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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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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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           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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