Monthly Archive: September 2019

I was on the phone with Oren, having just agreed to take on coordination of foodservice for a Conference that he, Polly, Danny and others are planning. The Conference’s name is CoopCon; the subject...

Last Saturday, I was awoken early by my alarm, alerting me it was time to get up and prepped for another long market day. The alarm was followed closely by a thought; the first...

I pulled into the Appleton milk plant at noon on Tuesday — tractor/tanker loaded with condensed skim, ready to be unloaded and crafted into low-fat mozzarella cheese. It had been a long couple of...

I texted Polly as Red and I left town Tuesday morning, later than I’d wanted. Be there in 15. We arrived around 8:00, however, to an empty parking area, and two puppy-eyed puppies. “Jeez, where...

The season of bounty is upon us. Partial jars of fresh-pressed apple cider litter the farm common area. Our cooler wall continues to fill with bins of fresh apples. Carrots, onions and zucchini lie...

I’m struck by the attentiveness demanded by the vegetables we are growing this season. I munch a radish in the truck, and am struck by its relative woodiness and blandness, compared to the same...

I got an early start Wednesday and roared out of town in our beastly F-350, fully loaded with a bed and trailer of woodchips. I had them mostly unloaded by the time Monica showed...