vegetable or herb I might want to grow by knowing what potential customers are interested in buying.

Food production in Maine doesn’t happen just on land. We have lobster, clams, oysters, mussels, sea urchins, sea cucumbers and fish being managed and harvested off the coast. My Christmas Eve dinner came from the Atlantic Ocean. My father-in-law, Steve, hand picks oysters for a local restaurant. They buy only the best quality shells, those without barnacles. I’m not particular about shells, barnacles on the outside are ok with me. We ate oysters on the half shell, mussels grown on ropes in mussel farms, scallops and lobsters—all produced in the state. I had an interesting conversation about Dad, one I want to continue soon. He digs clams, and seeded (planted so to speak) 400,000 baby clams the week before Christmas. “I didn’t have to do it but I felt like it was something I should do.” We talked a little about oyster farming in Maine.

oysters on the half shell

Oysters on the half shell

During the Twitter conversation I learned of Glidden Point Oyster Sea Farm in Edgecomb. I spent 20 minutes on their website learning how oysters are produced. It’s an interesting process.

Getting locally produced foods into restaurants seems to be more complicated than I thought.

I’m going to make some contacts this week and find out what I can do to help close the information gap.

Sap trough, Page Farm Museum

Maine Harvest Festival

The second annual Maine Harvest Festival took place on November 10-11, 2012 in the Bangor Auditorium and Civic Center. People lined up outside before the doors opened Sunday morning while the aroma of wood smoke from Pizza Pie on the Fly’s wood fired ovens and barbecue from Nostrano filled the air. Pizza Pie on the Fly offered pizza to eat there or take home later, after the show ended. Nostrano offered pulled pork, briskets, two kinds of ribs, smoked Atlantic salmon and a variety of sauces. Nostrano, translated from Italian to mean “local” and “ours” describes their fare well.

Pizza Pie on the Fly Brick Oven

Pizza Pie on the Fly

According to Judi Perkins, the festival’s organizer, attendance doubled from last year by Saturday. Admission is only $5. “It’s affordable so everyone can attend,” Perkins said. “They’re receptive to five dollars. People come mostly from northern, coast and central Maine, some from southern Maine, and I know some came from other New England states. Attendance was in the thousands but I don’t have the final count yet.” Aisles were wide to provide plenty of room to move through vendor booths and were still packed.

This is the second and last year the Maine Harvest Festival will take place in the Bangor Auditorium and Civic Center. According to Perkins, “The Cross Insurance Center will open in the fall this year and we’ll be one of the first shows in the new facility next year. I haven’t seen it yet. The festival will be able to expand next year because of this new facility. It won’t get too big, though. It will stay with the focus being on customers and vendors.”

Education is a large part of the Maine Harvest Festival. All of the demo spots were filled with cooking demonstrations, each complete with samples for those who attended. “We’re always open to new ideas for demonstrations. If someone has a suggestion of what they’d like to see next year they should get in touch with me.” Abby Freethy, owner of Northwoods Gourmet Girl in Greenville explained what she was doing step-by-step as she cooked. The Civic Center smelled so good by the time she was half way through the demonstration that stomachs were growling. St. Joseph’s Healthcare provided food and nutrition education and served pumpkin risotto. From their vendor booth, they offered samples of pumpkin waffles.

Also included in education were Maine Dairy & Nutrition Council, Maine Departments of Agriculture, Farm Service Agency, Rural Development and Natural Resource & Conservation Service, the University of Maine’s Cooperative Extension, Maine Public Broadcasting Network, Maine Alternative Agriculture Association and Maine Organic Farmers & Gardeners Association.

Eastern Maine Community College’s demonstration included tea-sized appetizers, entrees and desserts using 100% Maine-grown ingredients.

“Education and relationships are important” said Perkins. “Vendors provided locally grown food to demonstrators.” Senator Susan Collins and Dana Moos, author of The Art of Breakfast cooked together while Senator Collins wore an apron made by custom apron vendor Yo Momma’s Apron Strings. Pairings served lunch made with local ingredients provided by farm vendors while Evergreen provided live music to add to the already warm ambiance of the day.

Ninety percent of last year’s vendors returned for the 2012 Festival. Judi Perkins expects to retain 90 or more percent of the vendors for next year. “They’re already talking about next year.”

Baskets of Maine, Goodnight Farm

Baskets of Maine, Goodnight Farm

The harvest doesn’t include just food. This year, nine fiber farms and artists were added to the roster. Hatie Clingerman of Downeast Fiber Farm raises rambouillet sheep. In addition to wool, she’s currently spinning poodle hair for a private customer.

downeast fiber farm Maine Harvest Festival

Down East Fiber Farm

Patricia Henner and her staff packed up a large portion of the items at Page Home & Farm Museum and moved it to the festival for the weekend. Displays such as a sap trough and other maple syrup equipment guided patrons from the door, down the hall and into the civic center. Photos of our farms of yesteryear lined the wall. Inside the Civic Center, spinning wheels for plant and animal fiber were on display. Looms were set up and ready to use with instruction from Henner and other volunteers.  The corn shucker is a reminder of how much simpler the process has become for farmers on much larger equipment. “They started the spirit of the whole festival as you came in,” Judi Perkins said.

Sap trough, Page Farm Museum

Sap trough, courtesy of Page Farm Museum

Six publishers suited to the harvest festival theme also attended as vendors. “The publishers were very happy with books sales,” said Perkins. “One of them sold more books here than a larger show elsewhere,” a good indication of Mainers’ love of cookbooks. Author Jennifer Wixson offered her book Hens and Chickens at her sister Cheryl Wixson’s booth, Chery Wixson’s Kitchen. Laurel Wixson, Cheryl’s daughter, served samples of foods created and cooked with Maine ingredients. “This butter is made from organic peaches and apples grown here in Maine,” Laurel said.

Brewers and wineries offered samples of their wares. Customers purchased bracelets that allowed four samples for $6 or eight samples for $10. While customers sampled, vendors gave advice on pairing their wines and beers with foods. “We had more wineries and brewers this year than last and expect more next year.

The $5 admission fee includes samples from many of the vendors. Candies, beef jerky and Soppressato, cow and goat cheeses, jams, jellies, sauces and desserts were available to everyone. I was pulled into Captain Mowatt’s by the samples served on tortilla chips.

Also included in the festival, Heart of Maine Symposium’s We Can Feed Maine: Why We Should and How We Go About It. John Jemison from University of Maine’s Orono campus spoke about the potential for much of Maine’s food being produced in state. Bob Neal, co-owner of The Turkey Farm along with wife Marilyn, spoke of the ability to raise enough poultry for the 1.3 million people who live in Maine. Large-scale organic production was explained by Meg Scott, owner of Nature’s Circle Farm, and Bob Burr of Blue Ribbon Farm  spoke on year-found greens production. John O’Donnell of O’Donnell’s Farm covered heart-healthy grassfed beef.

Judi Perkins looks forward to next year’s Maine Harvest Festival and once again working with Mike Dwyer and his staff. She says they’ve been invaluable over the past two years as she put together the first and second of what’s certain to be a long-standing event.

Nine week old meat chickens.

Slaughtering Day for the Meat Chickens

It was cold the day we killed the chickens. Steve finished a few projects he’d been working on outside while I did some housework and cooking. With those tasks done, we could concentrate on the birds. I put the dogs in the house. Ava, our English Shepherd, spent a lot of time with “her” birds, and I didn’t know how protective she’d be of them when they squawked as we picked them up or when they were killed.  She has epilepsy, and stress and anxiety induce seizures.

9 1/2 week old Cornish Rock meat chickens

These 9 1/2 week old meat chickens are full grown. The roosters were starting to crow.

Steve found a large, heavy firewood log that hadn’t been split yet. He pounded two large nails into the top, outside edge of the log to serve as the chopping block. The chickens should die instantly, not be wounded. The nails serve as a holder for the bird’s head.

The chopping block, equipped to hold the chicken still.

The chopping block, equipped to hold the chicken still.

Nine and a half weeks’ worth of time put into raising the chickens ended quickly. Steve set the chopping block down by the high tunnel. The first chicken squawked and flapped for a few seconds before it relaxed. He carried it to the block, put its head on the outside of the two nails, picked up the ax and with one small swing, cut off the bird’s head. Its wings flapped violently for three or four seconds. When they slowed, he placed the carcass on its back to bleed out.

I handed him one of the two birds I was holding, he killed it, and I handed him the next one. While he killed that one, I retrieved two more chickens from the high tunnel. With five birds ready to be butchered, we headed to the makeshift table.

We don’t eat the heart, liver or gizzard. We don’t know anyone who wants these organs so we no longer gut the birds. It’s kind of a shame we don’t like them but they don’t go to waste so I don’t feel bad about not using them. More about that later.

The air temperature was 40* and the breeze blew. I dislike butchering in warm weather so the cool day was most welcome.

I cut the bottom half of the legs off at the joint. They’re supposed to be great for chicken stock but I’m not able to get past the fact that they step in manure. I dropped them into the offal bucket. I cut the skin open from the bottom of the breast to the top and pulled it away from the meat. It takes a bit of strength to move the skin from the legs. I remove the skin before cooking chicken so there’s no point in going to the trouble of plucking the carcasses. I pushed the bird down the table to Steve. He removed the leg and thigh quarter as one piece, then fileted the breast meat from the bone. That’s it; that bird is done. The meat goes into a large bowl until I’m done with my portion of the work and  move it into the cooler filled with 45* well water and a block of ice where it will cool. We worked through five chickens in a half hour, picking up speed with each bird.

Tammy, a friend of mine, arrived to help us at the end of the fifth bird. We caught five birds, handing them one at a time to Steve. I removed the bottom half of the legs, Tammy cut the skin and pushed it back out of the way, and pushed the carcass down to Steve. We had ten birds finished. On the third trip to the chopping block, Steve asked for seven birds, about half of the 15 left.

Butchering the meat chickens

With the skin removed from the breast, the meat is easy to remove from the carcass.

It takes about 30 seconds to remove both halves of the breast meat.

It took two and a half hours to kill and butcher 25 birds. The roosters were impressively large weighing between 9.5 to 10.5 pounds each. The hens were seven to eight pounds each (live weight). We had more roosters than hens. I hoped for 100 pounds of meat and was very pleased with the end total of 117 pounds.

When the chicks arrived as three day old fluff balls they were kept in a plastic bin in the house. They had a heat pad for warmth. The moved outside to grass during the day and came in at night. I was eager to get them out of the house. They moved to a chicken tractor, then the high tunnel. The weather was unstable for part of the time they were in the tunnel so I had to be careful to open the doors to let the breeze cool the tunnel. There were days warm enough to make it hot inside the tunnel so the birds were outside on grass and in the garden. In the end, most days were cool and cloudy. I opened the doors on each end for air circulation and to let them out, and they often stayed inside if I gave them food. If I didn’t give them food they went out to eat but returned the extra warmth of the tunnel. The high tunnel made my work very easy. It was nice to not move the tractor twice a day at the end when they were at their biggest and messiest stage.

I let the dogs out when we finished. Ava sniffed around the table where we’d cleaned the birds, and had no interest in going to the high tunnel to see that the birds were gone. She seemed to already know. She didn’t look for them. Our morning routine involved tending the meat chickens first, then the laying hens and turkeys, then the ducks and bantam chickens. Ava rounded the corner of the shed and raced to the tunnel first each morning. She hasn’t done it since the birds were killed.  We killed chickens a month after we got her as a pup and again last year. As a two year old in her third season of working with meat chickens, she remembered how this works. She’s an excellent asset to our homestead.

The meat was cooled overnight, drained and packed in Food Saver and Ziplock freezer bags. I used quart Ziplocs that are made to prevent freezer burn. A small hand pump sucks the air out of the bag. The Ziploc bags are easier and faster to use than Food Saver bags (which you have to make individually). If they work as well in the freezer at preventing freezer burn I will use Ziploc exclusively next year.

This is the first year in many years (I don’t remember how many.) that we didn’t lose any birds to predators. It was by far the easiest, most successful year we’ve had with meat chickens.

Preparing for Slaughtering Day

Nine week old meat chickens.

Nine week old meat chickens.

Previously published in Lancaster Farming.

It’s almost here. I marked October 28 on the calendar as butchering day for the meat chickens that arrived as three-day old chicks in late August. This has been one of the easiest groups of meat birds I’ve ever raised. The unusually cold nights have evened out and the birds have grown large enough to deal with the cold. Keeping them cool enough is a bigger challenge. I have to open the tunnel up for air circulation and let them out before the daytime temperature starts to climb.

We started with 26 chicks. One died not too long after they arrived. The remaining 25 have thrived. They’re so big now that they waddle but they’ve been moving so much every day that their legs and hearts are strong. I refer to them as “the birdzillas” now. As soon as they see me walking with a bucket they waddle toward me as fast as they can. Buckets mean food and water, both of which they’re always glad to see.

The chickens have done a good job of cleaning up weeds growing in the potato section of the garden. They weren’t far behind my husband and nephew the day they started digging potatoes, and ate earthworms and insects. They’ve also done a remarkable job of stripping seeds from grasses. They never wander too far.

Ava herds any stragglers in before dark. There were a few that wanted to stay outside for the night but she broke them of that quickly. We are diligent about having them closed in safely before the raccoons and skunks are out for the night to avoid losses. A barred owl spends a lot of time in woods right behind the house and would be well fed for many days on birds this size.

The high tunnel I’m using this year is being re-purposed as an arbor for the grapes next year. It’s been very convenient and certainly kept the birds safer with less work than the chicken tractor does. I’m going to have to figure out a better plan for next year after having it so easy this year.

I’ll be shopping tomorrow for supplies. The rolls of Food Saver bags are almost empty. I need one roll of the largest bags available, and two rolls of smaller bags. I hope the largest bags are big enough to hold whole roasters. If not, I’ll have to figure out something else. The birds will be frozen up to a year; I don’t want them to get freezer burned. The smaller bags are used for pieces. We leave most of the thighs and legs together and put two in a package. About half of the breast halves are packaged together, the other half individually for convenience. A half breast is enough for chicken fajitas and sandwiches for just the two of us. I miss the ease and convenience of the zipper storage bags that allowed air to be pulled out. There’s a new one on the market, and I’ll give it a try, but I don’t have a lot of confidence in it. I’ll try it on a few packages and wait to see how well it works.

I need a new marker that will write on the packages and not smudge. Sharpies have always done well for me. Next on the list, two rolls of paper towels. We’ll use a lot of them to keep the butchering table neat and clean. (The chickens will be slaughtered away from the butchering table.) Nitrile gloves are a must-have. My hands get cold quickly. Keeping them covered with thin gloves keeps them warmer and lets me still feel what I’m doing. I’ll buy a new garden sprayer for the hose. The current sprayers have been on the ground and aren’t clean enough to use in meat processing. The new sprayer will be run through the dishwasher.

The coolers will be brought up from end-of-summer storage, scrubbed inside and out, and disinfected with a 10% bleach spray. Our well water is around 45*. We’ll cool the meat in one cooler before moving it to other coolers to store overnight on ice. I’ll do the packaging when I get in from deer hunting Monday morning.

The chest freezer will be cleaned out, defrosted and repacked between now and butchering day. We still have chickens left from last year that need to be placed in the top basket of the freezer to be sure we use them first.

Steve will sharpen the knives and ax, and prepare a new chopping block. He puts two spikes into the block to hold the chicken’s head in place.

I’ll feed the chickens for the last time on Saturday morning. They won’t get their usual pail of food late in the day Saturday. It’s easier to keep a clean work area if the birds have empty digestive tracts. They’ll have all of the water they need. If it’s not too warm on Saturday, they’ll stay in the tunnel so that they don’t fill up on grass.

I’m not looking forward to the work, and will be very glad when it’s done. It hasn’t taken a lot of time or effort to raise what I expect to be more than 100 pounds of meat for the freezer.

 

 

Kathy LaPlant untangles weeds and vines from the reeler.

Growing Cranberries in Maine

This story originally appeared in Lancaster Farming in the fall of 2011. I spent a few hours with Kathy at her bog in Downeast Maine. It was a beautiful day. It was my first trip to a bog and I learned a lot.

Maine is an ideal place to grow cranberries. The soil is acidic, days are warm during the growing season and nights are cool. Natural springs fill ponds with fresh, clean water that can be pumped into bogs for watering and flooding.

It’s the third week of October and time to harvest the cranberries at LaPlant Family Bog. Kathy LaPlant and Sue Dall, who is an employee of Jasper Wyman & Sons, operated the water reel, referred to as “the buggy.” The women looked closely through an opening in the cranberries beneath them into the water for something that doesn’t appear to be there. Dall climbed off the buggy, looked into the water and deliberately moved her feet. LaPlant moved the buggy slightly back, then to the right while Dall kept looking. Dall climbed onto the buggy and they moved forward several feet. Dall picked up a pole from the back of the buggy and expertly jabbed it into the water with enough force to make it poke into the ground and stand straight up.

“Meet me down there!” LaPlant hollered over the noise of the water reel, motioning toward two pickup trucks parked further down the bog.  As LaPlant and Dall slowly made their way toward me on the reeler, berries bobbed to the surface in a straight row behind them. A slight breeze blowing in the right direction pushed them to the end of the bog.

Kathy LaPlant and Sue Dahl harvest cranberries

Kathy LaPlant and Sue Dall work in LaPlant’s cranberry bog.

LaPlant and Dall backed the buggy up to shore, climbed down and started pulling plant matter out of the reel. “We were looking for the edge of yesterday’s work so that we could start again. We go over the berries twice. We go over the first row to get started then go over half that row again and start the next one at the same time. The poles mark where we’ve been so we know where we need to go,” LaPlant explained. Reeling the five acre bog takes a day and a half.

“Someone came in to do the dry harvesting for me last week. He used a machine for the first time. It’s much faster than raking them. In four hours he harvested 35 totes. That’s pretty good  with the learning curve,” explained LaPlant. Totes were stacked at the cottage. When the wet harvest is finished in a couple of days LaPlant will clean the dry berries. “The dry cranberries are the ones you see in bags at the store. They last longer than the berries that get wet.”

The cranberries are huge and beautiful. There aren’t many white berries floating on the water.  “They need warm, sunny days and cool nights,” Dall said. When they don’t get enough sun they ripen but they don’t turn dark red.” Dall broke a white cranberry in half to show the dark seeds in the center, an indication of ripeness. With 11 years of experience with cranberries, Sue Dall is a walking encyclopedia.

cranberries

Cranberries float on top of the water

 

LaPlant added, “They use the white cranberries to make white cranberry juice.” The bog is half full of water during reeling. When reeling is complete, LaPlant fills the bog to have it ready for booming.

“The majority of cranberry growers are women out here,” said Kathy LaPlant. “The men grow blueberries and the women started growing cranberries. I thought if they’re doing it, I can do this too.” LaPlant manages LaPlant Family Bog, one of the aspects of her family’s business.

“When I started with this, cranberries were more lucrative than they are now,” she said with a slight frown.

A five acre cranberry bog

The five acre cranberry bog

The LaPlants were harvesting trees on land owned by Murray LaPlant, Inc, the family business, when Kathy LaPlant was considering growing cranberries. “They had the heavy equipment out here thinning the red pine stand so it was convenient. They cleared this space. For a while it looked like a desert. They dug the bog and hauled in sand, installed the pipes and sprinklers. When the Tonka play was over and the fun stuff was done they left me all alone out here. I like it though.”

LaPlant lives at the bog for much of the growing season. It takes an hour and 15 minutes to drive from her home to the bog. During the coldest part of the season she has to be there to make sure the plants are protected from frost. “I turn on the sprinklers while it’s still dark and cover everything. It’s beautiful when the sun comes up. It looks like crystals when the bed is frozen.”

Kathy LaPlant untangles weeds and vines from the reeler.

Kathy LaPlant untangles weeds and vines from the reeler.

“The first time I saw it I thought I’d killed everything,” Dall said. “I called and said I didn’t know what I did but I killed them. They said it was supposed to be that way. Now I think it’s beaitful. You can’t get it in a picture, the light is never good enough.”

“I used to sleep in my truck,” LaPlant explained. Then Murray gave me a camper. Let me tell  you something. I hate mice. I walked into the camper one day and there were four mice on the sticky trap. I slept in the truck again.” Murray LaPlant was Kathy’s father-in-law and the founder of the family business. “I asked Murray if I could sell the camper for the same amount it costs to buy one of those buildings the Amish in Smyrna make, could I buy one? He said yes so that’s what I did. Mice don’t get into the cottage because there’s no plumbing holes. There’s no way for them to get in.”

LaPlant provides food for workers during the harvest. They can go into her cottage to change into dry clothes, warm up and sit down to eat. The cottage is rustic, primitive and very cozy, especially for a building that has no indoor plumbing. The lights and heat are fueled by propane. It’s small enough for the heat generated by the propane lights to keep her warm on a chilly evening. Although the bog is located close to a busy highway, the area is isolated. Tracks left by a wandering moose show how large he is. “One night I could hear him walking up to the cottage. It was during the rut and I thought I wasn’t having any of that right outside so I hit the panic button on the truck and scared him away.” LaPlant has a sharp wit and sense of humor.

“It was  a lot of work getting this done. Natural springs fill the pond. We got the permit to use the water I need from the Department of Environmental Protection. It’s piped in there,” LaPlant said as she pointed to the area where water is controlled at the edge of the bog. “There are 160 sprinkler heads in the five acres. I water them when it doesn’t rain enough. A lot of people think cranberries grow in the water. Let’s get that straight now. They don’t grow in water. They’re watered like a crop and flooded when it’s time to harvest. When there’s going to be a frost I have to run the sprinklers to protect the berries and vines.”

“I use light chemicals. It’s not organic. If I had neighbors I’d have to notify them when I chemigate but since I don’t have neighbors that’s not a problem. I use chemicals for weeds and insects three times a year. I use them lightly, that’s why I still have some tall grass in places. My family eats these and I live and work in here so I’m careful.” Both concern for and pride in her product are evident in her voice. “I walk up and down the bog with 25 pounds of fertilizer in a hand-cranked spreader.” Her left arm holds an imaginary spreader while her right arm cranks its handle. Wyman’s buys these cranberries and tests them to be sure they’re safe before using them. LaPlant has been the top producer several years for farms in her size range.

“It used to be that the cranberries were all put together and used. Now they separate them and test them. That’s good. I want my name on my cranberries,” said LaPlant. “I’m proud of what I grow.”

Cranberries need to be pollinated so bees are brought in. “It’s good timing,” she explained. “The blueberries are pollinated before the cranberries. Wyman’s brings in bees for me and then when they’re all done the beekeeper comes to get them.”

LaPlant has the largest bog in the area. Other growers have larger total acreage but smaller bogs. One acre on the far end of the rectangular bog isn’t producing well. “It needs some work before spring. In the spring I’ll prune the vines and transplant them down there.” She grows the Stevens variety which she purchased from Wisconsin. They’re larger than other berries commonly grown in Maine.

Sue Dall explained parts of the water reel as she refilled the hydraulic oil. It’s a simple three-wheeled machine used to knock the cranberries off the vines. “The hydraulic system runs on vegetable oil. If there’s a leak during harvesting the berries are safe. It smells like french fries some times. We have to pull the plants out of the reel. She has some grass in here. One year we harvested in a hurricane. There were white caps and the wind blew us sideways.”

The bog is topped off with water when reeling is complete. The second part of harvest is spent gathering the cranberries. A leaf blower is used to blow them off the edge of the pond. Someone in the water rakes the cranberries away from the edge. The boom is put together, board by board, and maneuvered through the water to move the berries to one end of the bog. “This is the part of harvesting that people think of,” said LaPlant. “This is the part you see the most.”

On the final day, Wyman’s comes to get the cranberries. “They suck them up into a truck. The water goes out one way and the plants we missed go another and the cranberries are left in the truck.”

When the harvest is finished LaPlant spends time cleaning up and getting the bog ready for winter. It’s the last few days of peace and quiet in her cottage until spring comes.

Cranberries float to the end as they're harvested, pushed by the breeze

Cranberries float to the end as they’re harvested, pushed by the breeze.

 

Bear Baiting: Or Putting My Neck on the Chopping Block

Bear baiting is probably the most controversial subject I’ll ever write about. I put it off for weeks because I knew it would bring out the ugliness of the inexperienced, emotional people. I stuck my neck out and wrote the blog.

All but one reaction was predictable. One made me laugh out loud. “Yeah…you SUCK and should be OUTLAWED.” I wished her luck in getting me outlawed. I know she meant baiting should be outlawed but really, if you can’t take a person at their word, how much faith can you put in them? I was amused. Laugh out loud amused. I’m sure it’s the first time someone has told me I should be outlawed.

A commenter with a caveman speech pattern started off with his thought. He commented the previous day in a news report about a bear being shot. Someone pointed out that the lobsters he had pictured on his Facebook page had been baited and trapped and “murdered” too. Funny…the picture disappeared. That’s ok, Gerald, we saw it. We know you eat baited and murdered lobsters.

A woman thinks I’m ridiculous and sound like I’m socializing with the bears. I have no idea how she came to that conclusion but I can’t argue her opinion. If that’s how she understood what I wrote, that’s how she understood it. It wasn’t what I was trying to convey. Maybe (no, she won’t) she’ll go back and read it again when she’s not as emotional. It is an emotional topic. Socializing with the bears. Interesting comment. Sometimes I wish I could sit down with people like her to ask how they come to their conclusions.What did I say to make her think this is a social event? Interesting. People are interesting.

So why did I take on such a controversial topic? As a former market farmer and a current homesteader raising and growing a lot of my food, I want people to think about where food comes from. Somehow, I didn’t do a very good job of that. Several people overlooked my statement that I do eat bear meat. I wasn’t shooting an animal for the thrill of shooting an animal. If I get a bear it’s meat on my dinner table. I want people to think about their food. It matters.

To all you hunters who kill animals for food

This person thinks we should eat meat made in grocery stores instead of killing animals.

Sheila Fonseca commented to say some people must still think the meat they buy in a Styrofoam package was never an animal. I hope her comment makes someone think. It’s worth sticking your neck out so that someone can have your neck on a platter when you make one person think.

Chandler’s Sugar Shack, LLC

Originally published in Lancaster Farming.

TOPSFIELD, Maine — Making maple syrup has become a tradition for the Chandler family in Topsfield, Maine.

Bob Chandler is a retired forester. Marge retired from teaching a multi-grade classroom of kindergarten through second grade in a nearby three-room elementary school. Retirement goes by the wayside in late winter and early spring when their sons, Bobby and Bart, and Bart’s wife, Jamie, pitch in to tap trees, collect sap and make maple syrup.

Bobby has moved away from the immediate area and, like his father, is a forester. It’s fitting that a forester is making maple syrup; he obviously enjoys the work. He’s working six days a week, but he’s home on Sundays to help. Bart and Jamie, high school sweethearts, recently bought a house and moved back home to Topsfield. Bart is an engineer whose skills are put to use in the family business. Jamie is the new “Mrs. Chandler” at the three-room elementary school, replacing Marge when she retired.

Chandler's Sugar Shack

Chandler’s Sugar Shack is anything but a shack. Stop in to visit!

Chandler’s Sugar Shack LLC started as a hobby five years ago. The goal was to tap 100 to 150 maple trees. They sold 40 gallons of syrup the first year. Now in their fifth year, they have 1,300 trees on tubing and 200 buckets hanging on trees.

“They’re young and they have the energy to do all this,” Bob says. “There’s a lot to it. It’s not a weekend project. It takes a lot of time to get the flagging tied to the trees to lay out a level path for the tubing. You can’t have sags in it. Then they (Bobby and Bart) put up 12-gauge high tensile wire. The tubing is tied to the wire to keep it in place.”

The Chandlers recently built a pump house for the new vacuum pump and moisture filter. The building sits just off the side of the road at the bottom of two hills. It also houses a 500-gallon stainless steel milk tank and other equipment.

“You can tell where the sap is coming from,” Bart says, “by looking at the hoses. This one’s coming in from trees behind the cemetery.” There are five hoses coming into the tank and he knows where each one originates.

While Bart explains the tank, hoses, moisture filter and vacuum pump, Bobby takes a hose from the tank in the pump house to the pickup truck. A plastic 375-gallon portable tank is strapped down in the back of the truck. The pump moves 30 gallons of sap a minute from one tank to the other.

“This is a lot easier and takes a lot less time than emptying buckets,” says Bobby.

You can’t help notice the tube that comes down the hill and crosses the road far above your head. “It fell down a few times,” explains Bobby. “It’s on that big ash tree that moves in the wind. We left it down after a few times and just put it back up when the sap started to run.”

On a recent warm morning, it’s already 40 degrees at 9 a.m., and the road is getting muddy. A truck slides around and makes ruts in the road on the way to the sugar shack. The warmth and sun make for a good sap run. Steam rolls out of the opening in the roof and the air smells faintly of maple syrup.

Gordon and Eva Severance stop by. Eva says, “We came out today because who knows what the road will be like for Maple Sunday.”

Rick Whiting, a neighbor who lives just up the road from the sugar shack, pulls in on his ATV. “A few days ago I had the snowmobile, but the road’s all mud now,” he says.

Conversations carry on about ice fishing and the nice fish being caught, questions and answers about the syrup operation, mini-tours of the equipment, what everyone’s kids are doing and the ever-changing weather. The sugar shack is a meeting place this time of year.

The next truck coming up the drive is Bart and Bobby with the freshly filled tank of sap. Bart backs into a small space between the building’s porch and the firewood. The sap is pumped out of the portable tank and into another 500-gallon stainless steel-lined tank. It goes through a cone-shaped filter before pouring into the tank. They filter it twice to make sure it’s clean, they say.

Back inside, Bob opens a closet door. “Take a look in here. This is new this year. It’s RO, reverse osmosis. That filters the sap,” he says. “The refractometer showed the sap had 1.8 to 2.0 percent sugar when it came in. It’s gotten sweeter as the sap started flowing well. After the sap goes through the reverse osmosis equipment, the water is reduced and the sugar content goes up to 6 or 7 percent. The permeate (distilled water) goes into another 500-gallon tank outside and the concentrate is pumped up to a holding tank above the ceiling. From there the concentrate feeds down into the evaporator.”

When the boiling liquid reaches 219 degrees F, it is ready to be poured off and bottled. The sugar content is now 66 to 68 percent. The Chandlers have designed their own syrup containers this year. Their name is on the container along with labeling requirements and their website, chandlerssugarshack.com. They offer one-half pint to one-half gallon containers for sale to their customers.

When Monday morning rolls around, Bob and Marge are on their own and will be for the entire week.

“It’s not too bad,” Bob says. “Marge tends to the evaporator, grading and bottling by herself when I pick up sap. It doesn’t take too long to fill the tank and drive back.

“This isn’t the hardest part. The stuff that takes the most time is done before the sap starts running. We could use an animal control officer,” Bob says with a slight laugh. “Moose could be a problem in the tubes. We knew we had a leak some where because the amount of pressure didn’t match the amount of sap coming in. We didn’t find the leak until the sap was running good. The boys had to cut out a length of tube that a bear chewed and replace it with a new piece.”

Around noontime, Bart heads for the door with a piece of high tensile wire he and Bobby cut earlier. A piece of wire kinked and snapped, letting the tubing sag.

“Stop at the house and tell your mother I’m ready for lunch now,” Bob says. He started boiling at 6 a.m., and boiling will continue until around 6 p.m.

Bob occasionally rises from his chair by the evaporator to skim foam from the boiling sap or add a drop of organic canola oil to reduce the foaming. When the door to the firebox of the evaporator opens the loud boiling sounds are replaced by the roar of the fire. When the door closes, it’s quiet for only a few seconds. The sap quickly returns to a hard, noisy boil. They burn approximately six cords of wood. Some of it is slab scraps from Bob’s custom sawmill and the rest is hardwood they cut, split and stack.

The Chandlers don’t advertise for Maine Maple Sunday, which will be held this weekend, because they don’t know what the dirt road to the sugar shack will be like. They don’t want anyone to make a long trip and find out that the road isn’t easily passable. As long as the sap is running, though, they’ll be there and people are welcome to stop in. They had so many visitors last year that they had to buy more vanilla ice cream to serve with the fresh syrup. Visitors have come on Maine Maple Sunday from as far away as Texas and Kentucky.

Bob doesn’t know exactly how many gallons of syrup he expects to make this year. “They told us when we bought the RO and vacuum that this would be a transitional year. We tapped more trees, but we’ll boil less sap to make more syrup. How much we make depends on the weather and how the sap runs, and how it goes with the new equipment. We’re learning a lot this year.”

One hundred fifty taps in the beginning has increased to 1,500 taps this year, and they’re not done yet.

“The boys want to increase to around 4,000 taps next year. We’ll lease a lot with around 2,300 trees next year,” Bob said. “This evaporator isn’t big enough for what they want to do next year … but that’s a conversation for another day.”

I’m Not a Farmer Anymore

An hour on the tractor this morning was a sharp reminder that I’m not a farmer anymore. I loved being a farmer even when farmers were thought of as too stupid to do anything else. Someone told a friend a few years ago that Maine was full of farmers because we’re not very smart people. She’d starve to death if she had to be responsible for her food so while it was an insulting comment, it was also quite hilarious.

Part of what I miss is the short and long-term planning involved in growing vegetables. Choosing varieties is complicated if you’re a market farmer. One year everyone wanted heirloom tomatoes because they read about them in New York Times, but I didn’t have them. I grew a few plants of a bunch of varieties the following year so that we could taste test them. Customers liked some, not others and the consensus was overwhelmingly positive. They wanted lots more heirlooms the following year. I cut back on Early Girl, the round, red, traditional tomato in this area and grew lots of heirlooms. They didn’t want them. Maybe they really did like that Early Girl better. It’s always a guessing game.

Along with what to grow is the puzzle of where to grow everything. Crop rotation is an important part of natural growing. I don’t use petrochemical 10-10-10 fertilizer so I had to keep track of what used a lot of nitrogen (corn) one year so that I could help replace it the following year (legumes). Keeping track of pests from one area to another was a challenge, and I love a challenge.

I miss the busloads of kids who pulled up out front and started asking a million questions before half the kids were off the bus. Pony rides and picnic lunches. Cracking duck, chicken and turkey eggs, no two ever looking alike, was always fun. They learned that an eggs is an egg is an egg is not so overall. A green chicken egg looks like a blue egg, and a blue egg looks like the brown egg, which looks like the green egg…when the shell is gone. But duck eggs don’t look like turkey or chicken eggs when you crack them open. There are visual and textural differences. They pet 600 pound pigs, goats in various sizes, milked goats, learned about herding dogs and different breeds of cattle. They learned about white versus red turkeys and big yellow chickens compared to tiny, fluffy white chickens. When the pre-k and first grade came from Peter Dana Point, a Passamaquoddy school on the reservation two towns over, they same to me. They sang in Passamaquoddy, a language I in no way understand. I didn’t know what they were singing but loved their adorable faces and their little voices singing through big smiles. And then, I knew the song. “E I E I Ooooooo.” I miss the kids.

Sometimes I miss cattle, pigs, goats and horses. And 30 seconds later, I’m over it. I was not cut out for livestock farming. It’s not sad when a tomato plant dies but when you have to put down a beautiful buck that got tetanus in spite of being vaccinated, it’s rough. I never imagined myself reaching into the back end of a goat to turn her tiny unborn babies so that they could be born, but I did it. I miss piglets but not pushy 300 pound pigs. All three of our equines were rescues that we rehabbed. They died here and are buried here on the farm. I found Cola dead, without any sign of what might have been wrong. I spent two days with vets coming to the farm to save our much loved, stubborn as hell, cute and funny pony named Andy. A friend was with me when I checked on him last, waiting for the vet to come out third time and put him down. We stepped away from the barn door, took a few steps and heard him hit the floor. I don’t know that the friend will ever really get over that. If I bring it up now, nine or ten years later, she gets teary. The worst loss was Gia, Kristin’s AQHA mare. I’m not talking about her today, but I will tell her story here eventually.

I don’t miss moose walking through the electric fence during the night and not discovering it until the cows were up the road. I don’t miss mucking stalls during January thaw but I do miss all that manure and straw for the gardens. I don’t miss forcing myself to work when it was 90* and farmers market or a restaurant delivery was coming up the next day. I hate the heat and think I might just die if I have to work when it’s 80*. So many things that were critically important when I was a farmer just don’t matter anymore. I’m a million times more casual about the garden now.

You know what I really miss? The money. You might be amazed at how much money you can gross on an acre of garden using extensive season extension to stretch the growing season.

I’m going to finish planting this afternoon. The garden is small, about a third of an acre (not counting the high tunnels), and it won’t take long. Beans, corn, carrots, zucchini, yellow summer squash and a few other things are left. It’s late to plant but I’m glad I didn’t have to stress over a cold, wet start to month of June.

Maine Maple Sunday 2012

Originally published in Lancaster Farming.

Two thousand twelve might go down in history as the toughest maple syrup season in history. No one expects temperatures to go into the 80’s in March, at the height of the sap run. Six days of record-breaking high temperatures in a row along with nights that didn’t go below 40° all but stopped the sap flow in many parts of Maine.  No syrup maker wants to see butterflies flying around the sugar shack a few days before Maine Maple Sunday but it happened.

Bob Chandler walks out to greet visitors to the sugar shack from Grand Lake Stream

Bob Chandler walks out to greet visitors coming to the sugar shack from Grand Lake Stream.

All wasn’t lost. On March 25, more than 125 sugar shacks around the state opened their doors to the public. The hot days were long gone, replaced by snow, freezing rain, rain and sleet. The weather didn’t stop more than 200 people from stopping at Chandler’s Sugar Shack’s grand opening of their new facility. Visitors slipped and spun their way up the steep driveway to the parking area. When the parking lot filled, additional visitors parked on the side of the road and braved the weather to walk up the hill. Downeast Lakes Land Trust sponsored a field trip to Chandler’s Sugar Shack. Bob Chandler greeted guests as they unloaded from the bus.

Bob Chandler walks out to greet visitors to the sugar shack from Grand Lake Stream

Bob Chandler walks out to greet visitors to the sugar shack from Grand Lake Stream

A few sugar shacks were unable to open because of the weather. Dana Smith, a new sugar maker in the Bangor area, didn’t open because the road to his sugar shack was too muddy. “I slept here last night,” he said, “to be sure that I could be here today. I didn’t want to take a chance of not making it through the mud and losing sap. We couldn’t open to the public today. The ground is thawing so fast the road isn’t draining fast enough to keep up with it. We’d have cars stuck in the road and I wasn’t sure I’d have enough sap to boil all day. This wasn’t the first impression I wanted to make so we decided to wait until next year.” Smith is discouraged by the outcome of his first year making syrup.  He hoped to make 30 gallons but expects the total to be closer to eight.

Joanne Kelley of Tennessee visited Nash Family Farm in Windham.  She was surprised by how much work goes into making syrup. “You hear about boiling sap and you know it takes 40 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup,” she said, “but I didn’t think about what goes into the process. I’m 67 years old. I couldn’t empty all those buckets and drill all those holes. I bought two gallons of syrup. I don’t know that I’ll ever be back in Maine to do this again. My husband’s traveling on business and he’s retiring this year, you know, so we might not get back here again.”

Bob’s Sugar House in Dover-Foxcroft opened for the weekend instead of Sunday only. They donated the 10 gallons maple syrup used in the public breakfast at the fire station Sunday morning. By the time breakfast was over close to 1,000 people enjoyed a huge breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs, home fries, French toast, pancakes, coffee, milk and juice.

Chloe Alley, age six, visited Bob’s with her mom, Mary. “I didn’t know that you can put this syrup that they make on ice cream,” Chloe said with a big syrup-covered smile. “It’s very good, and my mom said I couldn’t have any more there, but I have some at home because she got me some of the syrup.” According to Mary Alley, Chloe will eat anything if it has maple syrup in it, including oatmeal that she normally doesn’t like. Chloe’s friend Marley plans to make maple syrup in her backyard next year after watching the process at Bob’s Sugar House. She doesn’t know if she has maple trees at home but she’s confident her father will buy them for her. Mary Alley grinned as she said, “I can’t wait to tell him he’s buying 40 year old maple trees to plant in the back yard so that she can make syrup.”

The maple syrup season came to an abrupt end at the end of Maine Maple Sunday for many producers. The weather forecast calls for warm, cloudy days and nights above freezing. It was a difficult year that many are both sad and glad to see over.

It seems only natural to add maple syrup to Maine’s seafood. Maple Curried Scallops is a delicious, simple way to use maple syrup.

Maine Maple Curried Scallops Recipe

Combine in a bowl:

¼ cup maple syrup
1/4 cup Raye’s Maple Horseradish Mustard
2 tsp curry powder

Arrange two pounds of scallops on a broiler pan and brush with one half of the sauce. Broil for five minutes, turn the scallops over and brush with the remaining sauce. Broil five more minutes. Any grade of syrup is suitable for this recipe. If you don’t like horseradish you can substitute any prepared mustard.

The End is Near

9/10/2011 10:00 AM
By Robin Follette Maine Correspondent

The end of the “warm” growing season is near.

The average annual first-frost date jumps around so much now that I no longer know what it really is anymore. I’m sticking with Sept. 15. The 10-day forecast shows nights in the mid-40s.

There isn’t a lot left in the garden. Most of the extra bush beans I planted specifically to feed the soil are now … feeding the soil. Sometimes I get the “I’m done” bug and watch out garden, you’re going down.

Until the something-or-other on the three-point hitch came undone, I was a rototilling wild woman one afternoon. I called Steve, my husband, to explain to him what was wrong in hopes that he could tell me how to fix it.

“The blue one is hanging down, swinging back and forth.” He asked which blue one. I hadn’t noticed that all three are blue. He asked what was happening, or not happening. The tiller wouldn’t pick up. It turned, but I couldn’t lift it anymore. That was the end of tilling that day. I’ll never claim to be mechanically inclined.

My kitchen looks like a cannery. There are two roasters full of tomatoes in the oven, a pressure canner cooling on the sideboard, another canner heating up, jars of tomato sauce popping and salsa verde waiting to be put away. The countertops are lined with empty jars, boxes of shiny new lids and a bowl of rings, all waiting to be used.

I’m reasonably sure there’s a sink under the pile of dirty dishes in front of the window. I vaguely remember seeing the bottom of the sink for more than five minutes, though that was days ago.

The tomatillo jungle, a double-wide row of plants in one side of a high tunnel, will be pulled this week. I’m looking forward to that monstrosity being nothing but a bad memory. In their place, I’ll plant spinach, boc choy, turnip, baby beet greens and other cold weather greens.

I’m ready for the tomato plants to be, too. I have most of what I’m going to can put up. The cherry and grape tomato plants will stay in so that kids at a local elementary school can have them for snacks. I’ll save a couple of Jet Star tomato plants and two cucumber vines. The rest will be gone soon.

Opalka produced very well again this year, both inside the tunnel and outside. More cold weather greens will be planted when these plants are pulled.

Pumpkins, squash and gourds are my favorites. This year, thanks to aged poultry manure, I have beautiful pumpkins and gourds. Cinderella pumpkins are red and the warty Galeux is very warty. It’s a little too soon to be sure of what the seeded winter squash will do. They need more time than Sept. 15; I hope they get it. The winter squash I transplanted are just about ready to be cut.

For the first time ever, the watermelon have done well. They’re not as sweet as we’d like them to be because of extreme rain, but they taste good.

The onions are beautiful. I learned this year that I’ve not watered my onions enough. A very wet August finished off the onions beautifully. They’re spread out to dry now. Soon, the storage variety will hang in the dark pantry in mesh bags. The red onions will be eaten fresh and another variety will be sliced and dehydrated for use when the whole onions run out. The garlic is disappointingly small. I’m blaming the soil. The best garlic has been set aside as seed and will be planted in October.

The corn is taller than me this year. It’s nice to look out the kitchen window and see it standing there. I’m holding my breath, hoping it fills out before frost. I’m eager to have my fill of late-season corn and to cut the stalks for fall decoration. They’ll look nice bundled and sitting beside the great pumpkins on the back porch and out by the mailbox.

There’s still time for radishes, salad turnip, cold-tolerant lettuces, spinach and more out of the regular garden. When frost threatens, I’ll put low tunnels over the plants. They’ll be opened in the morning, closed in late afternoon and give me up to two months of additional growing time outside. Or maybe longer.

We’ll see how early the snow starts and if it stays or melts.
 

Lincoln Lakes Olde Tyme Butcher Shoppe

Most of my favorite businesses are small and locally owned.

If I need vegetables I haven’t grown myself, I go to the local farmstand or farmers market. I’ve never been told “I don’t work in this department” at the local hardware store. The convenience store a couple of miles from home sells locally raised milk, butter, vegetables, eggs and fishing bait, as well as beer, bread, ice and gifts from local artisans. You can buy stamps and mail packages at the little post office in the back corner. It’s great!

I noticed a new sign while driving through Lincoln a few weeks ago. Lincoln Lakes Olde Tyme Butcher Shoppe. Where? I didn’t see a new building, and since I was on my way to an appointment, there wasn’t time to turn around. I looked again on my next trip through Lincoln. The sign was placed at the end of a narrow dirt road. It was intriguing. A big commercial entity wouldn’t be placing a new business down a rough dirt road out of sight. I made a mental note to ask around.

“It’s Erroll Libby’s butcher shop,” a friend said. My expression was clear — I was clueless. “He was the butcher at the grocery store downtown.” Oh! Then I knew who she meant. I don’t often shop in that store, but I’d been impressed with the cuts of meat purchased for a holiday weekend get-together.

After visiting the store and liking everything I bought, I thought I’d get to know more about my new-found favorite butcher shop.

The road is rough, but it’s short, about a tenth of a mile. As Libby said, “This is Maine, roads are rough. It will be smooth this winter when the snow fills in the holes.” He wasn’t kidding. That’s how it works out here.

The butcher shop is attached to Libby’s home.

“This has been a dream of mine for seven, eight or nine years,” Libby said.

He’s been a butcher for 11 or 12 years, but owning and running a business is new. The store opened April 22 after a lot of work done by Libby and his father, Erroll Libby Sr. The butcher shop is in what used to be the attached garage. I had to look around carefully to imagine a garage with its big door and tools. I thought it was an addition to the house built for the shop.

Cleaning out the garage brought back a lot of memories for Libby. He grew up in the house. He bought it from his parents.

Small business, plus it’s tucked away, plus it’s the house he grew up in — I love a good story.

Maple Lane Farms in Charleston supplies locally raised beef. It’s a small part of the beef sold in the butcher shop and isn’t always available. Next time I’m in I’ll be placing an order. Maple Lane processed a beef critter for me once and the pig that’s being raised for me is going to be sent to Maple Lane. Beans and Rices red hotdogs are available, too. They’re by no means small businesses, but they’re local as far as being in-state.

The butcher shop also has a display of barbecue sauces that are new to me. Schotterbeck & Foss is a Portland company. I picked up a bottle to try on a chuck steak.

It’s good to hear that Libby is interested in talking with local farmers about the meats they’re raising.

Libby’s children work in the family business. Tysen is 13. He grinds burger and works behind the counter. Tressa is 12 and Katey is 10. All of the kids clean and run the register. Libby’s engaged to Angela Corrado. She works in the shop, too, and so does Lance, her 3-year-old son.

“I was washing the glass the other day and Lance got a paper towel and started helping. Now we can say all four kids help out,” he said.

When I first heard about Lincoln Lakes Olde Tyme Butcher Shop, almost 700 people had “liked” the shop on its Facebook page. When I checked last month, it was up to 1,002. That’s a lot of people since April.

If you happen to be in Lincoln, Maine, look for a small sign next door to Tim Horton’s, on the edge of a dirt road. It’s worth a 60-second ride down a bumpy road. I’ll be there on a regular basis to get the hot sausage patties. They’re making the seasoning and the patties right there in the shop!

Robin Follette and her husband, Steve, operate Seasons Eatings Farm in Talmadge, Maine.

Garlic Scapes

Previously published.

There was a surprise waiting for me in the garden this morning. Long and thin, a sharp curl, light green — garlic scapes!

I wasn’t expecting to have scapes for several more weeks. They are coming out on what seems to be an early variety of garlic called Phillips. I planted only a pound of cloves from this variety so there aren’t a lot of scapes to use yet. This is an unexpected treat. I’m going to make garlic scape pesto to serve on penne rigate pasta.

There was a surprise waiting for me in the garden this morning. Long and thin, a sharp curl, light green — garlic scapes!

When growing garlic you either can, must or do not have to cut the scape from the plant. It will either not make a difference, drastically stunt or only marginally affect the size of the garlic cloves. I’ve been told each of these pieces of advice by people who have a lot more experience than I.

I haven’t been growing garlic for long. This is the second successful year after a few years of miserable failure caused by planting the cloves in the spring rather than the fall. In my defense, I’d never seen a healthy garlic plant in person until I finally had them growing in the garden last year. I really had no idea what I was doing wrong.

I was told I could plant the cloves early in the spring and have beautiful garlic in late summer because Maine summers are so cool. The people who told me this must have thought Maine borders Siberia rather than Canada. Now I know. I plant in late September, water well, mulch heavily with oat straw and forget about it until spring.

This afternoon I’m going to cut a dozen scapes for tonight’s pesto. Pesto can be simple or, well, complicated isn’t the right word. It can have two ingredients, pulverized scapes and olive oil, if you want to keep it very simple. If you have time, a few more ingredients make a fantastic pesto. Here’s my recipe.

1 cup of chopped garlic scapes. (8 to 10 scapes, depending upon size)

1/3 cup Parmesan cheese

1/3 cup almonds or walnut halves

½ cup extra virgin olive oil

Salt to taste

 

Place the scapes and nuts into a food processor and pulse until both are in small pieces. Now pour the olive oil slowly into the scapes and nuts with the food processor pulsing. When the combination of oil, scapes and nuts is smooth pour it into a bowl. Fold in the Parmesan and add salt to taste.

Garlic scapes are much milder in flavor than garlic cloves. It won’t be overpowering for bruschetta. I cook a pound of penne rigate and use at least a half cup of garlic scape pesto. When using basil pesto, which is much stronger in flavor, I use only 1/3 cup for the same pound of pasta.

If you’re making homemade bread you can replace some of the water and the oil or butter with pesto. The scapes lightly color the bread and lend a great flavor. It’s great to use for a grilled cheese sandwich.

If you like big flavor, you can double the recipe offered here with a small change. Rather than doubling the scapes, use a cup of pulverized scapes and a tightly-packed cup of basil leaves.

Last year I froze pesto in ice cube trays. It sounded like a very small amount but it did turn out to be practical. When I made soup over the winter, I could take out a cube or two to add flavor. A cube per serving of pasta was perfect.

According to the University of Maine Cooperative Extension, we shouldn’t can pesto at home because it contains oil. I did can pickled garlic scapes that turned out very well. This year I’ll try another recipe for pickled scapes and a few twists in the pesto recipe. I think sunflower seeds would be good, rather than walnuts or almonds.

When the rest of the garlic produces scapes, I’ll be trying my hand at humus. I’m still learning about garlic and scapes. It’s nice to have something new in the garden.

 

Robin Follette and her husband, Steve, operate Seasons Eatings Farm in Talmadge, Maine.

 

After The Rain Farm

Robin Follette
Previously Published in Lancaster Farming newspaper.

ALEXANDER, Maine — Route 9 is a busy highway. It’s the main route used by chip and log trucks traveling to and from Woodland Pulp and 18-wheelers carrying goods to eastern Maine. Canadians on their way to Bangor use Route 9, as do the majority of tourists entering and leaving the area.

A few miles before Route 9 meets U.S. Route 1 in Baring sits a small farm. It’s out of sight for most drivers traveling 60 to 70 miles per hour. If you know it’s there, you might catch a glimpse of a low tunnel through the trees on your way by.

The Carters move the cover off a pod they use for season extension.

Just when you think you must have gone past it, the driveway to After The Rain Farm appears. You drive past a neighbor’s home and follow the driveway away from the busy highway and into a different world. The noisy trucks are barely heard. The wide road is replaced with a narrow gravel driveway, soft in spots because of recent snow and rain. On the right, those low tunnels you might have seen from the road are protecting a very early planting of peas, cabbage and kale. Nearby, apple and pear trees, grapevines and strawberry plants are waiting for spring. Spring is about a month late this year. They grow a variety of vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers.

After The Rain Farm is home to Ted and Liz Carter. They’ve lived here since 1979. Liz is an artist and homeschooled their two children. Ted taught first grade for 31 years before retirement.. They started a “full service” CSA in 1996.

“We let ourselves into homes, put food on the counter and in the refrigerator and flowers in the vase,” said Ted.

“At the time, CSA was enough for us,” Liz said.

Ted was still teaching. The CSA worked well for them through 2003, when they decided it was time for a change. That year, they operated the CSA and became vendors at Sunrise County Farmers Market in Calais.

“The market in Calais was doing well and we wanted to support it as it was growing,” Ted said.

A cold frame is used to extend both ends of the growing season.

After a year of running the CSA and attending a farmers market, it was time to make a decision.

“We liked CSA, but we can’t do both. We were stretched too thin,” said Liz. Ted still had a full-time teaching job at the time, so they decided to stay with the farmers market. They returned to the market in Calais in 2004, but took 2005 off when Liz was diagnosed with breast cancer. The Carters returned to the farmers market in 2006 and are still there. In 2010 they became members of Machias Valley Farmers Market, their second market.

“Machias has been very accommodating,” Ted said. “It’s open Friday and Saturday. We’re there on Friday because it works with when we have vegetables to pick. We’re usually the only ones there. People stop on their way to Hannaford (grocery store) and get what they want. Then they pick up the rest at Hannaford. The customers are dependable.

“We’re limited to two markets because it takes so much time to pick and clean the vegetables. We’ve upped our production by 50 to 60 percent to add the Machias market,” Ted said.

The Carters enjoy farmers markets very much. They both went to market in the beginning, but soon realized one of them needed to stay home to work in the garden. Liz continued to attend the market, while Ted worked in the garden.

“Farmers market is like a garden party. You get to hear other people’s stories. They tell you about their gardens. It’s a sense of community. People are visiting while they’re waiting in line,” she said. Ted goes to market now. “He’s good at sales,” Liz said.

“I enjoy the personal interplay at market,” Ted said. “I’m a social being. It’s gratifying to know people are eating our food.”

Ted and Liz work together as well as separately in their day-to-day farm work. “We dovetail,” said Ted. He organizes seeds, chooses most of the varieties, starts seeds, manages succession planting and works outside in the garden and high tunnels. Seed starting begins in late February or early March. The last succession is seeded in August. They work together when needed.

Liz adds and deletes varieties on the seed list depending on their popularity and how well they produce. She tends to watering the seedlings. “She’s the one who notices what’s happening,” Ted admitted. “She notices plant health and pests.”

Liz laughed and added, “I’m the one who comes in and says, Oh my God! Did you see the potato bugs or the flea beetles or the sick plants or whatever I find going on.”

Ted retired at the end of the school year in 2009. “Our customers made it easier to retire,” he said. “They told me how much they loved our vegetables and how good they taste. There’s a lot of gratitude.”

Liz and Ted have found a rhythm in working together. “I don’t go into Liz’s world,” Ted said, smiling. “She grows the herbs and flowers. I don’t know what they are. I was pulling them up when I was weeding.”

Liz no longer interplants herbs and flowers in the vegetables. “I’d plant something and go back to check on it and it would be gone. He thought he was weeding,” she said.

Liz’s hard work in the herb and flower gardens shows even in mid-spring when few plants are growing. The farm is beautiful.

There are several challenges to face each year. Ted was quick to say the weather is the biggest challenge of all. If you don’t like the weather in Maine, wait a minute. It will change. In a two-hour span, the sky cleared a bit and the sun peeked out. That was soon followed by heavy rain, a temperature drop that brought heavy snow and then a steady sleet that pelted the poly covering the high tunnel.

Liz planted the first seeds on March 31, the day before the April Fool’s Day nor’easter. They placed low tunnels over the rows to give the seeds protection and a little added warmth. Steam escaped the low tunnel recently when they pulled back the cover to show rows of 1-inch-tall seedlings.

Season extenders are used to start the growing season in late March and continue into May. By November, they’re ready for a winter break. The greenhouse used for seed starting is attached to their home. They harden plants off in cold frames they’ve built. There are high tunnels and solar pods in use.

The soil is another challenge. They have a small mountain of aged horse manure that would make any gardener envious.

“There’s never enough compost,” said Liz. “We’re always working to improve the soil.”

In addition to the aged manure and compost, they use cover crops and foliar sprays of compost tea and an amendment called MPM from Lancaster Agriculture Products in Pennsylvania.

“Cancer made us step it up,” Liz said. “The soil will help heal us.”

“We’re dependent on the top 6 inches of soil,” Ted said. “We have to take care of it. If not, we’re in trouble. So we make the soil the best we can.”

“Two markets is perfect,” said Ted. “A week between markets is too much. The beans get too big, so we pick them and drop them right there on the ground. A second market a week means nothing goes by. We’re at our limit now with two markets.”

There’s room to expand the gardens. After a working visit last year from Mark Fulford, a soil scientist, they have started using strip tilling in a new area. They’re expanding the barn to build an apartment on the top floor to provide residence for two interns, preferably a couple. They’re hoping interns, or possibly journey people, will like the area and want to stay at the end of their internship.

“A motivated couple could start their own garden here and add a third market a week,” Ted said.

The apartment will be ready by the beginning of the 2012 season. The Carters are eager to share their knowledge of growing and love of farmers market.

Cook Off!

Originally published in Lancaster Farming, October, 2011

The message on my voice mail from Jane Smith, principal of a nearby elementary school, asked me to call her. I assumed she was looking for vegetables for the school’s snack program. She was not. Instead, she told me about the new cook off during Baileyville’s Octoberfest. I barely let her finish her sentence when she said she was looking for judges before saying, “I’d love to do that!” Judging a competition filled with local people using fruits and vegetables they grew or picked nearby was an honor. A lot of work and time goes into putting food up and it’s something I appreciate.

It was a perfect October day for a cook off. The sun was bright, the breeze light and it was an unusually warm 75 degrees. Jars of jam, jelly, pickles and relish were already sitting on one end of the folding table. Two pumpkin and an apple pie waited on the other end, and large red, white and blue ribbons graced the center of the table. Trophies were tucked away, out of sight.

Fellow judges Wibley, Dolly and Mona joined me at the table. Judging started with pies. Each of us sliced our own piece of apple pie so that we could get a feel for the crust and filling. Slices were regrettably small. Is there any such thing as too much pie? We scored the pie from one to five in each section for a total of 100 possible points to be earned. We judged filling and crust individually for taste, texture and appearance. I’ve never put so much thought into filling and crust separately. When I eat pie, I eat filling and crust together. The last taste of each pie was crust and filling together and after thoughtfully tasting them separately, I enjoyed them together a little more, I think. All of the pies were delicious. Comments such as “choose an apple that doesn’t cook down into sauce to keep your top crust full” were meant to be helpful, but I questioned my credentials. I’m not a pie expert by any means. Who am I to pick apart someone else’s cooking? A very grateful person who is glad to have been called to judge, that’s who. Maxine Palmeter won best pie with her apple pie. She also won best apple pie. Iris Brown won best pumpkin pie with her perfectly baked pie.

Judging jam and jelly took much longer than the pies. Jars were opened one at a time so that we could listen for the telltale pop of the lid losing its seal. I love a preserve that tastes like its fruit, not just sweet. It takes so much time to pick cherries, blackberries, strawberries and other fruits that it’s a shame to lose their flavor to sugar. One jar of peach cherry jam stood out. Peaches are starting to catch on in Maine. New trees, including mine this year, are being planted each year. Like the pies, each section on the judge’s sheet was worth one to five points. Preserves could earn a total of 75 points. We looked at the clarity of jelly, cleanliness of jars, proper lids and much more. I don’t like hot foods and knew that one particular jelly was going to be difficult for me. The seal popped and the jar was placed on the table. I gingerly dipped my spoon into the hot pepper jelly and hesitated before slowly putting the spoon in my mouth. Holy smokes! It was hot! I deliberately didn’t show any expression and hopped my eyes would not literally pop out of their sockets. And then, in just a few seconds, I wanted more. I wanted the whole jar to myself. The heat faded and was replaced by the richest flavors I’ve ever tasted in jelly. I’ll be looking for Frank Crosby to ask for his hot pepper jelly recipe. It’s the only entry I gave a perfect score. It was hot, like it was supposed to be. It was rich in flavor and color and smelled as good as it tasted. The head space was perfect. I’d been stingy on points for head space because it’s a safety issue. This jar earned all five points. Rachel Hamilton won best jelly with her crab apple jelly. Frank Crosby placed second with the hot pepper jelly I loved so much. Sherry Emery and Marie Cantelli placed third with crab apple jelly.

Every jar of jam was perfectly blended; there wasn’t any separation of fruit and juice. Iris Brown won first place in jam with very tasty peach cherry jam. She also won second place with perfectly blended raspberry jam that tasted exactly like sweet, fresh raspberries.

Relishes were up next. I enjoyed the differences in relishes sharing the same name. No zucchini relishes tasted alike. The personal touch of each entrant was evident in their finished product. I wouldn’t have thought to add a small amount of finely shredded cabbage to beet relish but it was exactly what it needed to make Ray Moorse’s beet relish stand out and take first place. Something in the spices of Christine Dickie’s zucchini relish gave it a little extra flavor. She won second place. If I were picking a relish to add to my hotdog, I’d choose Gloria Sockabin’s sweet relish. It had the perfect amount of crispness and spices to go well with a hotdog without overwhelming it. Gloria won third place.

There’s nothing like a crunchy, good tasting homemade pickle and Christine Dickie knows how to make them. Her first place Golden Globe pickles were the right texture, something hard to do with this kind of pickle. My favorite pickled vegetable is beets. Iris Brown was on a roll with winning entries and earned second place for her pickled beets. They were perfectly cooked before pickling, cut into bite sized pieces and held their beet flavor in the vinegar, sugar and spices. Gloria Sockabasin won third place for her basic cucumber pickles, a good old-fashioned pickled.

Before leaving I asked, “Jane, will you call me again next year? I’d love to do this again.” She’s already called. Not only do I get to judge next year, I’m gong to help her coordinate details for the cook off. There were 11 entrants this year. During the two and a half hours of judging, lots of people stopped to say they didn’t know about the contest and will be entering next year. As much as I’d love to enter and hope to win a ribbon or two, I don’t want to give up getting to taste so many great homemade foods. It was a lot of fun and I’m already looking forward to Baileyville’s Octoberfest 2012.

Chandler’s Sugar Shack

It’s Take My Husband to Work Day. He’s chauffeuring me to Topsfield for my interview with Bob, Margie, Bobby, Bart and Jamie Chandler. I’m writing a feature story for Lancaster Farming. It’s a perfect morning to be collecting and boiling sap and bottling syrup. I’m taking my usual pens, paper, recorder, notes, list of questions, camera and unperfected ability to stay out of the way while interviewing and observing. Time to jump in the shower and get going! I’ll be back with photos later.

LATER:

Chandler’s Sugar Shack

Maine Couple Turns Hobby into Maple Business

Front Page

An article I wrote about MOOMilk appeared on the front page of this weekend’s edition of Lancaster Farming. It’s the first time I’ve made the front page since my first article appeared September 4. I’ve struggled with reporting because I didn’t like calling people at home out of the blue. Advice from members of a writers group helped immensely. I think I’m over that hurdle.

MOOMilk pg 1

MOOMilk pg 2

Also in this weekend’s edition, a story about Jana Markow’s Calais Farmers Marketplace. Jana’s provided a great service for farmers, producers and consumers in the Calais area by starting up a buying club.

CFM pg 1

CFM pg 2

I need to write my column, submit my February invoice and start some cinnamon raisin bread. When I get done I’ll come back to tell you about the dogs.

Show ‘n Tell on the Homestead

Broad breasted white turkeys

Broad Breasted White Turkey

There’s not a lot of time for writing right now. How about some Show ‘n Tell?  Let’s start with the turkeys. They’re now 8.5 weeks old and growing like crazy. They live in a turkey tractor with a fenced in yard. When we move the tractor the turkeys get a brief chance to roam. They love dill and cabbage.

Juliette tomatoes, how to prune tomatoes

Juliette Tomatoes

sungold tomatoes, how to prune tomatoes

Sungold Tomatoes

I prune suckers from the tomato plants until they’re so high I can’t reach. The cherry tomato plants are 11-12′ tall now. It won’t be long before I’m picking the tomatoes on a step ladder.

Jet Star tomato, how to prune suckers

Jet Star Tomato, in need of pruning

Jet Star tomato, how to prune suckers

Jet Star tomato, how to prune suckers

I’ll spend the rest of today digging the garlic. I’m about a quarter of the way through. Tomatillos need to be picked and readied for delivery to Bank Square Pizza in Eastport. Bushels of tomatoes will be picked for pre-orders going out for delivery tomorrow morning. Fall planting has started. It won’t be long before it’s time to pull the tomato plants from the tunnels. I hate that day. Perfectly healthy plants will come out to make room for the fall/winter plants. I learned my lesson two years ago when I didn’t do it soon enough and didn’t have much growing in the tunnel that winter because plants didn’t establish themselves well before going dormant.

The pumpkin field is a failure. We haven’t had enough rain to keep the plants going. I’m thinking through some ideas on what to do next year. I’ll get it figured out.When I till it under I’ll plant a cover crop to help protect the soil and add a little green manure. It will most likely be winter rye and maybe a legume mixed in.

It’s time to turn under the spent beans. They finished up early this year because they started so early. I won’t have them for Farm To School. I’m doing a lot of shuffling for the schools for the first six weeks of the contract. Not fun. The last planting of broccoli is done and going under too. I’ll replant that field with broccoli, peppers, eggplant, etc. with winter rye as a cover crop.

I’m writing for Lancaster Farming now. I submitted the first article a few days ago. LF covers Maine to Virginia and is looking for more news in Maine. I’m VERY excited to be writing for them. I’ll do a little reporting and write a column. My winter plans are solid now that I have a new paying job!