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The Food Project's Mission Statement

Although The Food Project is a sustainable farm with a mission to help create a just food system, it’s really all about the kids, community and the development of work and life skills.

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Rialto Guerilla Grillers and The Food Project staff and youth

We came to the farm after the close of the Summer Youth Program and so did not have the opportunity to see all sixty of them working on the farm, but we did get to work beside the handful who had chosen to remain on for a few more weeks and were our generous and patient guides for the day.

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Necklace of flags

We pulled into the parking lot of the farm in Lexington and made our way to the large white tent housing a cluster of picnic tables and embellished with a necklace of signs with inspiring words like courage, community, commitment, hope, service, initiative alternating with personalized statements from the summer farmers with hand prints and drawings.

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The Food Project youth waiting for their daily assignment

A few of the kids were splayed out on the benches, escaping the hammering heat and waiting for their daily assignments.  Their supervisors were jollying them along towards the fields—fields equal work and work is hot and hard.  They slowly piled into the back of a pick-up truck with a quiet rumble of lighthearted complaining, and were off.  “You’re doing peas again.” I heard one of the supervisors say.

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Michael giving us the low down

The Rialto GG team replaced them on the benches and turned their attention to Michael Iceland, the outreach coordinator.   Dressed in khakis, a green Food Project t-shirt and broad straw hat, Michael looked like one of the farmers, but it became clear after listening to him for just a few minutes that his experience and expertise lay in media and public relations.  He is energetic and articulate about The Food Project and passionate about the role it plays in the lives of these kids and the contribution it makes to the community.

In 1991, The Food Project’s founder, Ward Cheney, had a vision of young people from the city and the suburbs working side by side on the land producing food for the hungry and learning together.

“You should have seen the teenagers carrying boxes of compost through the Boston Medical Center lobby and up the elevator to the roof top garden they are tending,” he beamed.

“And we brought fresh vegetables to folks in a Roxbury neighborhood by building a farmer’s market at the Dudley Street Neighborhood Initiative.”

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Tomato Blight

He was clearly troubled by the tomato blight and talked about how farmers all over the region had lost entire crops.  25,000 pounds in total were lost.  At The Food Project they tore up all the slicing tomato crops, but had hoped the heirlooms would survive.  They didn’t, however some of the cherry tomatoes did.

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Cabbage field

But the rest of the crop was healthy.  As we toured the fields, we knew we were near cabbage from the smells that wafted our way.  We learned that cabbage, broccoli and Brussels sprouts are planted side by side to ease in their care since they are treated in similar ways.

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Onions and Garlic curing in the greenhouse

We visited the sauna-like green house and saw mounds of onions and garlic curing for storage.  The curing allows the skins to dry which serves as a protective layer so they will last up to six months before being sold.  We saw beautiful stalks of corn which we learned was popcorn.  Sweet corn is very land intensive as it is temperamental so it is more cost effective to grow heartier popcorn.

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And then we saw the blight.  Rows of seemingly healthy colorful heirloom tomatoes hanging off their plants, but what we discovered when we turned them over it was shocking—a black diseased crater on the underside of each fruit.  It was heartbreaking to see and gave us an up close appreciation of the delicate the balance the relationship is between a farmer and nature.  One unstoppable bug, one unseasonable freeze, one flooded field can change a years worth of work for a farmer.  I was reminded of what Eero at Nesenkeag had told us in June of 2008 about how excessive rains had washed out his lower fields and caused him to lose his crops one month and yet when we visited him, he was unable to use some of  his fields due to lack of rain.

“And now we’re at the night shades, eggplant, bell and hot peppers.”

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We stopped here and half the GG joined the kids at worked, bending down and picking only perfect sized purple eggplants off the vines.  We needed instruction so as to twist the vegetable off the plant just right–with the stem.  If the stem is left on the plant, the vegetable is exposed and will deteriorate quickly.  They were gathered gently into plastic tubs and loaded onto a pickup truck.

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The other half of the team worked in a lower field digging carrots—first “forking”with a pitch fork to loosen up the soil, taking care not to jab the vegetables, and then bending down to pull the carrots out of the ground.  We picked buckets of them.

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Although GG has taken us to many farms, this was the first time we actually had a chance to dig in the dirt and it was a treat to work side by side with the farming kids.

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Getting our hands dirty...

There is something about putting your hands into the soil and pulling out something that later on you will put into your mouth that is so basic and infinitely satisfying.

Of course, we didn’t wait to rinse off the carrots, but rubbed them on our shirts and snapped off a bite in our mouths.

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Our guides for the day showing us how to harvest veggies

The kids were there from all parts of the Boston area and for as many different reasons and most had never worked in a garden or on a farm.  Since The Food Project pays the farmers, it is a good summer job.  Some had heard about The Project at school, others from their parents or friends, and one we spoke to, from a lawyer.   They told us it was “fun,” “sometimes hard work,” and they had learned “awareness of what is going on around us.  How the food system works and why some people don’t get enough to eat.”  “I learned what kohlrabi is…I’d never seen it before.”  One young woman from Tanzania who clearly knew what she was doing told us she had in fact worked in a garden before, “’cause my dad had one.”  Another told us her experience with The Food Project had inspired her dad to start a garden this year.  “ I love it.  My dad used to have a garden in Trinidad.  I think it’s in my blood.”

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We made our way back to the tent toward the toasty smell of grilling onions where I had a chance to chat with Bharat, the site supervisor.  This was his seventh summer at The Food Project.  He started there in the summer of 2002 when he was sixteen as a crew worker in the youth program, just like the kids we had been digging with, and he became hooked.  Over the years he’d held many positions, including an intern, crew leader, and assistant site supervisor.  In his current role, he is responsible for the safety, both physical and emotional, of the kids.  “These are kids from all backgrounds, and we are committed to providing an environment where everyone can be safe.”

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I asked Bharat how they measured success at The Food Project.  He was thoughtful and then said, “I know we can’t force these kids to change how they think, but we can give them a sense of what we are doing, to show them that it is fun, and to give them the experience of working with people who are different and with people who are the same in a safe place.  We are successful if we instill a good work ethic, an understanding of what hard work means, a sense that being part of a community is something special, and finally, that each of them can make a difference in the world.”

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Eggplant Caponata - Slaw - Salad - Melon

The eggplant, onions, garlic and peppers were turned into a grilled caponata, the cabbage and carrots into a sesame slaw, the greens and flowers were a gorgeous salad and the melon refreshed us at the end. We had brought sausages, chicken and cheese which rounded out vegetable rich menu.  As we gathered around the tables and dove into the scrumptious food Nuno and Jared had graciously grilled for us in the shade of the trees, we were once again reminded of the power of food and the table as common ground.  I’m not sure what everyone talked about, but everyone was talking.

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Bhakta says "peace"

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Ahh, back on the farm! We grilled spring veggies to compliment the beef.

Six years ago my husband Ken returned from a trip to the Davis Square farmer’s market with an armload of frozen meat—skirt, sirloin and flank steaks, hamburger patties, and one-pound packages of stir-fry beef. His explanation? “I met this really cool guy who’s selling naturally raised beef.” Really? In my husband’s vocabulary the word “met” often translates into “encountered for the first time and had a detailed conversation about an obscure topic of mutual interest.”

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River Rock offers all cuts of beef – the only one they have trouble selling is liver.

The man was Jon Konove of River Rock Farm. Ken and Jon had a mutual dislike for the feedlot system that is the predominant model for raising cattle in the United States. They talked about how River Rock Farm was raising pastured cattle on a mixture of grass and grain, about the effect of recently enacted legislation regulating the use of the term “organic” in food labeling, and finally, why Jon and his family had made the decision not to pursue organic certification for their beef. Whether they discussed all of this during that first encounter I can’t say. But I do know that for years Ken was given to introducing some speck of agricultural arcana with the phrase “John Konove and I were talking…” Tragically, Jon was killed in an automobile accident in 2006.

We have remained devoted fans of River Rock Farm beef. We like knowing the people who produce what we eat. If we can see the animals that will eventually become our food, even better. The business is too small to supply Rialto with meat except as specials, but when it comes to my family shopping dollars, the portion I spend on beef goes to River Rock. If we want to splurge, stocking up before an annual trip to the Cape for example, nothing beats a River Rock Farm dry-aged, three-inch Porterhouse steak for grilling. We order it ahead of time and then pick it up at our farmer’s market.

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Angus-Simmental steers greated us upon arrival at River Rock.

I chose River Rock as a destination for our Guerrilla Grilling team a couple of weeks ago because I wanted to see for myself how the farm was doing since Jon’s death, and to give my staff a close up look at how some of the animals we choose to eat are treated on a representative family farm in Massachusetts.

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Seth and Joanna McDonough and Joanne Johnson took over as farm managers in January of this year. The young couple previously managed a vegetable farm together and wanted to get experience with cattle so River Rock seemed a natural fit for them. Joanne also teaches art in the local school system and at one point during our tour she stopped to bottle feed a calf whose mother is having problems producing milk. “Seth does most of the work,” she says, a claim that he denies. With his pony tail, beard, and cammo baseball cap, their shared muddy boots and the nursing calf they look like a farming couple straight out of central casting. The desire to own their own farm someday is a big part of their motivation. “It’s great work, and it’s outdoors. I like working hard,” Seth says. He laughs. “You have to like working hard, and not making money.”

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A classic New England family farm.

Making money was the last thing on Ron and Kay Konove’s minds when they purchased the 100-year-old working farm in Brimfield in 1993 as a weekend retreat and as a home for Kay’s horses. Most family farms in Massachusetts are less than fifty acres—River Rock has twenty-eight. As you pull into the driveway, you’re nestled between a small farm house above and a red barn below. Your eye travels down a dirt road past the barn down into a valley outlined with fences that contain a few horses, clusters of steers in muddy pastures and a mother cow with her baby. Chickens roam freely.

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Roo-pops and his hens.

The Konove’s wanted to keep their farm active, but they didn’t set out to establish a beef business. Initially they only wanted to raise a few Angus beef steer for their freezer. In 2002 their son Jon postponed his entry into veterinary school to help them with their cattle, which had expanded from those early steers into a “beef program” with a herd of twenty. He moved onto the farm several months later, veterinary school disappeared from the radar screen and he spent the next four years overseeing the treatment of the cattle, as well as marketing, delivering and selling River Rock beef all over the Boston area. He became a fixture at farmers’ markets, well-known and well-liked (especially when cooking samples on the portable grill at farmers’ markets).

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Joanne coulnd’t help but naming this little guy Shamus.

Jon was invested in River Rock Farm as both a farmer and a family member, with a motivation to work around the clock. His death required some rejiggering of how things got done to make the job of farm manager doable for an outsider. The man who delivers hay to the farm was hired to make the weekly trip to the slaughterhouse with steers. On occasion, the farm even gets a little volunteer labor. Louise (in the blue vest below), whose high school son Nathan (with the red headband) works part-time on the farm during the school year, comes around once a week just to pitch in, simply because she enjoys it. She’s been doing it for years. “She’s the farm super star,” Seth says, “She can do anything.” Anything can encompass caring for the farm horses to her current undertaking—repairing pasture fence lines.

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The whole team – It’s amazing what these four can get done.

Do Seth’s and Joanne’s friends ever come to help out? The idea of their friends working on the farm strikes them as laughable. “They like to visit,” Seth says. “I think they like the farm atmosphere,” Joanne adds. They share a look. “But they don’t come to work.”

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Early signs of spring at River Rock.

The work at River Rock revolves around the care of the farm’s steers. Most of the beef in the United States comes from steers, that is, castrated male cattle. The farm buys young steers from “cow-calf operations,” farms that concentrate on breeding heifers and then selling the calves. When they arrive at the farm they’re roughly a year old and range in size from 600 to 1000 pounds; at slaughter, eight or ninth months later, the steers weigh between 1300 and 1350 pounds. The variability in age and size is accounted for by the fact that River Rock buys steers year round, just as they send steers to slaughter year round. Cow-calf operations tend to focus on specific breeds or crosses, so for example while one farmer may only sell Black Angus, another’s calves may be an Angus-Simmental cross, and yet another may offer Herefords.

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Angus-Simmental steers, Simmental and Heiffer-cross.

From Seth’s perspective all of these produce flavorful beef so the particular composition of the River Rock herd is always changing. One of the things that distinguish River Rock Farm beef from the typical supermarket product is the healthy and humane way the former raise their steers. “We have two things going for us,” Seth says, “how our beef tastes, and how we treat our animals.” Part of that humane treatment (and part of what contributes to the beef’s flavor) is the fact that for most of their lives the steers that end up at River Rock Farm roam freely in pastures, eating grass. Most supermarket beef comes from cattle raised on feedlots, fattening on a diet of corn, soy and molasses fortified with antibiotics and hormones to promote rapid weight gain (thus lowering production cost).

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A well-marbled dry-aged River Rock steak.

River Rock cattle’s grass diet is supplemented with grain for three months before slaughter to encourage marbling in the meat. But their diet contains no added hormones or antibiotics. If a cow becomes sick, Seth isn’t averse to treating it with antibiotics, but only as a curative measure. River Rock describes its beef as “natural;” if they were to pursue a certification as organic any steer treated with antibiotics would have to permanently culled from the herd, which they don’t want to do.

Joanne and Seth keep a couple of breeding cows and their calves to remind themselves of the life cycle that supports them, but as a practical matter River Rock does not raise steers from calves to maturity. “Cow-calf operations tend to be pretty pasture-intensive, at least the ones that offer grass-fed steers in the numbers that we need them,” Seth says. Forty steers, give or take a few, is about what River Rock Farm’s twenty-five acres of pasture can handle. River Rock boards another couple of dozen steers on a farm in Connecticut where they can be pastured.

The River Rock story is still evolving. It started with two steers and grew to around eighty under Jon Konove. Counting the steers sent out for boarding, the farm has about three-quarters of that now. What happens next? The Konove family and Seth are trying to figure out how to dovetail the future with Jon’s vision. What do the customers want? What does the farm want? Seth says, “River Rock customers are people who prioritize food in their lives and are able to pay premium prices for River Rock beef.” Is that customer base changing in the economic downturn? Is there a way to make the meat less expensive? “Grain is the most expensive ingredient in the process, aside from purchasing the animals.” The grain Seth is describing is corn. “If we could grow our own grain, we would save money.” It’s something to consider, just as Jon’s unrealized ambition to bring lambs onto the farm is worth thinking about.

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These beautiful sirloin rump steaks are worth their premium price.

The company is vertically integrated, meaning they raise the steers, arrange for slaughter, dry-age the beef and market the product. While this gives River Rock control over all aspects of the business, it may not be the most efficient way for them to grow. If they were to grow, how would expansion affect the character of the business? All of these are questions for the future. Seth and Joanne are still settling in. ”Basically, what we’re focusing on is a better product.” He only has two things to sell, he repeats, ”How we’re raising the animals and the quality of the product.”

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Jody breaking bread.

This season, River Rock Farm will have a stand at farmers markets including Lexington, Davis Square in Somerville, Brookline, North Hampton and Harvard (the town, not the university). They also sell to a few restaurants, co-ops and specialty food markets. Check out their website for an up-to-date list of where to find them: www.riverrockfarm.com. River Rock Farm also encourages people to visit them in Brimfield, get a tour of the property, meet the farmers and buy some of that yummy beef. It’s an easy trip down the Pike.

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The Watts family's classic red barn

As we headed into the holiday season it made sense to find a local New England family turkey farm to add to the notches on our Guerilla Grilling belt, but it wasn’t as easy as we had anticipated. It seems not many people want to farm turkeys in Massachusetts anymore and we were curious to find out why. We finally found The Watts Family Farm in Foresdale near Sandwich on the Cape. It’s owned and farmed by Peter Watts, his two sons Ajay and Andrew and Ajay’s wife Laura and their two kids Isabella and Evan. We arranged a GG visit for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and were hosted by Ajay, the eldest son who is clearly in charge. Peter, wise elder that he is, had left in his RV the day before on his annual journey to sunny Florida.

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Ajay, Isabella, Evan and Laura Watts

We had quintessential Cape Cod weather for our trip to the farm. As we climbed into our cars at 8 in the morning in Cambridge, we congratulated ourselves on choosing a day with clear sunny skies and 50ish degree temperature. We were traveling against rush hour and people hadn’t yet headed over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house so traffic was light. Without warning a huge black cloud moved in from the west as we approached the turn off for The Watts Family Farm.

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Hail on Melanie's gloves when we first arrived

The skies opened up with sleet and rain as we unloaded Nuno’s truck. We were cold and wet and wanted to keep moving so we ditched Nuno and followed Ajay toward the barns to learn about turkey farming. Anyway, we knew Nuno wanted to set up the cooking station by himself and was happy to see us go. The sleet and rain had turned to hail as we slogged through the muddy trenches in the road followed by 8 adorable free range pigs.

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Very happy pigs in mud

The barn and pen where Amanda and I had met 250 Broad Breasted Giant White turkeys just 7 days before was eerily empty as they had been killed on Saturday and sold on Monday. With pride, patience and a respect for the birds, Ajay described the life of a Watts turkey to the group. Although he clearly cared about the health, safety and quality of the birds, he said when the time came, he was happy to see them go.

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The turkey's just days before their collective march of death

The turkeys come to the Watts’ when they are 2 weeks old and established from Rainbow Farm in Rehoboth Massachusetts. Ajay and his father used to take them younger, but found that the first week of life is critical and they’re better off allowing natural selection to take place before they arrive at Watts. They take 250 of them and focus on making sure they have enough water for the first 3 days. Then they grow them for 21 weeks.

The Watts take very good care of their birds. They feed on an all natural soybean, corn and wheat-based grain treated with just a small amount of necessary antibiotic to prevent the dreaded Blackhead disease from infecting the birds. The birds are never artificially fattened so their body weight may range from 15 to 30 pounds at the end of their lives. They range free during the day on what begins as a patch of grass in the spring, but by November it has been picked clean. At night they’re herded back into the barn, safe from raccoons and other predators, where they peck from groovy orange hanging feed pendants. Ajay pointed out the fine mesh wire running 2 feet up from the ground at the base of the fence around their pen. It’s necessary for the prevention of a gruesome raccoon trick. If they can reach a paw through a chicken wire fence, a raccoon will grab a turkey and rip off its head, leaving the body behind.

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Turkey processing tools like a plucker and gizzard peeler are hard to find. The Watt's bought theirs from a farm in Michigan.

With this image in our heads, we were ready for anything and gathered inside the processing plant to hear how the birds get from barn to table. Although there were no birds left to see processed, Ajay’s description was accurate and thorough enough to create a vivid picture. In the first step, the birds receive a very low voltage shock (not more than what you’d get from an electric fence) in the neck to slow them down. Next, they’re turned upside down–head sticking out of the bottom of a cone over a stainless steel trough. With a swift cut the necks are slit and the birds are bled for 1 ½ minutes. Without the shock, the birds would be flailing around and the bleeding could take significantly longer—not what anyone wants. Once drained of blood, they get a quick 45 second scalding dunk in a hot water bath and are then swiftly transferred to the plucker, a drum with many rubber fingers, for another 45 seconds. Next they’re ready to be evisorated and beheaded, and finally they’re plunged into an ice bath to bring their temperature down quickly. Once chilled for 5 hours, they’re dried and bagged and ready for the oven.

“These are,” Ajay reported, “delicious moist birds with lots of white meat…and you can’t dry them out”.

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Nuno enjoying the juice bird

Peter Watts and his family have been farming and selling turkeys since he bought the property 20 years ago. Their turkey seeking following shows up at 6:30 am the Monday before Thanksgiving, and waits in the cold, clutching steaming cups of coffee, until the gate opens at 8:00. It’s such a seller’s market that the Watts don’t take orders, don’t guarantee size, and sell out of their 250 birds by noon. It wasn’t always this way. At the height of their turkey farming, they grew over 1000 birds at both Thanksgiving and Christmas, but with the rise in labor costs and the increase in the cost of grain in recent years, the Watts found that turkeys just don’t pay anymore. So now the birds they do grow are a labor of love for their community of loyal customers. These happy free-range farm raised turkeys take 21 weeks to grow, and at $3.09 a pound dressed, don’t turn a profit.

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The skys cleared up over the Watt's composting site

What does turn a profit in 21 weeks is compost. Someone whispered into Mr. Watt’s ear in the early ‘90’s, that there was a market for dirt. After much trial and error and in collaboration with Stop and Shop and local horse farmers who pay to dump their manure with the Watts, the family developed a system for turning Cape Cod Potato Chips, cranberries, leaves, wood chips and bruised produce from local supermarkets into organic compost used by gardeners, landscapers and garden centers around the Cape. It’s a simple, process, one that is local, sustainable and organic and the only carbon footprint left is from the really cool big bold earth moving machines used to turn, strain and transport the dirt. They mix 3 parts manure to 1 part vegetable waste, keep it between 150 and 180 degrees, and turn it as often as they can when the wind blows north, (so as not to offend the neighbors south of them) for 6 months. It’s then strained of stones, sticks, large shells, baseballs, plastic rope etc resulting in 1500 cubic yards of clean smelling deep dark black dirt each year.

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Compost is the Watt's pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

We had heard about the composting and were eager to take a look. As we stepped out of the processing plant, the sun was out, the hail had stopped and a rainbow swept across the clouds. It definitely had been a day of perfect Cape Cod weather…one of everything. We took a quick tour of the compost business, found a baseball, played around on the equipment, and then headed to the grills followed by our cute piglet friends to see what Nuno was up to. We were happy to know that the pigs, once grown, were sent out to auction and not slaughtered on the farm so we didn’t have to hear details about how they were killed.

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Playing on "big kid" toys

Since roasting a whole bird would have taken too long, he broke it down into legs and breast and prepared it in two different ways. The legs, with herbs under the skin, were deep frying in a pot over a propane stove under Nuno’s watchful eye. We nibbled on olives and antipasti with the Watts family and prepared the rest of the meal. As I was slicing the breast into cutlets to be wrapped in pancetta, one of the pigs came by, snagged our bacon and made a run for it. It caused a bit of a raucous as Melanie and Peter chased the pigs and 2 big beautiful lunky brown labs chased them. No luck… but there was some justice in a pig eating stolen pork goods.

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There was something just in knowing the pig had stolen the bacon

I topped the thick turkey slices with sage, smeared them with some of my fig-ginger jam and improvised with prosciutto for the pancetta. Onto the grill they went with whole red bliss potatoes and dumpling squash. Nuno had baked an entire apple pie over embers. We’d also brought garlicky greens, gravy and pomegranate seeds for eye appeal and a little acidic crunch to round out the dinner. We gathered around the table, the Watts family and the Rialto rag tag Guerilla Grillers, and had a feast.

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Nuno traced the Watt's hands to make the pastry turkeys for the top of the pie

The mission of our Guerrilla Grilling trips is to see, smell, touch and taste the food we eat at the source, to get to know the stewards who grow our food, to have a ton of fun and to learn some new stuff. Success!

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All the fixin's for a Thanksgiving feast, Guerrilla Grilling style

P.S. FUN FACT: the standard American Thanksgiving turkey is a selectively bred Broad Breasted Giant White. They can’t naturally reproduce because of the enormous size of their breast and their skinny weak legs. We worried they might be sexually frustrated.





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It was a beautiful July day with all the usual components of summertime on a New England farm: blue skies, warm air, white barn, newly harvested vegetables. A standard-issue bucolic scene.  In fact, this landscape hosted a cast of unlikely colleagues with stories of hard work, blinding tragedy, determination and gratitude. Over the course of our visit to White Gate Farm in Dracut, we met an assortment of remarkable people, each as intriguing as the next.

The Director

Jennifer Hashley had invited us out to White Gate. She’s the Director of the New Entry Sustainable Farming Project (NESFP), a Tufts University program that helps immigrants with limited resources begin farming in Massachusetts. Young, bright and smiling in a flowered T-shirt, jeans and work boots, Jennifer looked the part of someone who lived the happy, healthy farm life she had carefully chosen.

Jennifer’s left hand was wrapped in a fresh white bandage.  It looked serious and, by the way she was holding it, painful.  “Oh,” she told us. “I caught it in our truck. It took off the last knuckle of my baby finger and they couldn’t reattach it.  I’ll be fine.  Yes, it’s hurts. And I shouldn’t lift anything heavy.”  The accident had happened just the day before, but it hadn’t interrupted her busy, committed schedule.  She’d already been up since 5 am to help another group of farmers with a Mobile Poultry Processing Unit that she’d helped design.  Clearly, Jennifer is a strong, tough woman.

 

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Flowers from Jennifer's garden on a tablecloth she brought

THE FARMERS

As we unloaded the grill from the truck, Jennifer introduced us to Mr. Kim who stood in front of his small farm plot.

Mr. Kim arrived in the United States from Cambodia in the early 1980s.  He’s a slight, gentle, elegant man who wore a light blue, collared button-down shirt with a black baseball hat.  In the U.S., he worked at Hewlett Packard as a mechanic for many years and was also a backyard gardener. Around 1998, after being introduced to a few farmers’ markets, he heard about the Tufts program and began farming a plot of land at White Gate in Dracut.

 

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Mr. Kim's lettuces, waiting for the fields to dry out

Mr. Kim, like other farmers who participate in the NESFP, sells his Asian produce to a CSA, a good way to spread the risk associated with farming. At White Gate, he had stately rows of lemon grass and water spinach, burly amarynth, a simple elegant structure covered with bitter melon vines, a blanket of garlic chives, rows of green onions, cilantro, Thai basil, and a tangle of squash plants peppered with bright orange blossoms. 

Mr. Kim takes “a snout to tail” approach to eating squash as well as just about everything else on his farm.  He blanches the leaves and eats them tossed with garlic.  Stems are peeled, chopped and stir fried with the blossoms. The squash is cooked in a variety of ways and, of course, the seeds are saved for next year.

 

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Some of Mr. Kim's harvest

As we listened to Mr. Kim describe how he grows and prepares various vegetables, Rechhat arrived, another Cambodian farmer with NESFP. Rechhat pulled a wagon of beautifully arranged and bundled vegetables worthy of a glossy spread in a Martha Stewart magazine. Sitting in the wagon were little purple eggplants and round green Kermit eggplants, a handful of cherry tomatoes, peppers, Asian and pickling cucumbers, water spinach, green onions, garlic chives, jalapenos, fuzzy melon, a bundle of mint, Thai basil and something called frost lake or Asian celery.  

 

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Rechhat on the go with his wagon of veggies

While we were talking, Rechhat darted back to the car and brought out a thermos of hot tea.  Made from dried garlic chives, it had a copper color and a prominent garlic aroma but a mild flavor and had been sweetened with just a hint of honey. We loved it and all felt much better after drinking it, hoping it would give us the energy that Rechhat seemed to have. Like many of the farmers in the NESFP, Rechhat works two jobs.  This morning he picked 40 pounds of Thai basil and 100 pounds of cilantro to fulfill an order.

 

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Garlic chive tea, from nursery to cup

We climbed up Rechhat’s pumpkin patch on top of a mounded hill.  It was glorious to be up there in the sky surrounded by pumpkin blossoms—a Dorothy in the poppy field, or rather pumpkin patch, experience. We picked some of the “male” blossoms (with their long green stems) for our lunch.  They don’t produce fruit so we weren’t picking a potential squash.

 

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Jody and Rechhat in the pumpkin patch

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Male pumpkin flower, obviously

We visited his hot, humid, green house where he grows mustard greens in kiddie swimming pools, dries garlic greens on screens for his tea, and starts his seedlings for the fields.  It felt like a little plant factory where Rechhat’s energy was infused into all those green shoots.

 

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Rechhat's nursery

THE LAND & THE LANDOWNERS

As we meandered back towards the grill to begin preparing lunch, Jennifer told us about White Gate.

In the late ’90s, John Ogonowksi, the owner of the farm, had been approached by then Deputy Secretary of Agriculture Gus Shumacher to participate in the Tufts project by renting land to immigrant farmers. Coming from an immigrant, farming background himself and with some excess land on hand, John was enthusiastic about the idea and agreed wholeheartedly. He not only provided land but helped the farmers in the fields, lent advice and often waived their rent.

In addition to owning land and growing crops, John was an accomplished pilot for American Airlines. On September 11th, he was the captain aboard flight 11, the first plane to crash into the World Trade Towers.

Although we had never met him, we could only imagine the generous, brave kind of man he was. It seemed his spirit lived on in the fields at White Gate and in the lives of the people who worked his land.  After the tragedy of 9/11, John’s brother, Jim, stepped in to manage the farm. We met Peg, John’s wife, when she passed by walking her dog with one of her three daughters. She expressed fondness and admiration for the farmers as well as gratitude that John’s project lives on. 

 

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Friends from White Gate - Peg, Rechhat, Mr. Kim and Jennifer

THE FEAST

After walking and climbing and talking, we were hungry.  Nuno, our guerilla griller extraordinaire, had been hard at work back at the Weber cooking up our lunch.  Knowing that we would be visiting Cambodian farmers and cooking Asian vegetables, I had asked Nuno to add some soy sauce and ginger to our pantry of guerrilla grilling essentials.  He had also brought shrimp to grill along with sausages, some olives, cheese and peaches.  By far and away the stars of the day were the vegetables – the water spinach, bitter melons, tomatoes, Asian cucumbers, Kermit eggplant, and, in particular, the grilled garlic chives and stuffed blossoms. It reminded us once again that putting vegetables in the center of the plate and using animal proteins almost as condiments is the best thing to do for the body, soul and planet.  

 

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A plate of farm-fresh veggies, with a side of shrimp and sausage

Jennifer, Mr. Kim, Rechhat, Peg, all the folks from Rialto and some other new friends as well sat down under the shade of a tent for the feast. Mr. Kim sat next to Peg and shared his thoughts about John and expressed a tremendous sadness over his death. We passed the vegetables around the table and talked about different ways to prepare various dishes. We laughed and ate and talked and relaxed. No one wanted to pack up to go home but eventually it was time.

 

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Relaxing at the table, Peg and Mr. Kim






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Caroline, Brittany, Briana and Rob Nicholson

Forty-five minutes west on I-90 and south down I-495, sits the semi-rural town of Upton, Massachusetts. A grandmother, her son, his wife and their two young girls live there on a 90-acre plot of land with Arabian horses, mixed-breed chickens, Sicilian donkeys and loads of vegetables. The scene is idyllic, pastoral and precarious.  Precarious because a modern-day small farm in New England must continually fight to define itself against bigger farms with lower costs and real estate developers with larger bank accounts. The second installment in our Guerrilla Grilling adventures took us to Sweet William Farm where the Nicholson family works to keep their farm afloat.

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Summer squash and rows of lettuce

Leaving the restaurant in the morning, we felt a little weather cocky at how well we had planned our guerrilla grilling day—we predicted gentle, short-lived showers in the morning followed by bigger storms in the afternoon when we had all safely returned to Cambridge. We had it backwards.

At 9:00 am buckets of water were dumped from the sky and the lights dimmed.  It felt like dusk in a car wash. Fortunately, we were just around the bend from the farm so we crawled into the parking lot of the Sweet William Farm and raced for shelter.  As we dripped and snacked on freshly baked coffee cake and hard-boiled eggs, Gail and Rob (mother and son) told us the story of their farm.

Gail bought the farm as a haven for an Arabian horse some twenty years ago.  The horse should have been dead, as he was so cruelly neglected.   Gail adopted him and named him Sweet William.  Today he thrives and is the prince of the farm. 

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Left: A descendant of Sweet William; Right: Sofia and Lucia

Gail, a fearless adventurer, (she’s ridden horses in Africa, India and other far away places)  was joined by her son Rob and daughter-in-law Caroline and their first daughter Bentley (Brittany came a few years later) to save the farm. They put up a little store and sold ice cream for a few years.  They hosted families and parties. But this wasn’t enough.   The land needed to be farmed.

Rob started with what he knew – hops.  He’d always had a passion for making beer. Later, it was on to vegetables.  Gail jumped when Tufts University asked if they’d like to participate in a chicken project.

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The chickens - free to do as they please

Today, Rob has 30 chickens that collectively produce on average 80 delicious eggs/day. They’re a mixture of Rhode Island Reds, Leghorns and Aracona and produce an egg the color of a weathered beachside house—sort of light greeny, bluey, silvery gray.  The eggs have thick shells, big perky saffron yolks and dense firm whites.  The chickens are free to run around the yard pulling up worms and bugs and Rob regularly lets them roam along the grassy edges of the driveway.  As one hen in the coop fluffed her feathers, she revealed a blue beautiful egg. (You can purchase these eggs at the farm for $2.50/½ dozen or $5.00/dozen.)

 

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Frittata - from hen to plate

Nuno (the grill-meister) had started the fire and laid out a platter of antipasti for nibbling as he set to making a basil frittata and grilling zucchini from the garden. 

 

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Antipasti plate

                                           

Tom and Michael, delightfully resourceful, washed lettuce and tatsoi in rainwater as it ran off the roof of the tent. 

 

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Lettuce and rain water

We made a salad and grilled the tatsoi.  The vibrant yellow eggs played the lead role at the table.

 

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Tatsoi on the grill

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Jody enjoying grilled tatsoi

We watched the hops growing in the garden and asked Rob about his making beer.  We insisted we try it…all four kinds.  

 

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A portrait of beers with Michael

Rob has continued to grow his knowledge and skills as a farmer. This year he successfully started a CSA that includes 20 local folks.  He figured out what people want—simple regular vegetables like squash, spinach, lettuce, peppers.  When he offered bok choy and tatsoi, there wasn’t much interest.  That’s where we come in.  We want variegated round eggplants with a custardy texture, Tuscan kale, kohlrabi, cardoons, puntarelle and other deviant vegetables.  We’ll meet with him in the winter and talk about alternatives for next summer. 

A farmer on a farm like this works in the dirt and often works alone.   Single-handedly he is providing a weekly supply of vegetables for 20 families.  Next year he plans on 100.

 

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Seedlings in the greenhouse

The family wants to hold onto their land.  They’ve learned to grow vegetables and chickens, they’ve revamped their store and offer a gathering place on Friday nights with music.  A step they did not know they would have to take is development of the land.  They’ve decided to take one piece of the farm and build a series of comfortable, green, houses for people who are interested in raising their family in farmland.  It’s clear that this was not an easy decision for Gail, but she knows it’s necessary for the protection of the farm as a whole. 

Rob and his family are students of the land.  They are learning as they go and are committed to growing the healthiest food they can.   It is not an easy life, but if you ask them, they will tell you they feel lucky.  Lucky to raise their girls in such a beautiful place.    

         

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The Guerrilla Grillers

                                             





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           At 8:00 am on Monday, June 9th I found myself with seven Rialto cooks, servers, busers and managers crawling up 93 North towards Litchfield, New Hampshire to visit Eero Ruuttila and Liana Eastman at their Nesenkeag Farm. We were off on our first Guerrilla Grilling adventure.  After some strong coffee and crisp toast, we hit the road – Nuno with his flat bed truck loaded with a grill, a cooler and service for 12 and Catherine in her Honda with most of the staff. 

From 93 to 3 to 3A, the roads narrowed, the view opened but housing developments dominated and my heart sank. I remembered from other visits that the soil in this particular stretch of southeastern New Hampshire is exceptionally fertile. Zillions of years ago glacial run-off from the White Mountains paved the earth with highly productive loam—great soil rich with organic matter and perfect for farming. To see it planted with rows of look-alike houses instead of rows of tomatoes was depressing.

Finally, after three miles of suburban sprawl, we reached Nesenkeag—a haven of organic farming. We drove through the gate and pulled up next to a barn filled with tractors and equipment. A bright red, gleaming Ducati motorcycle sat beside a slightly faded red cultivator (the cultivator is Eero’s, the Ducati is the delivery man’s).

 

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Red vehicles - tractor and Ducati

On this record-breaking 95 degree day, a small work area remained cool under the shade of shag bark hickory trees, a lean-to constructed by a group from the Timberland company and the gurgle of the nearby Merrimac River. A fat, warty toad enjoyed the shade, almost fading into the color of the wooden pallet and the brown leaves below.

 

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A nicely camouflaged toad

Newly harvested, cleaned greens are spun dry in three old Maytag washing machines, stripped down to their colander-like drums.  An old truck converted into a refrigerated walk-in keeps everything fresh until the Ducati-loving delivery person picks it up and takes it to Rialto and other Boston and New Hampshire restaurants. 

On the side of one shed a small altar honors the culture and history of Cambodia, the home of many of the farmers who work at Nesenkeag.  A compelling photo makes you stop and take a closer look.  It is of a Cambodian genocide memorial. 

The work area is cool and humid. The Cambodian workers don conical hats and prepare to weed the fields. It doesn’t feel quite like typical New Hampshire.

 

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Cambodian women working in the fields at Nesenkeag Farm

We all load into the back of Eero’s faded blue pick-up truck, feeling carefree to be seatbelt-less, perched on the rails of an old truck, bouncing up, down and over dirt roads.

 

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On the pick-up truck

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In the pick-up truck

Eero gives us a tour of the fields—pointing out the soil differences between the rich upper fields and the lower, sandier fields closer to the river. Spring flooding the last few years inundated these lower fields with water, destroying crops and sending the farm into a re-organizing frenzy. 

 

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Eero and the Guerrilla Grilling team touring the farm

Nesenkeag is an 100% certified organic farm.  Keeping this certification has become increasing difficult because of the time-consuming and often ridiculous paperwork that the Federal government now requires. Eero uses a green manure system, planting wheat and legumes in combination to help fix nitrogen to the soil and increase microbe growth. Peas & oats, winter rye & hairy vetch are planted on rotation with other plants.  About 1/3 of his fields are fallow each year.

 

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Lush red clover and iddy biddy spinach just peeping up

In one field, rows of tall red clover alternate with young potato plants—Eero’s technique for tricking the not-so-sharp potato beetles into thinking there are no tender potato plants anywhere around. The clover forms a barrier so the bugs can’t find the potato plants.

 

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A hidden row of potato plants

Eero is a true steward of the land.  He responsibly and respectfully tends to it, working it and resting it, educating visitors about it, sharing its yields with food banks and restaurants alike. The land is owned by a land trust and Eero has been its manager for the last 22 years and hopefully for the next 22 and the 22 after those as well.

LUNCH

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A full plate

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A shaded feast

Nuno lit the Smoky Joe and everyone helped set the table.  Liana, Eero’s wife, had borrowed a little tent, tables and chairs and even brought red-checked tablecloths.  Olives, salami, Parmigiano Reggiano, mixed nuts with dukkah, Tuscan rolls, confit artichokes and garlic yogurt (all from the Rialto kitchen) adorned the table.  As we waited for the coals to heat, we nibbled: garlic yogurt smeared on Tuscan bread topped with a quarter of an artichoke and a shard of Parmigiano Reggiano. A delicious snack.

The garlic yogurt (check out our recipe here) turned out to be our secret, guerrilla grilling weapon—a cultural and culinary translator of sorts, bridging the divide between East and West, between Rialto, Nesenkeag and Cambodia.

 

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Garlic yogurt - an internationally appreciated secret weapon

The cool yogurt worked equally well atop the grilled green garlic bulbs that had just been yanked from Eero’s soil, as alongside the beef sate with lemon grass that the Cambodian women workers had added to our feast. We tried it with the Cambodian salad of green papaya, cucumber and carrots tossed with vinegar and sugar as well as with the homemade picante Portuguese chorizo that Nuno’s Dad had made.

 

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Green papaya salad with garlic yogurt

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Cambodian beef sate with Nesenkeag greens

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Chorizo, grilled bread and antipasti

Central to our feast, were the very first Spring salads from Eero’s fields—a mix of tender mesclun greens with a squirt of lemon and olive oil and a few handfuls of baby spinach with a balsamic vinaigrette and fresh mint, lemon balm, chive and sage flowers.

 

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Eero's Mesclun greens and tender Spinach

The garlic yogurt not only took care of any lingering colds, lurking vampires or upset stomachs but also brought us all together around a table—cooks and servers, farmers and friends.  Seeing, smelling and tasting where our delicious food came from told a vivid and important story that we took home with us. 

 

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Jody, Eero and Liana

Thank you, Eero and Liana, for hosting us, sharing with us your farm and produce and teaching us what it means to work an organic farm on a slip of land in the corner of New Hampshire.

 

                                          GUERRILLA GRILLING

                                           A FOUR STEP GUIDE

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Step one: Find a farmer with green garlic Step two: Season green garlic

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Step three: Grill green garlic

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Step four: Plate and eat green garlic






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