CSA Week 8: A Love Story by Betti


July 20, 2012
Saturday Pick-up: July 21st 1:30-4:30 p.m.
Tuesday Pick-up: July 24th 3:30-6:30 p.m.

This Week's Selection:
lettuce, chard, collards, kale, herbs, beets, carrots, cucumbers, summer squash, garlic, cabbage,
and maybe a few more surprises along the way

A bouquet of summer

Dear Friends,

My love for farm life started in my late teens on a trip out of the city, where I grew up, with a friend to visit a farm in Greene county. I remember the air, the smell and the beauty of this man’s grape orchard and the love he had for nature. I tucked that experience away and went to college, worked, married, became a mother, etc. I started slowly wanting to escape my city life, starting on weekends and progressing to buying the farm and eventually moving my family here in July 2001. That short story took another 35 years with the twists and turns life takes.


Great Song Farm was a beautiful place but fallow and wild. For those of you who don’t know, Larry and I met Lisa and Anthony through a farmer/landowner match program in 2010 and my love story really began. I walk to the back field on harvest mornings, looking to see which wild flowers are blossoming and which are retreating, I stop at the apiary to marvel at the honey bees, busy coming and going, or waiting for the sun to hit the entrance of the hive. The path is soft and made perfect by the hooves of Kate and Sunny. The smell is dewy and earthy. The sounds of nature are bright and ripe so early. I start to harvest and can’t resist eating some turnips straight out of ground. And that is just the beginning of my day.


And then you show up. I so enjoy having every one of you here. We talk cooking, peel garlic plants, and pick veggies and rocks. We are sharing our lives and our food. We are diverse in every way, with a commonality that supercedes all else.

And then your children and grandchildren show up. Having them here is especially rewarding, to watch them pick tomatoes and eat straight from the field. Their faces light up, its one of the first ah ha moments of their life. I take them to see the chickens, and you can imagine how that goes. Its joyous to witness these sparks that may impact them their entire lives.

So I thank you, Anthony and Lisa for bearing the load, even though I know you love what you do. And I thank all the members tall and small for trusting and taking the leap with us. I hope you can find time in your day to take the walk up to the back field, just ask and we’ll point you in the right direction. I see a very bright future ahead here at Great Song Farm, its only going to get better. It is clearly a blissful existence, beyond my furthest expectations. My life is seriously magical.

-Betti-

A simple delight.
La Vraie Vinaigrette
With so much beautiful salad, I thought you may want to try my simple yet special dressing. I suggest getting a wooden salad bowl and a wooden spoon if you don’t already one. It makes a difference here. This recipe was in Saveur magazine, from the French grandmother of one of the editors. The proportions are for a salad for 2. Double, triple for a crowd.
1 garlic clove
1 tsp. Dijon mustard
1tbsp red wine vinegar
4 tbsp good olive oil
Put a small clove of chopped garlic into a wooden salad bowl, add a pinch of course salt and some freshly ground black pepper, and use the back of a wooden spoon to mash them into a course paste. Add the dijon mustard and vinegar and mix around a bit. Then add the olive oil and stir just about 5 times around, you don’t want to over stir here. You can make it ahead of time and just let it sit in the bottom of the bowl and add the greens when your ready to serve. This dressing can take tender or sturdy greens and with the fresh herbs we have available I suggest adding some dill, cilantro and parsley to your salads.
Please visit the blog of one of our members, Michael Geffrard, The Artisian Chef, for a wonderful article he recently wrote on salads. http://michaelgeffrard.com/

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Canadian Teacher and Author

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.