14 Mile Farm & Studio : love of life off the grid in Alaska
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Harvest Update
This summer has felt a bit wonky for me. The weather, the timing, the whole thing. I know rationally that it is mostly because I was gone for 5 weeks of it. Missing the month of June wasn't just the shock and weirdness of going from one climate to another 4000 miles away, and then back again, missing out on the gradual and dramatic shifts of light and plant growth. It wasn't just missing the roses and the irises. It was also, albeit a conscious one, a choice to skip out on my usual early- summer activites. The hauling garden dirt and top soil, planting, weeding, watering, harvesting. Add that to a realization that my job is not truly serving my highest purpose, is draining my energy, and causing me to occasionally shut down and be unavailable for my loved ones; and the subsequent so-far-unsuccessful job search and really its no surprise my summer feels a bit wonky. That and there's already frost in low lying areas in Fairbanks. And one of the birch on my drive home has started sporting a golden bough... I'm not quite ready to welcome fall, just yet....
But even with all of that, there has been some summer harvest and preserving going on.
I've been wildcrafting like crazy: yarrow, horsetail, plaintain, clover, and coltsfoot are all drying in my kitchen. I've been drying continuous batches of (feral) red raspberry leaves in my mother's dehydrator I borrowed last year and have yet to return. ahem. The calendula I grew from seed is far more prolific, flower wise, than the starts I've gotten from Calypso in the past. So I've got lots of calendula being dried. Bachelor buttons too. Did you know they taste like nutmeg? I have plans for teas and medicines and facial steams all winter!
Note to self: Next year, do lots of starting from seed!
A massive amount of canned nectarines and peaches await pies this winter, along with the cherries from an earlier post (I got nine quarts, by the way. So that comes out to more like a $3 quart, which means it is half as expensive - and so much better - than buying canned peaches at the store. Did you know Fairbanks has food prices comprable to Manhattan?).
I've eaten so many and many raspberries off the feral canes all over the yard. There's a quart or two in the freezer. Next year, the raspberries will be re-tamed and cultivated in their own patch.
I went berry picking near my house, and got a few quarts that are in the freezer awaiting pies. Can you tell I"m a fan of pies? Our picking spot is all picked out by now (unfortunately other people know of it!) but there's a few later-fruiting spots that hopefully we'll get to too.
As far as updates go: That birch gruit ale we bottled? Turns out I'm real good at making vinegar. Fortunately I have a friend who likes to drink vinegar for health purposes. More power to him! I know what he's getting this year for Yule.
The saurkraut I tried again? Turns out I'm real good at making mold be really happy.
The only thing I've been sucessfull with fermenting this season is Kefir. But it is awesome.
But even with all of that, there has been some summer harvest and preserving going on.
I've been wildcrafting like crazy: yarrow, horsetail, plaintain, clover, and coltsfoot are all drying in my kitchen. I've been drying continuous batches of (feral) red raspberry leaves in my mother's dehydrator I borrowed last year and have yet to return. ahem. The calendula I grew from seed is far more prolific, flower wise, than the starts I've gotten from Calypso in the past. So I've got lots of calendula being dried. Bachelor buttons too. Did you know they taste like nutmeg? I have plans for teas and medicines and facial steams all winter!
Note to self: Next year, do lots of starting from seed!
A massive amount of canned nectarines and peaches await pies this winter, along with the cherries from an earlier post (I got nine quarts, by the way. So that comes out to more like a $3 quart, which means it is half as expensive - and so much better - than buying canned peaches at the store. Did you know Fairbanks has food prices comprable to Manhattan?).
I've eaten so many and many raspberries off the feral canes all over the yard. There's a quart or two in the freezer. Next year, the raspberries will be re-tamed and cultivated in their own patch.
I went berry picking near my house, and got a few quarts that are in the freezer awaiting pies. Can you tell I"m a fan of pies? Our picking spot is all picked out by now (unfortunately other people know of it!) but there's a few later-fruiting spots that hopefully we'll get to too.
As far as updates go: That birch gruit ale we bottled? Turns out I'm real good at making vinegar. Fortunately I have a friend who likes to drink vinegar for health purposes. More power to him! I know what he's getting this year for Yule.
The saurkraut I tried again? Turns out I'm real good at making mold be really happy.
The only thing I've been sucessfull with fermenting this season is Kefir. But it is awesome.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Woods Walking
Flowering: purple aster, monkshood, fireweed, yarrow, vetch,
Fruiting: lingon berry, blueberry, bunchberry, black currant, thimble berry, at least 5 different varieties of mushrooms (is it a fruit or a flower on a fungus?)
Hipping?: roses
Harvested: coltsfoot
Eaten: blueberries, thimbleberries, and a black currant. I'm still not a fan of black currant, but I can see how it would be good as a sauce for pork...
It was remarkable how my perception changed from the first to the second half of my walk. As I released my day on deep inhales and exhales, and really allowed myself to be present in the woods, taking a genuine interest in the plants around, more and more of them showed themselves to my gaze.
It is something that I have noticed with myself and plants, when I move somewhere new, I bring my attention to the medicinal "weeds" that are present and I say hello and invited them to flourish. In each of the last 3 places I've lived, the next year I see a remarkable increase in that/those plants' presence near my home.
My yoga teacher says that "where attention goes, prana flows." It works on so many levels.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Cherry Pie
Cherries are on sale at Fred Meyer's for $1.68 a pound. I bought thirty dollar's worth.
Peaches and nectarines are also $1.68 a pound. But I've promised myself to process all the cherries first. This prospect is made a whole lot easier by the fact that I splurged on a pressure canner this morning. It was relatively cheap, is something I've been wanting to buy for years now, and holds 7 quart jars. Last night saw a huge mess as I tried (and succeeded) to hot water bath can quart jars in a pot that only allowed a bare 2 inches of room above the tops of the jars. Keeping it boiling right at the tip top of the pot of water meant that the overspilling water put out the gas flame of the burner a few times.
Last night I canned three quarts of cherries for pies this winter. The evening before I stained my fingers crimson (maroon? claret?) pitting said cherries. Tonight will see more of the same, but with a pressure canner! Wheeee! And then? I'll probably buy more, and peaches. And nectarines. Nectarines make amazing pie.
Of that thirty dollars worth of cherries, I figure that I've eaten at least five dollars worth. Between the 3 quarts, and two and a half quarts of cherry liquer (more on this later - I'm getting super into making fancy spirits!), I think I've used about half of what I bought. Twenty five dollars divided by six quarts equals $4.16/quart. And they taste better than anything I've ever found at the store
Through out the winter, I make pies regularly. I haven't baked (bread or muffins or cookies or etc) regularly the last few years, but pies! Pies are a constant in my winter kitchen. There is little that is more lovely than taking a jar of home preserved pie filling off the shelf and pouring it into a rolled out crust. Cherries, plums, peaches, nectarines. This year I hope to add wild blueberries and raspberries to the list.
I did some math in my head as I was walking out of the grocery store with thirty dollars' worth of cherries:
Piecrust is flour butter salt and water. The organic Fairhaven mill flour I buy comes out to about a dollar for a pie crust, the Organic Valley butter I buy comes to about a dollar for a pie. So, $2 plus a pinch of salt plus home preserved cherries at $4.16 plus maybe a splash of vanilla extract and some sugar equals $7 for a really really good pie. Maybe not the cheapest thing in the world, but equal to the cost of one slice at Wolf Run or two slices at Hill Top, its a pretty good deal! Besides which, winter apples sell for $2.49 a pound. Which puts an apple pie at $8 dollars or more.
Oh, the math that goes through my head!
Peaches and nectarines are also $1.68 a pound. But I've promised myself to process all the cherries first. This prospect is made a whole lot easier by the fact that I splurged on a pressure canner this morning. It was relatively cheap, is something I've been wanting to buy for years now, and holds 7 quart jars. Last night saw a huge mess as I tried (and succeeded) to hot water bath can quart jars in a pot that only allowed a bare 2 inches of room above the tops of the jars. Keeping it boiling right at the tip top of the pot of water meant that the overspilling water put out the gas flame of the burner a few times.
Last night I canned three quarts of cherries for pies this winter. The evening before I stained my fingers crimson (maroon? claret?) pitting said cherries. Tonight will see more of the same, but with a pressure canner! Wheeee! And then? I'll probably buy more, and peaches. And nectarines. Nectarines make amazing pie.
Of that thirty dollars worth of cherries, I figure that I've eaten at least five dollars worth. Between the 3 quarts, and two and a half quarts of cherry liquer (more on this later - I'm getting super into making fancy spirits!), I think I've used about half of what I bought. Twenty five dollars divided by six quarts equals $4.16/quart. And they taste better than anything I've ever found at the store
Through out the winter, I make pies regularly. I haven't baked (bread or muffins or cookies or etc) regularly the last few years, but pies! Pies are a constant in my winter kitchen. There is little that is more lovely than taking a jar of home preserved pie filling off the shelf and pouring it into a rolled out crust. Cherries, plums, peaches, nectarines. This year I hope to add wild blueberries and raspberries to the list.
I did some math in my head as I was walking out of the grocery store with thirty dollars' worth of cherries:
Piecrust is flour butter salt and water. The organic Fairhaven mill flour I buy comes out to about a dollar for a pie crust, the Organic Valley butter I buy comes to about a dollar for a pie. So, $2 plus a pinch of salt plus home preserved cherries at $4.16 plus maybe a splash of vanilla extract and some sugar equals $7 for a really really good pie. Maybe not the cheapest thing in the world, but equal to the cost of one slice at Wolf Run or two slices at Hill Top, its a pretty good deal! Besides which, winter apples sell for $2.49 a pound. Which puts an apple pie at $8 dollars or more.
Oh, the math that goes through my head!
Home Again, Home Again.
I've landed back home in Fairbanks. Settling back into a life that is is more complex and interpersonal than just yoga and yoga and yoga from 6:30 in the morning until 9 at night. But it was an amazing month; I'm only just really realizing how deep and far the reverberations of it go in my soul. I've come back more at home in myself, with a renewed connection to the divinity of the universe, and incidentally with a new career. I'll begin teaching yoga at Heart Stream (a local studio) soon. They are opening a second studio-space in a month or two, and I'm likely going to be teaching a couple classes a week once that happens. I'm so excited!! I have tons of other yoga and wellness and energy healing ideas and goals bouncing around in my head. I'm sure you'll all see their development over the coming months and years. This blog will stay primarily a place of art and living in place and homesteading, but as yoga continues to permeate ever more deeply into the way I think and the way I walk in this world, you can expect that it will leak into this space too.
Last night I went to sleep to the sound of rain on a tin roof, to the smell of rain through an open window and I woke to the same. We are moving into late summer, with foreshadowings of fall here in the Interior. Its odd, coming home to late summer after leaving as summer was just beginning. Its not like I didn't experience summer, the Berkshires saw 95 and 100 degree weather while I was there, but I didn't have the glorious almost manic growthful flourishing that is June in Fairbanks. And now July is nearly more than halfway through and I feel like I'm getting my feet replanted on the ground. Standing out on the upstairs porch, protected from the rain but in it, I looked out over the little plot of land that is carved out of the boreal forest, and I saw not only the future and potential productivity of its homesteading but also the sweet beauty of it just as it it, overgrown with fireweed. And I fell in love with our land all over again. This life on this land is a journey to be savored.
Last night I went to sleep to the sound of rain on a tin roof, to the smell of rain through an open window and I woke to the same. We are moving into late summer, with foreshadowings of fall here in the Interior. Its odd, coming home to late summer after leaving as summer was just beginning. Its not like I didn't experience summer, the Berkshires saw 95 and 100 degree weather while I was there, but I didn't have the glorious almost manic growthful flourishing that is June in Fairbanks. And now July is nearly more than halfway through and I feel like I'm getting my feet replanted on the ground. Standing out on the upstairs porch, protected from the rain but in it, I looked out over the little plot of land that is carved out of the boreal forest, and I saw not only the future and potential productivity of its homesteading but also the sweet beauty of it just as it it, overgrown with fireweed. And I fell in love with our land all over again. This life on this land is a journey to be savored.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Diving Deep :yoga
I am a Kripalu Yoga Teacher! 200 hour Yoga Alliance Certified!
One more week of yoga at Kripalu, and I'll be heading home and back to all of you dear readers.
It has been an absolutely transformative month, on many levels; has changed and deepened my perspective in ways that I am sure I will only realize as time goes on. Oh, and also opened up a new career...
*Mala on my right wrist designed, made, and blessed by another of my yoga teacher training friends, Krysten. She does custom orders if anyone is interested I can put you in touch with her.*
*Mala on my right wrist designed, made, and blessed by another of my yoga teacher training friends, Krysten. She does custom orders if anyone is interested I can put you in touch with her.*
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