Monday, June 27, 2011


I have a pile of recycling in my basement that I would like to just throw in the trash.  I'm tired of it in my way.  The thing is, we don't live in a "rich" part of the city, so even though we received shiny brochure in the mail announcing a new initiative in the city to put recycling bins in every alley, we have never seen such a bin.  I have sent complaints to the city, but apparently, my house isn't nice enough, because I never heard a reply.

So they are basically assuming that my neighbors and I don't want to recycle.  Maybe that's because I don't actually have neighbors on either side.  Maybe that's because there isn't even a trash can on our sidewalk so there is trash everywhere, and of course, people who don't throw trash in the trash can are not going to recycle.  Or maybe it's the same reason the Metrolink station on Grand has been a health hazard, while Metrolink stations at Forsyth have colored lights and seat warmers.  Maybe it's the same reason the main streets get repaved while some of our side streets are still cobblestone.  And I wonder if the crack house on the street with cobblestones would be there if the street were paved, or if the street would get paved if there were no crack house.  But that might be off topic.  Or it might not be.

In any case, I did not throw away the recycling.  Why?  Am I that hippy tree-hugger?  Call me what you like, but I actually have faith that my recycled stuff cuts down on new plastics being made, new waste sitting in the landfill that keeps growing, etc.  Maybe my faith is blind and they really just throw everything away. I hope not.  But then, I am one of those people who has the luxury to think about things like recycling.  Anyway, it would seem that the city only believes that rich people want to recycle.

Chicken Heartbreak

So we have four chickens... Today I looked out the window and saw one of the birds is acting really lethargic, standing very still, feathers fluffed up, almost with her eyes closed, not eating, drinking a lot when she makes it over to the water. Her comb is pale and around her eyes look pale, too, if that is possible. Her poop is white and runny. I'm thinking either it might be coccidiosis or cholera... The other birds are still okay as of now. 

But I feel helpless.  I hadn't read anything about illnesses, which I should have.  I am struggling not to act panicky, because there is really nothing I can do at the moment.  All the stores are closed.  We were not prepared for this.  And so we know--we are not really farmers.  Farmers are prepared.  Farmers plan ahead of time for disasters.  Farmers don't panic when they know nothing can be done.  They don't panic when something can be done.

I'm praying for my chicken.  Is that silly?  I'm praying that God will spare her despite our stupidity.  It's not her fault, anyway.  

It is so bittersweet because finally today after almost a year of having chickens, a  troop of kids marched themselves into our backyard, petted the chickens, asked for eggs, played with the baby... I bandaged a bloody toe and handed out some water. It was noisy, but nice.  I felt useful in the neighborhood and my chickens helped pave the way.  Poor chickens. 

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

New Mercies

That's what restoration is all about: mercy.  And that's what we get, in the natural and in the spiritual.  Our garden was in need of mercy, because we had messed it up.  So after a little garden lime, a little more compost, and some fish emulsion, plus a good few weeks of cool, rainy weather, our lettuce is finally growing, our tomatoes look like they might become good plants, and the chard is growing.  Then comes some hot weather, so the peppers and eggplants will have a shot, too.  God is good.

The biggest thing I'm learning in all this is that God is not afraid of mess.  I mean, I keep learning this, because I'm messy and God isn't afraid of me again and again.  This might only just be a learning process, but that's okay.  I hope we get some eggplant, but if we don't, there is always next year. 

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


The rain barrel didn't create enough pressure for the soaker hose, so we hooked it up to the regular, old faucet.  But the rain barrel works great.

Our soil may drain a little too well with perhaps a little too much sand.  With the kinds of Springs we have had, that might have been a good thing, but it seems we are drying up now and the plants are not shooting up.

The tomatoes might have something eating them, or they might have a disease.  I'm not quite sure.  We blame the compost from Carondelet Park.  But I have no way to tell.  They haven't died completely, so we might be okay. 

The lettuce is still green, but smashed to the ground and not much bigger than a few weeks ago.

The self-watering containers may not be working. 


The other cucumber seeds came up overnight.  They liked being outside, and a really long germination period.  I don't know where we will put them, though.  Maybe where the lettuce is/was. 

Somebody Isn't Laying

My husband and I have been debating in a life or death situation for the past few weeks.  We have looked at the books, talked some more, counted the goods.  My husband tends more towards mercy.  I am planning some chicken soup. 

So the situation is as follows:  We have 4 (supposedly) healthy laying hens.  Delaware hens.  Each hen is supposed to give one egg per day to earn her keep.  We have been getting three.  Or two.  Some days we get 4 and my husband makes sure I know, and the hens breath a sigh of relief.  Or they would if they knew. 

The problem is, I'm not quite sure how to find out which hen is not such a great layer.  They lay at all times of the day, although they do make a racket when they do.  They all lay in the same nesting box, although there are three.  So in the end, I'm not even able to follow up on my threat. 

Also, the books say that chickens slow down for all sorts of reasons: molting, the weather, a full moon (okay, not the last one).  So it really is better to tend towards mercy in this case and wait it out.  But I'm watching them. 

Sunday, May 1, 2011


On the other side of the miracles are the little losses and set-backs that go with working with living things.  For example, we found an opossum eating the chicken feed tonight, who might also have been eating some of the eggs, and who could have potentially killed one of the chickens.  So now we will set traps and be vigilant about collecting eggs.

The lettuce didn't really make it.  We hardened it off slowly, transplanted it very gently, but it's been getting too much rain and possibly too much sun, or maybe it was too small to be moved.  So we planted more seeds outside in the same raised bed and will hopefully get some lettuce eventually.

Something has been eating the tomato plants.  I noticed some shredded leaves and some suspicious-looking holes.  I thought it might be a fungus, but if it is, there is nothing we can do.  But if it is bugs, than we can do something.  So I mixed a solution of very diluted Dr. Bronner's soap and water and sprayed the little guys.

It all feels like a battle and this is on a very small scale.  The stakes are not very high at this point, but it seems failure looms on the horizon at every turn.  I can't see a moral to the story at the moment, though, because it doesn't seem like an object lesson.   It just seems like our chickens, our egg supply, all of our hard work on the chicken coop, raised beds, all of the time spent on the seedlings, the self-watering containers, not to mention money.

It sort of reminds me of the people I see walking or sitting around stores, on the main stretches of road, waiting for the bus, carrying groceries, babies, or backpacks.  I realized that many of these folks are living on a thread, from day to day, check to check, and that one bad event can be the end, or the beginning of a downward spiral.  The economy, the rising gas and food prices, and other factors are stacking up against them and it is a constant battle. This is the comparison that I draw, but I don't have a parallel solution, spray or rodent trap. 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


I wanted to title this post "the miracle," but then there are so many miracles it might be confused with other posts later.  This post is about the miracle of seeds.  I was so caught up in the details and science of planting day that I it didn't really hit me until this morning, after the rain all day and all night.  I wasn't expecting to see much, especially with the cucumbers which hadn't sprouted after more than 8 weeks in the basement.  I knew they were fragile and didn't like replanting, so I didn't think they would make it.  However, as we went out to the deck we saw this:

So later today I was meditating on the miracle of a little, tiny seed that turns into a plant, that turns into food for us, and that becomes a seed to be planted again.  I guess it is just science, but it still seems a little incredible that a seriously dead-looking thing could become something so full of life.  I remembered Jesus' analogy to his death and resurrection in John 12:24,  "I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone. But if it dies, it produces many others and yields a rich harvest."

And then I remembered all the parables about seeds, especially the one about the the good soil, birds (you might insert "chickens"), weeds, and rocky soil, and I realize how much work it actually takes to make sure the seeds sprout and don't get eaten or trampled or choked with weeds.  It suddenly makes more sense about why faith like a mustard seed would matter.  Assuming that the mustard seed is planted in some good soil, watered, and given sunlight, a very small thing that appears dead turns into a crazy, living bush-weed.  And the kingdom of heaven is like that seed.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Planting Day: Round 1

At least 5-8 weeks before April 15 (last day of frost), we dutifully planted our seeds and placed them under a grow light in the basement.  We decided to start small, so we ordered from Seed Savers Exchange a variety of seeds.  The seeds from Seed Savers are heirloom seeds, which means they haven't been genetically modified so there is a better chance of saving seeds from year to year.  Each year that we save and seed, our plants will get more adapted to our soil and climate and hopefully, get stronger.

It also means that there is a greater variety to choose from, as follows: Miniature White cucumbers, Thai Green and Listada de Gandia eggplant, Merveille des Quatre Saisons and Slobolt lettuce, Garden Sushine and Napoleon Sweet peppers, Rhubard Red swiss chard, Stupice and Siberian tomatoes and Cilantro.  Most of the plants are smaller varieties, so we hope they won't take up as much room.  We also seeded basil and parsley from Lowe's or somewhere, purchased last year, marigold seeds (from Grandma's house), and pole beans and green beans found in the lunch room.  The chives survived the winter from last year.

Between the tornadoes, cold weather and weddings, we haven't managed to plant yet, but as it turns out... that's how it goes sometimes.  We also hadn't finished getting the raised beds ready, including cages to keep the chickens out. Also, right out the gate we already made a few mistakes.  For example, we shouldn't have started the pole beans, cucumbers and cilantro inside because they don't transplant well.

For the last few weeks, we have been hardening off our seedlings by taking them outside for a few hours each day.  This hopefully got them ready for planting day.  Meanwhile, back in the basement, everything had sprouted except the green beans and the cucumbers.  The green beans might have just been old.  We aren't sure about the cucumbers.

Today, it was cool, which was good for the lettuce.  However, it started raining half-way through, so this is to be continued.

This is part of why it has taken us so long.  Despite their many benefits, they will eat anything green in sight. Buzzards.
Compost pile and the rain barrel both constructed by my husband.  The wood was free, the barrel about $15, plus some other materials. 
The cage is PVC pipe and chicken wire.  The raised beds are 6", 8" and 10" deep, and 3'x3', all made out of scrap wood. The soil is 1 part top soil, 1 part leaf compost, and 1 part sand, *Note: Do not, repeat, do not use sand.  with a little bit of our own compost thrown in.  The chickens have been plowing this for a week or so. 
And a soaker hose runs through it, which is connected to the rain barrel.   To the right is our lettuce bed with a pole bean in the middle for shade.  Some of the lettuce was already started indoors and some we seeded today.
The rest of the seedlings waiting to be planted.  Some of them will go in the self-watering containers (more on those later).  The baby gate is because of the chickens and the baby.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Buying Bulk Grains

Several people have asked me where I get whole grains and bulk foods.  In the past, or I should say, once, I bought from We (our family) ordered all the ingredients to make granola for months.  At that time, I wanted to go in with other people but not many were interested.

Recently, a friend organized a drop in St. Louis with Azure Standard, so because other people were interested in going in on 50 lbs. of millet, I put in an order.  Because of a clerical error it didn't come this month, but will arrive in May, so I will keep you all posted on how it works.  I think they have more organic stuff across the board, although there are non-organic options. Also, it's not just bulk grains.  There is everything from frozen food options to shampoo and cleaners to choose from. 

I don't think when it comes to whole grains there is such a thing as "too bulk."  1)  It is actually quite hard to find whole grains in stores.  You usually have to shop at Whole Foods or Trader Joe's, which for us is not only far away, but 2) then when you do find them, they are pretty expensive and in a little bag which lasts about a month, if that.   With the exception of rolled oats, most whole grains are at the best price when you buy them at 5, 10, 15, or even 50 lbs. 

Now here is the trick that co-opers before us figured out: if you buy WITH people, you can get the great bulk price and still only end up with 10 lbs. of whatever.  (I always think of Marila in Anne of Green Gables... "20 pounds of brown sugar!" as Anne twirls around in her blue dress.)   And if you store the 10 lbs. of whatever in a cool, dark place in a container that critters won't get into, it will last for months. 

This is what I've uncovered so far.  I think we have moved pretty far away from the hippie, co-op days of our parents.  Even among "crunchy" friends, we are still pretty individualistic.  Or maybe it is the advent of the Internet, which despite making the purchase of bulk food much easier, is actually not so great for hashing out the details of a group bulk food purchase.  Maybe that's the connection to urban restoration... the renewal of the group mentality that allows for sharing food, recipes, homes, the face-to-face connection, and all that hippie jazz.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Fair Shares Pick Up: Week 1

As some of you know, we have been on the waiting list to join a CSA for a while called "Fair Shares" in St. Louis.  For the record, there are not many CSAs in the St. Louis area (especially not compared to the population) and the ones that exist have waiting lists a year long.  Anyway, we received the e-mail that we were in for a full share for the 2011-12 season, starting at the beginning of April and ending in March.

So the idea behind Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) is that small, local farmers, organic or not, need capital when they need to buys seeds, plant, and get things going... but don't get paid until they have a harvest.  Solution?  Community members commit to pay up-front with the understanding that they will get a weekly share of what the farm produces.  Fair Shares is a combined CSA, so some nice people organize a bunch of local farmers and producers.  The result is that we get a wider variety than just the traditional bunch of seasonal fruits and veggies.  And we possibly pay a little more for it.  We pay monthly, and it averages out to about $50 per week.

The process is fairly simple.  Every week at the same time we go to a pick-up site and get what they have for us.  The list changes every week and rotates for each pick-up site.  Okay, that's a bit complicated.  I'll keep it simple and stick to what we get each week.  

Week 1: 

Yellow Wood Farms Eggs (went to my mother-in-law since she watches the baby so much... and we have eggs already)

Hinkebein Hills Beef Bratwurst
If they look funny, it's because I didn't know that I wasn't suppose to remove the casing, and to my defense the casing looked different than I had ever seen before and didn't really cover the whole brat.  They still tasted great.  


Ozark Forest Fresh Mushrooms

It looks as if these are some of the seasonal selection, so we will be getting mushrooms for the next 7 weeks.  They are shitake and oyster mushrooms. This week it will probably be mushroom and spinach pasta for dinner.

Schroetter Farms Spinach
This got a very good soaking... several times.  The spinach was very crisp and good. It is also seasonal, so spinach for another seven weeks.

After a few rinses...

Final stage in the spinner...

Show Me Produce Mizuna
We had the choice of arugula or this delightful young mustard green. Next week (and for the next 7 weeks) we will probably choose other green selections. 

Marcoot Farms Cheese
It looks like we will get cheese or eggs every week.  We haven't tried this yet, but it might go well in our pasta sauce with the mushrooms and spinach.  We had a choice, and this one was supposed to be a bit sharp.  $5-6 for 8 oz.


  Hilty Pickles or Beets

(We chose pickles, but also bought the beets.  My husband was in heaven.  I liked them, too, and the baby enjoyed the beets. 16 oz. jars for $6)

Jailhouse JalapeƱo Brew (spicy mustard)
Companion Pretzels
The big, fat, soft, delicious kind.  So guess what we had for dinner.

And for dessert... 

Frozen peaches that we bought for $6.50 thawing in the fridge.  With whole-milk yogurt.  Yum.

I had a few "moments" (i.e. uncomfortable moments) while cooking and eating tonight.  The first one was when I looked at the brats and realized I had never seen brats that weren't shiny from casing... which my husband informed me, when he came home, is usually animal intestines.  When I researched it, I found out that only the very best and most expensive brats are actually cased in real animal intestines.  In other words, the brats that I have eaten all of my life had man-made casings.  

I'm sorry.  Hold the phone.  

Man-made from what?  I don't actually know.  Anyway, tonight I thought that the brats were wrapped in paper, but what I didn't know I was looking at was real, dead animal intestine...  which would have made them a little more shiny that what we ended up with.  However, like I said, they were delicious. 

The other moment was when, as we enjoyed our very local dinner, I realized that although I said I was not the kind of person who would intentionally spend more money on food because of  X, Y, or Z... I did.  I spent more on food because it was local.  And really... natural.

I do have my limits.  For instance, although I have been looking into switching to raw milk for health reasons, raw milk is $10.50 per gallon.  I feel like that is going too far.  And yet, I just brought home 8 oz. of cheese for $6.  

The verdict is still out, but this is only Week 1.  Stay tuned!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

A Granola Story

At this point, I have to give props to my mother who made granola while I was still in diapers.  Thanks, Mom. 

The granola story goes like this.  Last Christmas, we were brainstorming about what to get our family as presents.  One day, I was looking through "More with Less" and saw a note above a granola recipe about how the author gave granola as a Christmas present, and voila--we were off.  The next step was to see how to make this an economical choice, because besides the obvious reasons of adding a little personal TLC to our Christmas presents, we were also trying to not break the bank.  I looked on many websites, and found that the only way to make granola at a lower price than what you buy at the store was to buy grains, seeds and nuts in bulk (with a few exceptions).  Also, the choice of sweetener is key--honey is the most expensive, of course.  Fortunately, "More with Less" is all about making do with what you have, saving money and being healthy.

The other motive behind the Christmas granola caper was that we were going to make massive amounts of granola for our family, and while we were at it, make a bunch for ourselves.  This was good motivation for me, actually, since I was slightly intimidated by the whole thing.  I mean, was I really going to keep this up, month after month?

I should also add at this point that I continued reading in the "More with Less" cookbook about commercial cereal.  There are obviously some that are healthier than others, but the bottom line--most commercial cereal is more expensive than meat per pound.  Stop and meditate on that for a minute.

I was committed.  I researched prices on-line for weeks and decided that oats are oats just about anywhere, walnuts are cheap at Aldi, local honey is preferred anyway, brown sugar is about the same most places, but other than those items, we would save big $$ if we bought bulk.  I bought 5 lbs. of flaked coconut (a family favorite), 5 lbs. of whole millet, buckwheat groats, 5 lbs. of wheat germ (which is quite a lot, actually), sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, and steel-cut oats.  We have been cycling through a variety of these for a few months now, even after making granola for our whole family (6 cups each for about 15 people).

Buckwheat groats

Our biggest discovery was molasses.  It's cheaper than honey, less processed than white or brown sugar, and in moderation, adds a nice flavor to the cereal or granola.

For me, making cereal is about saving money, not being wasteful with excess packaging, learning to do something ourselves that might come in handy, and being healthy.   I'm not completely opposed to commercial cereal, and I don't judge people for buying it.  We still buy toasted O's for the baby.

Today's adventure is about gathering up the fragments.  I didn't have quite enough oats left to make the normal recipe, so I just grabbed all the whole grains in the house (you can even use rice).  I used about a cup of each of these: wheat germ, whole millet, whole buckwheat groats, steel-cut oats, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, chopped walnuts, coconut and 3-4 c. of rolled oats.  I might have forgotten something... yes, I forgot to put in flax seed.  Next time.

Dry mix

I heated up a cup of oil with 1/2 c. molasses and brown sugar (w/ a little water) and then mixed in the dry ingredients.  The two cardinal rules of granola or cereal are 1) don't burn the sugar and 2) don't burn the granola.   There is no going back or salvaging it if you do.  Make sure to stir the cereal frequently.  I like to use this oven-safe pot so I do fewer dishes and I don't spill in the oven when I stir, but you can use cookie sheets, also.  The only thing to watch with molasses is that the color is already dark brown, so color will not be a good indicator if the cereal is done. 

Plus molasses, sugar and oil

In the end, I have been making cereal for a few months now, and I have it down to a couple hours during which I am also doing other things.  So it's like my Saturday activity.  My husband is in charge of making bread. :o)

The basic recipe

Sunday, April 3, 2011

City Chicks

First of all, the title is actually a real book that I should reference and recommend, City Chicks: Keeping Micro-flocks of Chickens as Garden Helpers, Compost Makers, Bio-reyclers, and Local Food Producers by Patricia Foreman.   

So the story about why and how we got fairly undramatic, actually.  My husband and I talked about it once. Then one day, I met a guy from our neighborhood who gave me a haircut at my house and talked about how he had chickens and he helped people set up coops.  When my husband got home, I mentioned it again.  My husband proceeded to find some chickens on craig's list in Imperial that were 5 mos. old (only 3 mos. older than our baby at the time).  That weekend, we went out and bought the chickens, 4 for $35.  The next weekend (and the following), my crafty husband put together a coop (with the help of my brothers) out of scrap materials.  After that, we drove out to pick up the chickens (then about 6 mos. since we had gone out of town for a weekend), and that was it.  It was winter, so we put a light bulb with a cage over it and set the light on a timer for 2am until 5am to give the ladies 14 hrs. of day light.  They started laying, and have been laying about an egg each per day.   

Now, in retrospect I can't remember why we jumped on this thing so fast.  My husband was really excited about it, and he has (to be fair) been doing most of the work, which for the record, is less than you would do to take care of a dog.   I think we had thought about a garden, and we knew that the chicken crap would make great compost.   We also liked the idea of eggs.  Having said that, the chickens were definitely the catalyst for everything else... finding a CSA, starting a garden (the great compost was demanding it!), reading farming memoirs, urban and rural.   

Now we are totally urban chicken advocates.  We let them free-range during the day, which doesn't mean we are animal rights activists, although I'm glad our chickens are happy in the sunshine eating bugs.  The biggest benefit is not the chickens' morale, but the fact that our eggs have great amounts of vitamin D and protein in them as a result.   

Chickens are so easy to keep if you have a little bit of knowledge.  Non-organic, Purina chicken feed runs about $12 for 50 lbs. which will last about a month with 4 chickens and yields at least 8 dozen eggs, which would be about $15 for regular eggs, in which case we break even, or $24 dollars for cage-free eggs.  But chickens will also mow your lawn for you, turn your compost, and eat bugs (and mice...remind me to tell that story).  They will eat food scraps, including meats, although we don't give them chicken... That's just weird.  So really, they can be very economical, especially considering what they give in return.  

Having your own chickens has become a status symbol recently, but I want to see this turned on it's head and the people who live in food insecurity have the opportunity to raise chickens. I have heard arguments that if all chickens were cage-free, nobody could afford eggs.  Apparently, their memory doesn't extend beyond 50-60 years ago, when many average folks had chickens and could afford them just fine.  They weren't status symbols, it was just how people fed their families.  The eggs were far superior to the insipid, pasty-yellow-yolk eggs you can find at your local supermarket, not because of more technology, but because it was just how God made chickens to function.  Oh, how far we have progressed. 

Off my soapbox now... and here are a few pics to inspire you! 

I had to put this in--our first egg.  Gorgeous, right? The yolk is even better.  You'll never eat store bought again.

The front and the yard.  We always lock them in at night.  So far, no critters have gotten to them.  The food and the water are out here, too.  You just have to make sure the water doesn't stay frozen in the winter, and doesn't run out in the summer.  They dehydrate easily. 
The whole back opens up.  In retrospect, we should have made this a little more "people-friendly" but it's not that bad to clean out.  We (my husband) cleans it out about monthly, but adds new bedding every few days.  There are "windows" for ventilation up top, which we covered with cardboard during the winter. 

They only lay in one box, actually, although we had three in case they needed some privacy.  You have to kind of train them where to lay, otherwise you will find eggs in random places in your yard.

The incredible, edible egg.
They seem to like their house.  They come in as soon as it is dark.  However, we are currently building cages for our raised bed gardens.  They will eat any green thing.  Small price to pay, I guess. 

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Crunchy Consumer

That is possibly one of the bigger oxymorons that fall under this topic, with the exception of "all natural cookies." I mean, I thought the whole idea behind "crunchy" is supposed to be anti-consumerism. But no. The packaging on "crunchy" products is just as assuring and inviting as on bad-for-you, synthetic, processed items. Marketing people aren't dummies. Consumers are. :o)

Okay, but that isn't what I wanted to write about today. I stopped by Fair Shares and Local Harvest on the way home from work. I bought local. I spent more $70+ for not that many items. Let me explain.

So my husband and I have been going back and forth about where to buy food, what to buy and how much to spend. The latter topic hasn't been back and forth, really, since the general consensus in our house is that we should spend LESS. In general. I have heard other people say that they WANT to spend more if they are buying organic foods, whole foods, pick a food. We are not those people. In general, we want to spend less.

The "where" is an issue mostly because we feel that buying locally produced foods is good for the local economy, which is good for our neighborhoods because it provides jobs, etc. However, I had a little revelatory moment was while reading my copy of the "More with Less" cookbook. One of the writers shared a little personal note about buying milk. She said that in her town she could drive 25 miles to the mega-mart to buy milk at a low price, or she could buy local milk from a little market only 5 miles away, but for a much higher price. However, she realized that with rising gas prices, the 25 miles could really add up. Not only that, but there could be a day when the local market might go out of business because everyone goes to the mega-mart, and then she would HAVE to drive 25 miles for milk. You get the idea.

The "what" to buy is a vast topic: organic, natural, whole foods, processed foods, cheap food, quick foods, baby foods. Suffice to say, we lean towards whole foods (not the store, but actually unprocessed or less processed foods) because of the health benefits and the financial benefits. If we buy bulk or buy at discount stores and then make the food ourselves, we save money, we know what's in our food, we learn to value the food because we spent time making it, and hopefully we make healthy things. We aren't so stuck on the "organic" label, but that's another topic.

All this to give a short background about why I made my stops today.

First, we just joined the Fair Shares combined CSA this year (more about that later). Today was the shopping day for the CSA, so I went to see what they had as left-overs from the last season. I should note that these are all locally produced in MO or IL, and that most of it is sustainably grown, but not necessarily USDA certified organic.

I bought:
  • 1 qt. local maple syrup @ $15 (better than Schnuck's price and local to boot = good deal)
  • 1 lb. popping corn @ $3 (not better than Schnuck's, therefore, I'm tempted to not care that it's local popping corn, or I hope it's the best popcorn I've ever bought. This might be a future item I buy bulk.)
  • 16 oz. local honey @ $6 (same price at Soulard market and good for allergies = worth it, especially considering now it's a 1-stop shop at Fair Shares.)
  • 1 pk. grass-fed beef hot dogs @ $4 (Holy cow. Or it better be. But hopefully better for us than the cheap hot dogs.)
  • 1 bag tortilla chips @ $2.50 (Actually, they were quite good, and not much more than other chips, so a pretty good deal if we pretend chips are part of a balanced diet.)
  • 3 7 oz. jars of cooked, pureed butternut squash @ $7/ea. (This was thanks to the marketing of Fair Shares' newsletter, which listed several ways to use this. And the baby can eat it.)
Then, when I left I remembered we were out of milk. Instead of going to Aldi, where they sell a gallon of whole milk for about $3 AND claim to sell milk that is hormone free (I have yet to investigate this claim), I turned on Morganford and stopped at Local Harvest, which true to its name, sells locally grown food. At a very reasonable price... for people who can afford to buy a house in the Tower Grove neighborhood. So not reasonable. But it's local milk.

I bought;
  • 1 gal. pasteurized sans hormones whole milk @ $5 (So possibly the same thing that I get at Aldi if they are telling the truth, except I supported a local dairy farmer. My husband pointed out that Aldi might also support local dairy cows. Also, I've heard raw milk tastes better, so maybe I 'm missing the boat completely on this issue.)
  • 1 qt. whole milk yogurt sans hormones @ $5 (This is about what it is at Schnuck's.)
With this milk and yogurt I will make 3 qts. (or more) of yogurt, hormone free, and doubly local since it's going to be from my kitchen. I will average $3/qt. for whole milk, non-hormone yogurt at that point. That's not bad, but then if I had bought the Aldi milk, I would average about $2/qt. on yogurt. And Aldi employs local people.

Was it worth it? Well, I fully believe in buying locally at this point. We are supposed to be a blessing in the city where we live. However, I also fully believe that if I don't balance the checking account, I am not being a good steward of the resources God has given us. Therefore, this discussion will continue... but not tonight. I'm going to eat the best popcorn I have ever bought.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Title

This blog is a dedicated blog, meaning it's not going to be like the other blog I tried and failed at. I decided that a blog needs a purpose, a theme, something to come back to when I start rambling on and on. Otherwise, it's just about my life and how I feel, which is great to share with close friends, but not very interesting in a blog. Anyway, not the way I would write it.

So I thought and thought about a title. The first option was "Crunchy Christianity," but that was taken. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. But I realized that it wasn't exactly what I meant to convey in a title. Then I/we (my husband was in on this venture by this time) thought of "Granola Gospel," which was already taken by a Mennonite church blog. I felt I was in good company, but wanted to be a little more specific.

Because this isn't a blog about being "crunchy" (which is actually sort of a slam by people who aren't really sure what you're on about). And it isn't a blog about granola (although I would like to talk about that at some point starting with the issue of commercial cereal). This is a blog about how Jesus led us to live in the city of St. Louis and grow a garden here. We also have chickens. But it's not only about gardens and chickens.

I have been called "crunchy," "hipster," and a few other things, but I see a problem with all of these labels. Most of these groups of people have a great credo or manifesto, but it is based in a worldview that not only excludes God, but denies Him. This is a big problem for me. When I go to the library or the Internet to find information about "urban farming," "whole foods," or "sustainable living," I'm looking for role models, people I can emulate. Instead, I find very sad, empty folks who are seriously living out very good values, but without an underlying worldview that I can sink my teeth into. I have been known to slam a good farming memoir book down in disgust when the moral of the story is something about "finding myself in the land."

Therefore, this blog is dedicated to living in the city, growing some food, raising chickens, making baby food, granola, and other grown-up food, recycling, consuming less, composting, simply living counter-culturally, but ultimately this blog is dedicated to seeing the kingdom of God take root and grow in this little patch of land in St. Louis, MO. This blog is about partnering with God as He shows us the way we are supposed to "work it out" in this space and time. This is about our little part to play in urban restoration.