Resurrection???....

Hey Chiquitas! I was reminded of this lovely blog of ours while looking at another friend's blog -- I think we STILL have things to share with each other (AND with our limited readership!)... so any interest in resurrecting this Shit!?!!... (am I allowed to swear on our blog??)... I'll keep this post short by posting this very interesting article I just read at the NYTimes online, about 20-somethings and our latent adult-ness... I know I have talked about a lot of these issues with a few of you over the last years of struggle, hardship, and identity-seeking...

"What Is It About 20-Somethings?"

And now, a few personal messages:
Nads - Good luck with the beginning of your fall semester!!...
Spring - Sending you a reply e-mail soon :)...
Anna - I AM still editing your wedding video... hope to get it to you very soon... Otherwise, I hope your semester starts out well, and good luck with new job apps (I hear through the grapevine that you've been applyin!)
Audrey - See you on Sunday, probs at that art opening!

For now, signing off,
Jessi G.

Curds and What?! - Aud's Dairy Diary Part II

For all the readers of this blog who have been waiting with baited breath for Part II of the Dairy Diary, wait no more! Here are a series of factoids and anecdotes from three days I spent in the cheese room and a day feeding the cows. (The cow in photo, left, is not actually from the Creamery - their calves, unfortunately perhaps, don't wear adorable sweaters!)



Cheese Room: Day 1
My first day in the cheeseroom, I had shown up early so that I could eat my lunch sitting outside on the grass after my 40 min bike ride to the farm. But - Bonus! - upon arrival, the farmers spotted me and invited me in to eat with them! The lunch menu cracked me up because every dish contained one of their dairy products: Cream of broccoli soup, with cheese toast, and fruit and yogurt for dessert. Yum! I now imagine the farmers eating dairy every day, three meals a day, for the rest of their lives.

Then we headed to the cheese room. The level of sanitation in the cheese room falls somewhere between the kitchen at the restaurant where I worked in high school, and the dust-free, pressurized Geology clean-lab where I worked in college. There was ample hair-netting, over-shoe-bootying, and hand washing before we entered the actual cheese-making area.

The primary activity on day one was weighing and wrapping food for distribution. The Creamery distributes their cheese to local farmer's markets, some local coffee shops and restaurants, and to a private distributor, Cornucopia, that sells their stuff to bigger chains like Whole Foods. Cheese sold by the farmers (e.g. for the local farmers markets) is individually priced by weight, while cheese sold through the distributor is simply weighed in bulk (the distributor sets their own re-sale price).

Other exciting activities on Day 1 included:

Flipping some cheeses in the early stages of becoming a soft brie-style cheese (so delicate in my hands! It felt really soothing to touch!).

Stamping labels (each cheese sold must be stamped with a special tracking code with batch number and date).

Learning about the basic process of making cheese-curd:
- Large vats of milk are heated up to a certain temp to be pasturized (I think it's around 147 degrees F) and must remain there for a set number of minutes, as documented on a line graph that looks like a small seismograph.
- Bacteria (rennet) is added and depending on what kind of cheese is underway, the length of time and amount of bacteria and salt added will vary.
- One of the key factors in the success of the cheese is the pH (test every few hours when the cheese is first being curded).

Cheese Room: Day 2
OK! Day Two, begin! Day two was my first day making mozzarella! Exciting. So I'll jump to that. Following will be a brief description of how mozz-making happens at the Creamery, and then an embedded video of some dude making it on his home stove. (Great soundtrack!)

So, making mozzarella begins with making cheese curd (as described above). From there, the process resembles making bread much more than you might expect from cheesemaking. The mozzerella room is set up with a bunch of diffferent stations, including:

Station 1: The small counter, where large chunks of fresh warm cheese curd are carved up into about 1/4" long slices and tossed into large tubs. (This was my primary post.) The person doing this job is fondly dubbed "Cheese wench." Nice - bringing pirate-speak to the farm!

Station 2: Hot salt bath. The person working here is basically set up at a large sink with a bunch of large tubs full of hot salty water. The slices of cheese curd are dumped in, and kneaded several times until a smooth large ball of cheese-dough develops.

Station 3: Rolling cheese balls! The person or people at the last station take the large cheese dough hunks, and form them into the small mozz balls that are ultimately what customers buy. It's actually a really skill-demanding process involving creating a beautiful, evenly-shaped bulbous roll, and pinching it off at the bottom without leaving any rough patch or sign of tear. The shaped balls are then placed in tubs of ice water to solidify.

And that's it! It was simpler than I imagined, but on a late spring day when there's tons of milk, it's definitely a time-consuming task for three or four people. To me the most amazing aspect of this process is the hand-made nature. Most mozzarella available in stores is made by machine, and even smaller producers will often use machines rather than hand-form the balls.

Here's a great video by some guy making mozz at home:



Day 3:
In addition to mozz-making repeat, I also got to partake in the exciting tasks of:

- Mixing "Quark," a soft salty cheese which is whipped in a large blender briefly to give it a really smooth consistency;

- "Wash" one of the hard cheeses using a cloth coated with a bacteria bath, which gives the cheeses a colorful orange rind.

General cheese-room observations

It's a small facility, with just two rooms, and they use it incredibly productively.

Orders are not consistent from week-to-week, and often there's a negotiation process between the farmer about how much supply they can realistically offer based on milk availability, and the purchaser about how much demand they have on the re-sale end. Interesting to think about how small businesses in general deal with the variability in demand on a weekly basis.

And finally - my most recent day (Internship, Day 7): Back outside.
We took down an old electric fence (off of course).

We fed cows:
When cows aren't on pasture (i.e. winter) they do eat some corn. Anyone who's read Omnivore's Dilemma probably knows that corn isn't the best for cows' digestive tracts, but when they eat it only part of the year, and if they have time to let their stomachs get used to the non-grass diet, it seems to not be too big of a problem. The adult cows also get some kelp which is nutritious for them, as well as some hummate which is good for the soil.

We put straw on the heifers' (i.e. teenage cows') beds:
Essentially, covered up the muddy poop spots so the cows could lie down without being too gross!

And most importantly:
Spent a solid 15 minutes standing around petting the calves, which have enormous eyelashes and are curious but awkward, and wonderful.

Annnnd that's all! (This post is also intended to double as a required school assignment so I apologize if the quality is moderately sub-blog! But I hope it was at least somewhat interesting!)

~ Cheese wench, over and out. ~

An ImMOOvable Feast - Aud's Dairy Diary, Part 1

Fresh-pulled, soft, warm, just-made mozzarella cheese is my new favorite food. When you bite into it, the salty water that hasn't all drained out yet squishes around in your mouth and the whole-milk cheese has a half-rubbery, half dough-y feel that squeaks deliciously on your teeth as you chew! Chew, chew... chew ...


{Photos: Ethereal views of the first-ever organic, hand-pulled mozzarella swirl I made on Thursday, captured digitally by cell-phone cam. Dan Apfel thinks it looks like bird poop but *I* think it looks delicious!}


This week marks my one-month anniversary as an unpaid intern at the Chapel Hill Creamery. After a stint clearing pasture and an afternoon of weighing cheeses on previous visits, this week I earned the privilege of participating in the mozzarella cheese-making ritual with two of Carrboro's most esteemed local organic dairy farmers /slash/ small artisanal cheese makers.

And I'll get to the cheesemaking description! I promise. It's all part of the reflection process (a requirement for my sustainable ag class, as well as a generally good idea). In this blog post, I'm aiming to describe my farm visits so far, structure the new knowledge I've gained, and reflect on the experiences.

Although I've only visited the farm four times now, I'm astounded at how much I've aleady picked up about the workings of the dairy. Flo and Portia, the owners, are not only hardworking farmers, skilled cheesemakers and savvy business women, but also enthusiastic teachers who love to talk about their cows!

Anna and Nadia - having much more farm experience than me, you are probably going to chuckle and think to yourselves, "yep! that's how it goes!..."

And Jess - I'm sure you'll love the breast-feeding aspect re: cow birthing :)



Week 1: Meeting the Farmers, Scoping the Farm

The first visit was simply an informal, "orientation" type of meeting. Flo and Portia met with me and the two undergrads who'd also be working there to discuss some of the basics. We sat around their kitchen table, which seemed to double as their conference table. The big back windows of their house overlook a creak 100 yards away, while their front windows allow them to keep an eye on everyone who comes and goes, as well as all the dairy activities, looking straight out to the barn, pastures and milking house no more than 50 or 60 feet away.

The Creamery had never had interns before us, so the owners, while enthusiastic about the opportunity, weren't quite sure what to do with us! But they were excited and wanted us to get hands on experience in all aspects of the combined farm and cheese-making operation. Additionally, they wanted us to realize that farmwork involves a combination of really repetitive, routine labor - e.g. feeding and milking the cows, making cheese for weekly delivery to distributors, and keeping the place generally tidy - combined with dealing with the irregular and the unpredictable occurrences - e.g. dealing with felled trees, broken machinery, and excitingly, delivering and caring for BABIES! (Cow babies.)

(Interpretation: Farm is like life.)

Other observations from that first brief visit include:

A) The farmers are really, really kind, warm, welcoming, and gentle - the kind of traits I expect from rural folk (which is a phrase I picked up down here).

B) The owners have somewhat specialized so that Portia is more of the "general manager"/dairy guru, while Flo is the "Big Cheese" (har har) in the cheesemaking/cheese-selling aspects of the enterprise.

Oh! Aaaaand, I was excited to demonstrate my minimal dairy knowledge by mentioning this recent study finding that cows with names produce more milk!

Biking home, I didn't yet realize just how much I would come to appreciate living DOWNHILL from the farm.



Week 2: Where Cows Go To Nap

Oh the blustery Carolina Piedmont. Cycling to the farm for my first real work day, I cursed the atmosphere under my breath for all five hilly miles of my journey. Why, wind!? Why must you blow in my face no matter which direction I travel. The road isn't the sea, I can't just set my sails close-hauled while my vessel does most of the work!

But eventually I arrived, just as the other two interns drove up and Portia came out to greet us. After she gave us a sort of knowledge-dump (details of which are described below), we moved on the the day's work - clearin' brush!

The brush-clearing was kind of awesome, because eventually it led to me just messing around for an hour on a ridiculous four-wheeler (my first, and possibly last time, but not for lack of amusement). In theory, we were clearing a path and also creating some little cow-sized resting nooks so that A) the farmers can access the electric fence for repairs, and B) in the summer, the cows can lay down in the shade of the overstory without getting poked by lower, udder-level shrubs.

At some point as we were working, it became obvious to the farmhand, Allison, that the clear and present need was for someone to run the four wheeler back and forth over the path as many times as possible to tamp it down. I quickly volunteered! Awesome! Here was a chance to try out one of those evil ATVs that every environmental org vitriolically lambasts when any sort of wild lands legislation is up for discussion!

I must admit, it was as expected: Loud, leading cause of erosion, smelled like icky diesel, clumsy to steer, plaything of rednecks ... but was also awesome - climbed over pretty much everything I wanted (stumps, rocks, inclines), was fun to straddle... Perhaps an ultimate combination of work and fun.


OK. Now for some details on the farm (i.e. Portia's knowledge dump):

Farm Overview

The Chapel Hill Creamery is somewhat unique for a small cheesemaking enterprise, in that the milk is produced on site. Many artisinal cheesemakers don't also raise cows, and many small organic dairy farmers don't make cheese for sale. The fact that the Creamery does BOTH, in my mind, puts this farm higher up the ladder of a holistic farm ecosystem - and I think Michael Pollan would agree.

Portia and Flo started the certified-organic operation around the year 2001 with just nine cows. Since then their herd has grown to about 45 cows as they breed their herd using an artificial insemination process. Being a dairy farm, they keep only females; any bull calves that are born are sold to a local organic meat producer, or on occasion slaughtered at the Creamery and eaten throughout the year.

Cow Food

The cows are pasture-fed. Although the cows do eat hay, too, they mostly eat grass. Portia described to us the ideal cycle to feed cows on pasture - when the grass is about 8-ish inches high (hands-measurement), the farmers will let the cows munch it down until it's about 3 inches high (another hands-measurement). Doing so is an ideal system because that top part of the grass has the most nutrients for the cow, and by having the cows eat down the grass to that not-quite-buzz-cut level, the grass maintains a healthy root system and can regenerate itself easily.

So the cows will be rotated through the pastures, depending on which pastures are ready for grazing, and when there is no appropriate pasture/during much of the winter, the cows are fed hay inside a two-sided barn.

Since the cows are pasture-raised, this also means they have softer ground to stand on than the animals kept on concrete flooring, resulting in far fewer foot (um, hoof) injuries which are apparently a big problem for cows in larger dairies.

Cow Babies

The Creamery has nine "lines" of cows on their farm - A through I. Each line is named after the original mother that started it, from the original herd of nine cows. Cows, like humans, will have a "due date" for their delivery but won't necessarily stick strictly to the schedule. Around the general time that a pregnant cow is due, the farmers will begin to watch for signs it's close to giving birth, such as the cow repeatedly raising its tail with no pooping, wetness around the birthing, uh, hole, and general restlessness.

When the farmers know that a cow is about to calf, the cow will be placed in a small fenced pen right in front of the farmhouse so all the employees can keep a close eye on it. Once the calf is born, they take it to a little pen with some blankets and feed it a large dose of colostrum (milk produced in the first few days after giving birth, with high nutrient content and special immune system benefits). The farmers also have to specially treat the mother, who is at a high risk for potentially fatal complications immediately after birth due to the loss of fluid and the other stresses on the body. So, yes - the cows are each given careful attention during this most joyous of times for any species.

However, SOMEtimes, a cow will go off into a pasture and have her baby in secret.

This, for example, was the story of the cow named Audrey. Supposedly, one day pregnant Andrea wandered off and didn't come home with the other cows in the evening. The next morning, the farmers noticed a group of cows all huddling around something in a far corner of the pasture. In the middle of the circle, they discovered a calf! Already 12 hours old, poor little shivering Audrey was rushed back to the barn and wrapped in a blanket and fed some colostrum and monitored. The little calf developed a high fever! She almost died! But then... miraculously, she bounced back, after scaring her human "parents" and creating a good story. She is now a full fledged adult cow and has her own babies down the A line.

My major takeaway from the day was the thrill of seeing a working model of the integrated organic pasture-raised cow farm described in my favorite chapter (Three) of Michael Pollan's Omnivore's Dilemma.

After the hard day's work, I admit: I wimped out and caught a ride home, bike-in-trunk.

There's much more to tell about the milking and cheese rooms, but since this post is already so long, I'll hold off on those tales for another day!

Chew, chew... chew... over and out!

From the wetlands to the cauliflower fields...summer in Madison, Wisconsin

Hallo Alles ~

...which means "hello everyone" in german. Because I have my computer settings on german I get to navigate google Blogs and check my email in the german language.. it's loads of fun, trust me ;)

I am so excited to finally write on our blog. I guess it all started with the theme "Green Jobs" so I thought I would start by explaining the title of my post (or "titel" as my german Blog setting states).

I have recently moved to Madison, Wisconsin from upstate (Adirondacks) New York. Why move from such beautiful mountains and wilderness to a city in the flat midwest you might ask? Well, I will try my best to answer.

First off, I was getting a little lonely...yes, even though I was enjoying my love affair with the woods, streams, and dare I say wild animals (not literally of course) I was getting an itch for city life. At least of the small-ish kind of city. I yearned for bike lanes, walks to the coffee shop where anti-Iraq war meetings were going on, eccentric people walking down the sidewalk, late night live music at a cafe, and all hopefully in an environmentally conscious place nontheless - Madison came into view.

Second, I am interested in University of Wisconsin, Madison. Mostly for it's conservation biology and landscape/community ecology programs. I am considering applying to grad school for next fall. I had a job for the summer monitoring the nesting behaviors of swamp sparrows in wetlands just north of Madison. Three times a week I would travel in a NRCS (National Resources Conservation Service) vehicle with a few other research assistants to monitor the birds in 6 different natural and restored wetlands.

Third, I wanted to live in a small city AND work on an organic farm for a season. Madison was the best of both worlds due to its high density of organic farms with CSA members (some of which are only a 20 min drive from downtown) and an abundance of farmers markets all throughout the area. Thus, the second part of my post's title has to do with the fields (and hoophouses) that I have been pouring my heart and sweat into since June. The fruits of our labor have been many though and I have been able to freeze, can, and enjoy SO much fresh food - veggies, fruit, and pasture-fed chickens and turkeys.

So...in response to the title of our blog I would say that a "green job" means many things to me. First and foremost it means "feeling green" - feeling good about your everyday interactions with your surroundings (the people you meet, the animals you protect, the water you drink, the type of transportation you use, etc. - the list goes on and on) But, by living in a place where you can come as close as possible to "feeling green" well then you're probably going to be able to find yourself in a "green job" situation. I like jobs that connect me to the earth more fully (or at least to some sector of the earth that I enjoy helping or learning more about). I love being around children - I hope to be teaching again this fall. I love studying plants and animals in their natural habitat. I love growing, harvesting, and storing my own food. I hope that I can continue to have jobs that keep me "feeling green" throughout my entire life. Wow...I think I wrote too much, but that's what happens when I wait to long to make a post. Ha!

Take care everyone...until next time.

~Nadia

"When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..."

After recently reading the book Newjack, by ethnographic journalist Ted Conover, my lingering interest in the US Prison System was brought to my moral/mental foreground. After being denied entry into some of the nation's top maximum security prisons, Conover decided to be hired, undercover, as a Corrections Officer at Sing-Sing prison (located just 5 hours Southeast of Rochester, in the Hudson River Valley). The one-year account of his experiences "walking the [prisoner] block" is extremely engaging and well written. His observation of racial discrimination, distorted punishment, and generally inhumane experience (on the part of both prisoners and guards) is astounding. I highly recommend this read to anyone seeking to learn more about the U.S. prison system.

For now, I offer a few key facts and figures I have come across in my cursory internet research of the US Prison System:



General Statistics

(Click on image above for better image definition.)

The U.S. has the highest prison population rate of 738 per 100,000 of its national population, compared to other democratic nations.

More than 1 in 100 adults in the United States is in jail or prison.

Class and Race

Many of us have heard of the extreme discrepancies in race and income when comparing the incarcerated population to the general population... Some quick facts:

One in nine black men ages 20 to 34 is incarcerated. That figure is 1 in 100 for black women between the ages of 35 and 39, compared with one in 355 for white women in the same age group.

For more figures on incarceration by race, check out this Interactive Map of the US:
Who goes to prison for drug offenses?

Women in Prison

From 1977 to 2003, New York State's female prison population increased by approximately 500 percent--This is twice the rate of males. A good portion of this increase can be attributed to the "war on drugs" , as officially declared by Nixon in the early 1970's, but which was also heavily supported by the Reagan and Clinton administrations, and still holds effective today.

As the Women's Prison Association reports: "Women in the criminal justice system are largely non-violent and not a risk to public safety. Typically, they are poor women of color who were arrested for drug-related crimes. Most have substance abuse histories, and are survivors of family violence and sexual abuse as well. Over three quarters are mothers and more than half have minor children at home."

Bringing it Home

Recently, I decided to meet with the Director of a local prisoner advocacy group, The Judicial Process Commission (JPC), to see how I might begin to do something, on both a personal and public level, about what is happening in our prison system. I now hope to attend their September training session in order to be a mentor for a woman in a local jail/prison. There is also talk, in the younger Rochester activist community, of hosting a prisoner correspondence program, while more pointedly advocating for prison reform and eventual abolition of the prison system as it exists today. Some friends and I will be meeting in a couple weeks to make plans for the coming year.

Finally, some of you might recognize the title of this blog post as a stolen lyric from Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues". Cash's lyrics seemed an apt way to introduce a discussion of our prison systems, as he sings from the point of view of the imprisoned person. That is, the statistics I have listed are really only a summary of millions of personal stories of suffering and injustice.