Saturday, January 21, 2012

Why I love to farm, Part II

Another incredible benefit of a farm lifestyle is of course the healthy (fresh, unprocessed, organic, local, non-gmo, heritage variety, seasonal...) food!

Though I've never have never had particularly robust health, in the last eight years I've struggled with a variety of stubborn chronic conditions. Horse-related head injuries led to several years of migraines which, despite a staggering assortment of expensive treatments (thank you Mom and Dad for your unflinching generosity), relented to no cure other than time.

After an initial infection in college, I also became susceptible to frequent and frustrating relapses of mono, the virus springing into action any time stress or sickness weakened my system. I was eventually diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, a label I was less than excited to assume. As a syndrome with no known causes or cures, and thus a common association with feeble mental health, CFS humbled my lingering optimism with its dark outlook.

This summer I was incredibly lucky to happen upon (google upon?) a specialist with decades of experience and very good news - I simply had a a nasty case of GI candida. With this doctor's help, I've learned to re-balance my body with a completely new diet. No gluten, still no dairy, nothing processed, and - most daunting of all - nothing containing sugar or sweeteners of any kind. The persistent sweet tooth that had led me down a treacherous path of bi-weekly baking made those first few months a fierce battle of wills!

Thankfully, yeast overgrowth creates almost immediate and very noticeable negative feedback, helping me overcome temptations and fight my way into good health! Candida, the nasty bastard, produces and releases into the body (via "leaky gut syndrome" which is caused by the fungal hyphae physically tearing apart the cells of the intestinal walls) at least 75 known toxins, including immune suppressants and neurotoxins. In fact, the neurotoxins released by candida have been linked in some studies to nervous system disorders including seizures, autism, and ADHD. Some of the substances candida employs to weaken it's host immune resistance include: canditoxin (causes unsettled behavior, paralisis, and death), tartaric acid (causes fatigue and cognitive problems), arabinose (hypoglycemia and protein dysfunction), acetaldehyde (damages brain structure and function), ethanol, and opiate mimics.

I've been asked in many different ways and three times by one very skeptical individual, "So is this a real condition? I mean, do other people have it?" Though I do fabricate the majority of my medical complaints (come on - how else am I gonna get any attention around here?), I'm pretty convinced this one is for reals. Candida overgrowth remains weirdly unknown in conventional medicine, although I believe it probably has a widespread and devastating effect on many people eating conventional western diets (sugar and gluten and dairy, oh my!), and probably on society at large as well (health care costs, grumpy and exhausted citizens, and hey, has anyone else noticed the unexplained uptick in autism/depression/attention deficit?). Most women, and certainly most doctors, understand the concept of microbial balance in the female reproductive system, but somehow few are able to translate the idea to the intestinal tract where the same bacteria and fungi are competing for nutrients. And just as is the case with your nether regions, this delicate balancing act might be a great reason not to put strange and unnatural things in there (like processed food, or you know, Listerine douches - shudder).

Anyway, after seven months, I feel pretty darn awesome for the first time in a long time and am so grateful to have my spirits undampened by fungal chemicals! My immune system is still recovering, and the candida is always lurking (the specialist told me a human has enough surface area in the GI tract to cover a foot ball field, so there's lots of space for renegade candida colonies to hide out), so I'm not out of the woods yet. Intense cravings pop up here and there, sometimes for days or weeks at a time, and I try to quiet them with alternative foods that won't feed the candida. I scarfed a few handfuls of uncooked steel cut oats the other day when overcome with a sugar/gluten craving, and it somehow helped just a little. I've started using seltzer water as an oral distraction, and had pretty good luck with that. For some reason I crave peanuts almost all the time, but try to avoid them as they're thought to contain lots of mould. I suppose my candida are trying to trick me into ingesting some fresh troops for their campaign. Acidic foods like corn and coffee are also hard to avoid because they are so damn delicious and not as obviously associated with imbalance as sugar or wheat. I get frustrated and whiny, balanced so precariously between sickness and health, but how lucky am I to have a body that is telling me how to feed it at 25 when most Americans won't hear that message until cancer or diabetes tells them much too late?


And, to cheer you up a bit, a sow in the snow:


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Well, as long as you asked...

I was just signing up to join a web community of young farmers and was asked on the survey, Why do you farm? Those four little words really opened up the flood gates, and I thought I might as well share my answer here as well :) Don't worry, I did not include most of this in the survey!


Farming is a natural evolution of my first career in animal welfare. Instead of making life a bit more tolerable for animals in humane societies, I now get to foster partnerships between livestock and the local ecosystem that improve the land's resiliancy while giving the animals fulfilling lives. I love the daily opportunities for creativity and innovation and am so grateful for the strong bonds that quickly form between new and experienced farmers in our local agricultural community. My schedule and duties are never predictable, giving me an incredible freedom to take advantage of perfect afternoon running weather and yet a deep sense of responsibility to meet the needs of the livestock at any hour (and they do like the midnight hour for their urgent needs!). Accomplishments are measured on both a much larger and a much smaller scale than in our mainstream society, continually keeping me both challenged and satisfied. Most importantly, I don't have to leave my dog sitting at home as I trudge off to another day on the job, but open the door each morning to a calling that is hardly a job at all, with coworkers who only wear carhardts and smiles, and many more who sport suits of fur and feathers. This type of farming is a dynamic, frustrating, loving, co-dependant relationship - though I couldn't tell you if the farmer is the parent or the child.




Thursday, December 22, 2011

I just got an email from a wonderful older gentleman who took my class letting me know he picked up his meat share. Of all the wonderful and interesting people in the classes, Rick's the one person I connected with most, and was incredibly kind, helpful, and light-hearted. In the email he told me I'm a "class act," and so were my classes. Earning the respect of someone like Rick makes me feel that - at least in this one way and at this one moment - I arrived at where I've wanted to be as a person.

So often I feel like a million people could do my job better than I am. Some days it seems that if I just worked harder, organized better, or didn't waste so much time on stupid mistakes, I could get this place looking great, making ends meet, and walking the permaculture talk. But I'm inexperienced and not a natural leader, and I seem to have no idea where to even begin. I make bad decisions hourly and get the big picture mixed up with simple details.

Admittedly, because of all those mistakes I'm learning lessons that will probably come in handy someday. Like: don't park your trailer in a muddy field over night, don't underestimate livestocks' determination to eat expensive trees, and - the one lesson that's really determined to stick - check your f#*@ing tires before you go anywhere hauling anything! These things might save my ass someday. Then again, if there was some experienced farmer/rancher around to say, "hey, young lady, check those f#*@ing tires, park that trailer on the road, and chicken wire doesn't do shit up against a steer," maybe I could learn those lessons AND skip ahead a few (hundred) grades on all the other things I need to know out here instead of slogging along in the dark.

I frequently day dream about a career where I'm able to do an excellent job every day by simply working hard, thinking clearly, and caring deeply. I've been secretly wondering if vet school is feasible because it sounds so nice to show up at work and actually know how to do what you need to do. There's only one right way to spay a cat. (This is ridiculous. I realize that being a vet involves plenty of scary responsibility and murky decisions, but grass is always greener...) I'm in a maze where the questions aren't distinguishable from the answers, and the moment I come upon definitive reasons to make one choice, I find I should be asking a completely different question. I miss the feeling of really clear and indisputable success. Of accomplishing definitive goals.

Christmas break will involve planning and prioritizing, and maybe even setting some grand yet reasonable goals. This work is stressful, but it's challenging, exciting, liberating, and is preparing me for something good, maybe better. Maybe I'll leave here able to better balance creativity and idealism with a tight schedule and budget. Maybe I'll be a class act a little more often.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Ruby Mae!

Our beautiful new duroc gilt is all settled in and doing wonderfully! I was trying to get a nice profile of her to show off her amazing muscling and solid bone structure, but she was sure I had food and wouldn't stop chasing me! She tried nibbling my boot and tugging on my pants, but I was dispointingly inedible. Yesterday was the first time she didn't run off when I scratched her back. It was an exciting moment :) She had a good childhood compared to most pigs, but her 2 acre pasture with shade and mud and lots of human attention is a huge upgrade from the little, crowded dirt pens at Jones Farm. She's still getting used to all the ammenities, but I've seen her doing a good bit of grazing and even some romping on sunny afternoons! Now that I've been visiting a lot more than usual to heat check them, the large black gals have gotten pretty excited about their regular back scratches, and Sammie's started squealing and leaning into me as soon as I touch her! They're such delightful creatures! Pepe will be coming down this next week from his nearby home in Javier the chef's yard. Javier's gilt is Peggy's sister Ramona, and will probably be pretty excited to have her food bowl to herself for a few weeks. Hopefully we'll have two litters of LBH piglets in four months, and a litter of duroc crosses once Ruby Mae gets a little older! That with four litters of goat kids will make for an exciting spring! I'm also hoping my turkeys start laying and hopefully brooding/hatching/rearing soon, and we'll be getting a new batch of laying hen chicks in January. I never did hear how that Aspen lady liked her 8lb, very scrawny looking turkey, but maybe that's for the best lol

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

It's been lovely here (weird!) but we are expecting snow tonight. Phew, global warming was getting a little too up close and personal for a moment there. In anticipation of the snow, and also b/c I was just on a roll, I picked up all the absent farm animals today and brought them home! Got our two bred alpine does from Olathe, and I was pleasantly surprised when they acutally seemed excited to see me. Delilah and Pom are such sweethearts and are convincing me that goats are fun and easy and way more delightful than cattle. Too bad milk's so much harder to sell than beef. Of course the profit margin might be better, hmmm. Anyway, their baby daddy is a very handsome gentleman named Danny, who has a rich dark brown coat and should make really gorgeous babies. I guess they were both very good sports and came into heat right on schedule. Right on schedule AND 2 days apart which should make kidding season just that much easier! Such good girls. As I do not have a stock trailer, and decided after my adventure two weeks ago that stuffing two goats in the back seat of a small pickup is unplesant, I made a goat box in the back of the F 250 out of pallets and plywood and tarps and screws and bungies. It's pretty ugly, but very sturdy, and the ladies seemed to find it much more comfortable that the tiny Dodge Durango. I also enjoyed not having to dodge bickering goats while driving or smell them peeing all over the upholstery.


I'm also so excited to report that I picked up a new piggie on the way home! She's such a beauty - built like a weight lifter, but just gorgeous in a hog way! She's a Duroc, which is a good pasture breed like the Large Black, but she (and her babies) will grow a little quicker and produce a leaner meat - in other words, more appealing to modern Americans. She's red, and we're working on a good name for her. Her adopted sisters are named PeggySue and SammieJoe, so a double name might be cool, but I'm also liking Ruby. Maybe RubyMae? Ross suggested MaryJane, which I love, but then we all realized that on a farm run by a bunch of young hippies, everyone would assume we were honoring the drug and not the red-headed girlfriend of Peter Parker.


I also picked up our fat little pigmy goat from her (month long) date today. She's so hilarious! When she doesn't want to go somewhere (she's very willful, so that's everywhere that wasn't her idea to go to), she just drops her heft low over her haunches and digs in her little hooves, aka "pegs." It's completely incredible how much traction that critter can get. She can't weight over 100lbs, yet... Cait and I ended up picking her up and carrying her from her boyfriend's pen all the way up the hill to the truck, lifting her into the truck, pushing her into the pen in the truck, lifting her out of the truck, and carrying her all the way to her stall at the ranch! She didn't move a single inch on her own four feet the whole trip. I had the front, and Cait had the back; I kept getting horns in my face, and Cait kept getting farted on b/c we were squeezing her belly - lol! For all her struggling on the ground, Rosie goes pretty limp and seems to genuinely enjoy being carried. I could see her making a mental commitment to never walk anywhere again when there were humans available to chauffeur her bulk around! That is one strange goat, but her kids are going to be freaking adorable! We bred her to a nigerian dwarf buck who's pretty goofy looking :)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Pumpkin Quinoa Cookie recipe that i think would be good w/out stevia

Adapted off of glutenfreegoddess:

1 c quinoa flakes
1 c sorgum flour
1/2 c millet flour
1 T tapioca/potato starch
1 t xanthan gum
1 c sweetener
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t nutmeg
1/4 t ground cloves

1/2 c coconut oil
1 c canned pumpkin
1 T vanilla
1 T maple syrup
1/2 t lemon juice

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Evolving GF bread recipe

This is adapted from glutenfreegoddess with six or seven changes/additions. It's pretty dang good!

Whisk together dry ingredients:
2/3 cup sorghum flour
1/3 cup cornmeal
1/2 cup millet flour
1/3 cup corn starch
2/3 cup tapioca starch/flour
1/3 cup ground flax seeds
1/3 cup sunflower seeds
2/3 cup quick oats
2 teaspoons xanthan gum
1 1/2 tsp sea salt
1 tsp kelp granules
2 tsp rosemary

Proof yeast-
1 1/4 cup warm liquid
1 packet yeast
1 tsp maple syrup

Add to wet ingredients:
2 eggs
3 Tbs coconut oil
1 tsp lemon juice