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“The further away we get from the land, the greater our insecurity.”
I drove by a farmer’s market in the Lents district of Portland yesterday–one I haven’t been to yet. (I’ve been trying to make my way around the metro area, visiting as many of the different markets as possible.) I had to stop!
I’m surprised, actually, at how different each of the markets feel. Some are small, others much larger. Some have a variety of cooked food to buy and eat on the spot. Many have live music (which I love!). Although the fruits, vegetables, flowers, and honey are present at most of the markets, there’s sometimes unexpected surprises tucked in here and there.
For example, at one market, I bought some purple potatoes and tried amazing arugula pesto. One of the markets has the huge, delicious tamales to buy hot and eat on the spot with verde sauce and sour cream. At another market I tasted my first ever Kiwi Berry and learned how to make my own solar oven.
This past weekend, though, I was on a hunt for beets. And I found them. Big, deep red beets tied in bundles. And they were cheap–only a dollar a bunch. I almost bought the guy out of his stash. I also found a large, gangly bunch of dill. I brought it all home and made 12 pints of pickled beets.
I love beets, but have never canned them. I found two recipes for pickled beets in a book I have on my shelf. One said to use cumin and cloves as a spice and one said to use dill. I picked the dill recipe, but then decided to can half of them without dill, just to see the difference.
I’ll keep you posted. (If you’d like to try your hand at pickled beets, here are a few recipes for you to try.)
In the meantime, I’ve got enough dill to start a pickle factory. I’d like to can some dilled carrots (which I’ve never tried before) and some dilly beans. I think I’ll still have dill to spare, however. Does anyone have any ideas on what to do with it?
(By the way, my chickens LOVE the beet greens and beet skins. They’re happy that I’m canning!)
Starting a blog has been slow in coming, I admit. I’ve wanted to, I really have! But I’ve been eyeball deep in building a chicken coop (who would’ve thought it would be a 6 month project?) and learning how to be a chicken chick in the city…loving the journey, but not always loving the learning curve that comes attached to it!
Yet, today, I ate my first backyard laid egg, from chicks I’ve been spoiling and loving and fretting over for the last 6 months. It was still warm when I scooped it from the nest and cracked it into the frying pan.
I’m in awe of this thing called life, and the journey I’ve taken to help me get closer to my food source. Until I had ten chickens of my own–with names and individual personalities–an egg was an egg. Now, an egg is a treasure, a miracle. It took 6 months of learning and nurturing and caretaking to get that egg. I marvel at the creatures I’m raising, how easy it is to keep them happy, how wonderful it is that they feed me in return.
It’s a grand adventure. I love it. Please join me as I stumble down this path and learn how to take back some ownership over the food I consume while living in the city!