Wednesday, November 14, 2007

We are rich


Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and we’re busy planning the menu. Of course, we’re taking the local food challenge, which isn’t too difficult for us in Maine. We can find all that we need, right here in Maine. We are so lucky and so rich!
Turkey - Mainely Poultry, Warren
Vegetables - our garden, or
Peacemeal Farm, Dixmont, or
Freedom Farm, Freedom
Fail Better Farm, Unity
Shrimp - locally caught in Penobscot Bay, gifted to us by a local fisherman
Butter - I’m making it from organic cream from White’s Orchard Dairy
Bread for stuffing -- Borealis Aroostook Wheat
Sausage for stuffing -- Cornerstone Farm, Palmyra
Mushrooms - Oyster Creek Mushroom Co, Damariscotta
Cranberries - wildgathered and bartered for
Cranberry chutney and cranberry butter -- Half Moon Farm, Montville
Herbs - our garden
Spices - gifted to my brother from a friend who got them in Spain, then sailed home
Coffee - gifted to us by Louella, and picked by her in Mexico last winter
Honey - Gardiner’s Honey, Swanville
Maple Syrup - either Brad’s or Freyenhagen Family Farm, Union
Eggs - ours
Cheese - ours
Milk - ours (but all milk available here is Maine grown and produced)
Salt - maine sea salt
cider - our apples, picked by Brad, pressed at Sewall’s Orchard
apples for the pie - ours
fruit wine - Winterport Winery, or Brad’s

The last and final nut to crack: nuts. We’re looking for Maine walnuts or hazelnuts. We know they’re out there!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Hunting Season



All jokes aside about the month of breakfasts given in our honor, hunting season just makes me sad. Poor Lucy has to wear the silly collar. The goats have to stay in the near paddock, and can’t roam the woods. I don’t feel safe driving the backroads. And I worry about Mrs. Deer, who lives just on the other side of the goat’s fence in the corner of the field. Every summer she appears with her annual twin fawns. But for all that, I’m glad I live where people can still hunt if they want, and harvest the surplus of the woods. People who hunt understand that in order to eat meat, a life must be taken, and at least these lives have been full and free.