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School's back in session, the temperatures are slowly started to dip, and people will not shut up about pumpkin spice everything. Fall is tiptoeing into our lives, and I for one am very excited. Fall has always been my favorite season--I love the crisp air, the leaves changing and falling, and the smell of wood smoke around as people start using their fireplaces again.
This is the first in what will be an on-going series describing the (mis)adventures my husband and I have on our 5-acre mini-farm. Most people agree that it's pretty easy to grow your own vegetables (even year round) and other grains, but some might think that growing fresh, local, sustainable, and organic cat food is impossible. Nonsense, I say! You can grow your own cat food. We've done it with great success. Here is the detailed step-by-step guide:
There's a new event on the block - the Artisan Cup & Fork - downstate Illinois' premiere food competition. The tagline, "Life is too short to drink bad booze and eat bad food" is the perfect way to describe this unique culinary experience. The event highlights 8 farm to table chefs, 16 family-owned farmers, and only one team will come out on top as the winner.
This is my first blog entry at TLC and I have grain on the mind. One of my first large tasks as the Farmer Training Program Manager has been to finalize the planning of our upcoming workshop on organic grain marketing. It has my head swimming with memories of my childhood riding in my dad's combine and running through the corn stubbled fields of central Ohio. To this day, the smell of soybean dust is a close second favorite to the smell of tractor grease.
Back in February when I was sitting at the dining room table with my seed catalogs, I was planning big.
We're at the halfway point of our second season at the Champaign Farmers' Market, and it feels like a fitting time to reflect on the question at the heart of National Farmers' Market Week celebrations: why do I love my market?
I, for one, know how a busy week can quickly run away from you. Next thing you know - BLINK! It's Sunday again. You ask yourself, " I had SO many plans... what happened to the week?" That's me. If I'm not focused on the few things outside of work that I want to get done during the week, it just doesn't happen between kickball, glass blowing, yoga, tending to the garden..... and the list can go on.
In under a week, I leave the Midwest, and I’ll do so feeling hopeful. Despite a frightening political landscape and the frequent dread of checking the morning news, my time here has taught me that our hope should rest first in the people around us and the positive actions they take.