Monday, March 29, 2010

A Tiny Home Among the Mosses: Building Fairy Houses With Children

(Photo from cover of "Fairy Houses...Everywhere!")

You're hiking on a winding path through the trees, taking in all the shades of green and the sounds of birds and squirrels, when something suddenly catches your eye. There, at the base of a giant tree with a little rivulet of water flowing by is a tiny hut made of fir boughs and bark, no more than a foot tall. The little stepping stone path leading up to the entrance is so inviting, and the little leaf cups and bowls look as though they were set up for an afternoon forest luncheon. You can't help but wonder who must live here and call this home. It sets your imagination to wandering.



This is the surprise I imagine people finding when they discover one of the many fairy houses my children and I have built in the woods and along the seashore over the years. I spent countless hours as a child building little houses and villages from sticks, leaves, and bark, and was delighted to rediscover this fun pastime with my own children. We definitely had a turning point of inspiration where they grew more elaborate when we discovered Barry and Tracy Kane's book (first photo is the cover), Fairy Houses...Everywhere and their short, sweet video, Kristen's Fairy House. We have stopped and built them on hikes in the woods alongside the trail out of branches, bark, pinecones and sticks. We have built them on the beach with driftwood, pebbles, dried seaweed, and shells. Half the fun lies in picking a location. A tiny winter rivulet of water or a pool formed by heavy rains make lovely rivers and lakes beside which a house may dwell. We even started an entire fairy village in a flower bed in our yard with little huts, paths, and secret abalone shell pools. We planted little flowering mosses and elfin thyme amongst the houses, and I think one could plant an entire miniature fairy garden with delicate little flowers. At Halloween we always turn one pumpkin into a fairy house with windows, a little door, moss carpet, and stick furniture. In the winter we make one with fir boughs and holly on our front porch and we light a candle in it on long chilly evenings.






It's a fun project to do outside that engages children and adults in the smaller microcosm of nature around them. Instead of looking at the views of far off hills or the forest's edge, you may find yourself scanning the forest floor with keen eyes for just the right stick or bit of moss to add that finishing touch to your creation. Some parents have told me they would love to build fairy houses, but their child doesn't believe in faeries. For that scientific-minded child, may I suggest you build toad, chipmunk or snail houses. They certainly can't deny the existence of these abundant forest creatures, and the project would be equally fun and for all purposes the same. The experience would be equally magical. I was one of those children who had not really heard a lot about faeries, and didn't give them much thought. My little structures were often built with frogs in mind.




Another exciting aspect of building these little houses is coming back later and seeing if they're still there. The seaside fairy house we built one January was still there when we returned a year later, only a little ruffled from winter storms. We went on a hike along the China Creek trail at Washburne State Park last month, and came upon the basic frame of a fairy house we built along the trail three years ago! The kids were so excited to see their handiwork withstanding time and the elements. Backyard fairy houses are fun to spruce up and work on in the spring. Children seem to enjoy the jobs of clearing away leaves and re-arranging little acorn cap bowls on stone tables. They take great pride in their caretaking and small-scale housekeeping.



So, if you should ever find your children bored on a nature hike or camping trip, send them out to round up materials and get them busy with construction. It will keep them occupied and out of mischief. It's good for your inner child too. You may all find yourselves spending hours setting up and imagining an entire little world among the mosses.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Mountain Hearth Handcrafts Feature and Giveaway at The Enchanted Tree

I am pleased to announce that Mountain Hearth Handcrafts is featured on The Enchanted Tree blog today through April 9 with a giveaway of one of my spring faeries! To find out details visit her blog at: http://theenchantedtree.blogspot.com/2009/03/test.html

I discovered Tree's amazing work online several years ago and fell in love with her beadwork necklaces and whimsical dolls. To visit the Enchanted Tree on Facebook, go to: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Enchanted-Tree/339122860346

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Red Wheelbarrow


so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.


-Wiliam Carlos Williams

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Past, Present and Place: Getting to Know Your Local Natural and Cultural History


This past weekend I had the opportunity to visit one of my favorite museums, the High Desert Museum near Bend. As I stopped and read a plaque in the birds of prey exhibit about the founder of the museum, Donald M. Kerr, I had a moment of realization about the importance of natural history museums. The fact that they are important has never been lost on me, neither has their intrigue, wealth of knowledge, or fun. I was noticing new things in the museum on this day that I had not picked up on during my childhood visits; orange flagging tape and beer bottles by a display of buzzards with roadside carrion, a giant discarded shotgun shell incorporated in the giant plaster beaver lodge in the children's play area, and then this plaque about Donald Kerr which I had been too young to notice before. The juxtaposition of modern human presence interacting with nature and the interaction between past and present jumped out at me. The plaque read, "Out of the belief that we can make well-informed decisions if we understand all the sides of an issue, he envisioned a new kind of museum that would show the close connection between people and their environment." The connection between people and their environment. In this context, a visit to a museum becomes much more than something fun to see or a way to pass the afternoon. It gives us some real food for thought. How are we connected to our environment and how does it affect us? How do we affect it? Our surroundings are not static, they are ever changing and made up of the history, present, and future possibilities, as are we. In all these ways, a trip to a local museum can offer us a rich and vast education.

My love of natural history museums goes back to childhood and our trips to the Royal BC Museum in Victoria. I loved walking through the cedar plank longhouse in the first peoples exhibit, and the old town with a Chinese market that smelled of herbs and spices. Sometimes I walked back through over and over again just to keep the experience going and feel like I had really stepped back in time. Living in the same place until I went away to College, I really took for granted how large a role my knowledge of local history played in my sense of place. I grew up knowing what place names meant and stories behind them, like the name of a creek or a mountain. I knew the history behind the places I frequented. Home was made up of all these things.

It takes time to feel at home in a new place, and when you don't have any history of your own there, learning about the local natural and cultural history is a great beginning. I started with hikes around the Masonic Pioneer Cemetery in my neighborhood when I first moved to Eugene. Many of the family plots have interpretive signs placed there with information about the first settlers in the area, from which I recognized street names and landmark names right away, and the plaques for identifying the native plants were extremely helpful as well. Little by little, I explored my neighborhood and began feeling more at home there. Then as I hiked, camped, visited museums, and read about the local history, the greater area became familiar and more of a home than a new, strange place.

Here I would like to share a handful of local favorites.


The High Desert Museum

Tucked among the pines and quaking aspens with little streams full of trout and waterfalls flowing all around is the High Desert Museum. With nearly equal amounts of indoor and outdoor displays, made up of living components and life size models, one could easily spend all day. Rescued and rehabilitated river otter, eagles, bobcats, owls and porcupines can be observed up close and interactive opportunities abound with a pioneer homestead with period actors and demonstrations. This log cabin in the pines is complete with a root cellar, barn and stables, pioneer garden, chicken coop, and old sawmill. Seeing how simply people have lived and how much they did for themselves can spark a thousand possibilities for how we could live and thoughts on what we need to live. I always experience homestead envy when I visit here. I would be content to just move right in!


Check out the woven willow fence. It makes the thought of spending hundreds of dollars on fence boards at the lumber store a little hard to swallow, doesn't it. Plus, I think this is actually art.


While the outdoor exhibits are amazing, the indoor exhibits are equally spectacular. The Desertarium holds an array of nocturnal animals, lizards, and insects. The Spirit of the West exhibit is a walk through the past with a Northern Paiute rock shelter, covered wagon scene, mine operation, and 1885 settlement town all life size and realistic. The current Sin in the Sagebrush, while racy and more adult-geared, feels like you've stepped into a saloon, gambling house, and brothel. There was an "gambler" teaching card tricks in a tent while I was there, and it sounds like more actors add an interactive dimension to this exhibit throughout the day. The Native American exhibit, Made by Hand Through Memory, offers another life size walk through, and a blending of the modern with the past. I always linger awhile at the traditional huckleberry baskets and wish that I had them to use instead of buckets. Another crafting skill I hope to one day learn...


To visit the High Desert Museum online, go to: http://www.highdesertmuseum.org/

The University of Oregon Museum of Natural and Cultural History


Right here at the University of Oregon campus, is one of my very favorite Eugene museums. The Museum of Natural and Cultural History offers abundant opportunities to learn about local history and current archaeological findings. Because of it's connection to the University, a wealth of collections materials are available along with current research findings, lending variety and up-to-date change to the exhibits. The feature gallery exhibit, Oregon Where Past is Present, displays the four regions of Oregon and the homes and lives of their indigenous inhabitants. There is an interactive children's activity room, a travelling exhibit hall, a photography display hall, and the new expanded exhibit hall. The museum hosts a variety of fun activities, including a Winter Solstice celebration with storytelling, crafts and music. The museum gift shop, Past and Presents, is amazing in it's own right. Run by Terry Church, also a local Saturday Market vendor, one can find many of the local market artists nature-inspired work displayed here year round, along with a great selection of books and a children's area.

To visit this museum's website, go to: http://www.uoregon.edu/~mnh/




Alvord Farm and Museum


Alvord Farm and Museum near the West Eugene Wetlands is another place rich with opportunities to discover and connect to local history. On a 25-acre homestead and farm owned by John and Willa Alvord, the museum is housed in a rustic three-room barn packed with natural history specimens. Museum Coordinator, Karen Rainsong, offers school tours, after school enrichment programs, Saturday playshops, school day out programs, and summer camps. Here, one can learn about bugs, geology, birds, reptiles, pioneer life, Kalapuya skills and foods, pond life, farm animals, and slugs in a fun group setting.


I have enjoyed volunteering at the museum and bringing my children along on many occasions. The Glorious Gastropods playshop with a visit from the Eugene Slug Queen (a huge celebrity in our household) and a slug scientist was very memorable. Last summer I helped Karen lead a Little House on the Prairie Pioneer camp, with jam making, butter churning, wool felting, pioneer schoolhouse play, and a hoe-down with fiddle music at the end. We are excited to offer the week-long camp three times this summer!

Visit Alvord Farm and Museum's website beautifully done by Rainsong Designs at http://www.alvordmuseum.org/ to find out more about upcoming programs and activities.

The Umpqua Discovery Center


On the waterfront in Reedsport lies a hidden gem. The Umpqua Discovery Center is an amazing place to experience. Here, the interactive exhibits illustrate "how land, water, and people have shaped each other over time." The mural art by Peggy O'Neal adds a realistic and breathtaking beauty to the exhibits. Tidewaters and Time takes you through human settlements in the area from a Native American village to an early waterfront town and docks. Through sound recordings, and life size building fronts, it really feels like you've stepped into the past. The natural history exhibit, Pathways to Discovery - Exploring Tidewater County, is phenomenal. You travel on a walkway as a "hiker" through 16 interpretive zones with wildlife scenes and information, a weather room, a theater with short films in a "cave", and a bear cave slide for children to go down (over and over again!) Here you can learn about animal sounds, bird calls, tracks and scat identification, and the local plants. I don't think I could ever do it justice in my description. You'll just need to go there and see for yourselves.

To visit the museum website, go to: http://umpquadiscoverycenter.com/


Other Local Lane County Museums and History Sites I Recommend Visiting:
West Eugene Wetlands: http://wewetlands.org/
Lane County Historical Society and Museum: http://www.lanecountyhistoricalsociety.org/
Eugene Masonic Cemetery: http://www.eugenemasoniccemetery.org/
Shelton McMurphey Johnson House: http://www.smjhouse.org/
Applegate Pioneer Museum, Veneta
Bohemia Gold Mining Museum, Cottage Grove
Cottage Grove Museum

Other Northwest Museums I Recommend Visiting:
The Royal BC Museum: http://www.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/
The Makah Cultural and Research Center: http://www.makah.com/mcrchome.html
The Museum at Warm Springs: http://www.museumatwarmsprings.org/

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Please Remove Your Shoes: An In-depth Look at the Barefoot Truth


You show up at someones house to visit and you notice shoes piled outside the door. This may seem curious, until children come running up to greet you and let you know in the same sentence as their greeting, to please remove your shoes. It may seem radical, but this is a shoe-free house. I discovered this foot loose and fancy free lifestyle when I was going to baby playgroups, and noticed that many of the other mamas had shoe shelves outside and no shoes allowed inside. With little people crawling around on the floor putting everything in their mouth, this was one of the best home policies I had ever heard of. I quickly implemented this idea and discovered that I loved it! No more mud and leaves tracked in or strange smelling bits of who knows what. No more frequent floor cleanings! Now came the tricky part of getting other people on board. The etiquette of shoe removal is surprisingly delicate. How does one express to family and friends that shoes need to come off while maintaining warm hospitality and an atmosphere of welcome? I decided to ask a few fellow barefoot friends to share their wisdom on the matter.


To Remove Shoes or Not to Remove Shoes? That is the Question.

I always liked to take my shoes off indoors. Being barefoot always felt more comfortable and a little more grounded to the earth. I think that having two babies crawling around on the floor and the added influence of friends homes led to this being implemented as a house rule. I asked my friend, Merrily, and she said her reason was dirt. It is so easy to simply remove shoes, and it takes forever to sweep up or scrub dirt. She remembers her mother always telling the kids to take off their shoes, and that gradually, they began doing this as adults. Other people's homes were an influence for her, and she observed that it is more and more the norm to remove shoes. My friend Tamara said she had kept shoes off at the door since she was 18 and was influenced by a few Japanese roommates, and noted the change of energy from the outside world coupled with less cleaning as her reasons. It seems to come down to dirt and leaving the outside world outside. Possibly there is something in there too about respecting the inhabitants of the home by making less cleaning work for them. And then there's always dog poop. Everyone wants to leave that outside.


Kids and Their Shoes are So Easily Parted

Some may find the news surprising that children are often much more cooperative in shoe-removal situations than adults. My children, for example, have always lived in a home where no shoes are allowed. I have rarely needed to give them a reminder. They automatically tell their friends who come over. It sounds like this is an announcement most children give guests readily, the trick being getting them to do it politely. My friend Min Yi reported that since her children started doing this at a young age, having shoes off indoors means comfort. They associate shoes on with going into the outside world. She reminds them of the importance of this every time she sweeps by commenting on the dirt and leaves and asking where they might have come from. Her oldest child has expressed discomfort at feeling little bits of things under his feet, and she reminds him that by taking off shoes, we keep those "little things" from coming inside. As a fellow sensitive-footed person, (this and my awesome broom are why I sweep so often) I can certainly relate.


Shoes With a Home of Their Own

Closets. Mud rooms. Shoe shelves. I have seen varied and creative shoe storage set-ups. We always seem to have a shoe shelf right inside or outside the door. Min Yi's family has an enclosed mud room before her front door. Tamara has a mat inside delineating a clear boundary, with a shoe shelf beside it. Another friend, Rebecca, has a cozy covered front porch surrounded by flower beds and roses with inviting, cushioned wicker chairs to sit on, a little rug, and of course a shoe shelf. How could you not want to take off your shoes here? The most organized system I encountered was reported by Merrily who's family recently finished up a remodel of their front entry way. "We have a front entry with a closet. In the closet are most of our shoes and jackets but lined up in a neat row outside the closet are the shoes we use most, 1-2 pairs per person. One day we will have cubbies to put them in. Just like we take on and off our coats, we take on and off our shoes. We do have a bench in the entry so you can sit comfortably while putting on your shoes. We also have rubber bottomed slippers for inside use if you want warmer feet. They can go outside briefly for short, clean tasks like checking the mail (delivered to our front porch.)" I like this system. I'm envisioning our own entry/mud room in the future with some sort of bench and hooks for coats, baskets for hats and a spot for hiking sticks. As much as I love the organized methods, I should also point out that the more shoes piled around the front doormat, no matter how disarrayed their state, the clearer the message is conveyed that shoes need to be left there amongst their footwear friends.


Ask, and Ye Shall Receive Their Shoes

Now comes the tricky part. How do you let everyone know without sounding inhospitable or unreasonable? A well-placed sign often comes in handy to break the ice. I've had several. My current one is a clay plaque from Barbarian Studio at Eugene's Saturday Market. In the past I've made handwritten ones on cardboard. It's always handy when your children let folks know. This is great in situations where it feels awkward to bring it up. Min Yi said that she generally says it often, but has had those times where she was embarrassed to say something. Merrily doesn't let people know at all, and says it's a non-issue. Most people either take off their shoes automatically or ask if they need to. Her reply is always "if they are clean, you can keep them on, but we take off our shoes in this house." Tamara said she is flexible with company and relies on the sign on her door combined with her children pointing it out, and she doesn't remind folks unless they are staying awhile. I try to be flexible. Often guests ask or remove their shoes automatically. Sometimes I bring it up (to my husband more often than not), and I have on occasion had people refuse. It can certainly be a touchy subject of discussion in some instances. Right up there with politics and religion.


Exceptions to the Shoe Rules

How do we decide when to break the rules? When our floor is already dirty and needs to be cleaned soon? Tamara said there are those folks who have a hard time physically with shoe removal, and some of her relatives bring indoor shoes along when they visit. Running back in for something and lace-up boots for working are her exceptions to the rule. Merrily said that they check to make sure shoes are clean if they are worn inside, usually in the case of dress shoes for something fancy. When going in and out from packing for a trip or unloading groceries, they leave them on. She clarified that this is for adults, and kids are not given as much freedom. Min Yi only remembered two times people had worn shoes in her house. Once was someone with uneven legs who needed the shoes for support, and another was a person carrying a heavy load. I let the rules fly out the window when I am absolutely certain mass sweeping and mopping are happening within the next few hours. Other than that, I can rely on my husband and his work boots to test the rules regularly.


Good Shoes Gone Bad (When Shoes Leave Scars)

Sometimes there are instances where indoor shoe wearing crosses over from being inconvenient to downright nightmarish. Merrily shared a story about the construction workers who went up and down their carpeted stairs in work boots and destroyed their floor. She couldn't ask them to take off their boots while they were working, but did ask them to step on the plastic covering laid out to protect the floor. Unfortunately, the plastic would be pushed out of the way by the next day, and tracks would be all over the house. They asked the construction workers to clean up after themselves, but this was not very successful.


Everyday Solutions for our Shoes

To wrap things up, I thought I might offer some helpful ideas for various scenarios. For activities such as unloading groceries, carrying in firewood, or unpacking the car, piling everything on the porch or front steps and then removing shoes and carrying it all in from there works well. For working out in the yard, we often ask whoever is still inside the house to hand us things we need when we come to the door, like water, a tool, etc. Merrily bought slip on garden shoes and rubber boots for easy removal when working out in the yard. I've gone the same route for my kids and myself with rubber boots in the winter and sandals in the summer. The indoor shoes for visitors or chilly winter evenings are another great solution. We have some relatives who now bring indoor shoes along when they visit and the kids have wool slippers. A cooperation aspect was brought up by Min Yi who said that if the whole family can hold the shoe agreement and the kids are on board, other people are a piece of cake. She said it helps to be a team about this agreement, and having family meetings to discuss what we like about certain rules, what we don't and who it's serving so that all have input and can be heard is important. This way the family can mutually agree to rules or not and be creative with new ones.





Thank you Merrily, Tamara, and Min Yi for offering your experiences and sharing your family shoe rules!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Plant and Veggie Dyes for Colorful Spring Eggs

For our Spring Equinox egg hunt, we made our traditional plant and vegetable dyed eggs. We have been doing this since my children were four, and it is something they look forward to every year. This year I let them color pictures on the eggs with beeswax crayons first to try something new. There were baby chick eggs, fairy eggs, eyeball eggs, mother earth eggs, you name it. While they were doing this, I took four large stainless steel pots and filled them with chopped beets, purple cabbage, nettles and turmeric root.
I filled each pot with just enough water to cover eggs, and boiled them with the plant material and a generous splash of vinegar for 15 minutes. Then the pots sat with lids on for about two hours.
When I removed the eggs, they had turned some lovely colors. The beet eggs were pale pink, the cabbage eggs were violet blue, and the turmeric eggs were bright yellow, and the nettle eggs were pale green!

Hunting for all these eggs was great fun, and the chickens got a special spring treat of boiled cabbage and beets. My happy egg hunters will be eating a lot of deviled eggs and egg salad this week!



For further adventures in natural dyeing, I have heard that onion skins (we just hadn't saved any this year), coffee grounds, spinach, blackberries, huckleberries, and indigo work well too and make some interesting colors. It's fun to experiment and see what you come up with.

Happy Spring!

Monday, March 15, 2010

A Mountain Hearth Breakfast: Acorn Pancakes



My daughter recently had a sleepover with a friend from her class who was moving away to California and it was possibly the last time they would see one another. I decided that this was occasion for a special breakfast. All fall we had gathered the fat brown acorns from the ancient oak trees in our field and saved them in baskets. When it became cold and rainy in November I began cracking them open and boiling the nutmeats in several baths of water until the water was fairly clear and the tannins were leached out. Then we dried them in the food dehydrator, and ground them in our grain mill into acorn flour. All this work produced one big jar that I doled out sparingly all year. For those of you who have never tried acorn flour, it is well worth all the work. It has a sweet, almost maple-syrupy flavor and makes a great high-protein flour to bake with. I used The Joy of Cooking's cornmeal pancake recipe since our acorn flour is a little coarser ground like cornmeal. I made a few substitutions also to make them gluten-free for my son's restricted diet.



Mountain Hearth Acorn Pancakes


Whisk in a large bowl:

1 1/4 cups acorn flour

3/4 cups all-purpose flour (I used Pamela's pancake mix)

1 3/4 tsp baking powder

3/4 tsp salt

Whisk in another bowl:

1 2/3 cups milk (I used rice milk) plus more for consistency

4 Tbs unsalted butter melted

1/4 cups pure maple syrup

2 large eggs


pour the wet ingredients into the dry and gently whisk them together, mixing just until combined. Then I kept adding rice milk until the batter was runny enough. Then I cooked them in farm butter.



We topped them with wild huckleberry syrup I canned in September from our autumn huckleberry picking trips to high Cascade Mountain lakes. In the past I have thrown a handful of frozen huckleberries in the batter too.


The food critics gave rave reviews! All three kids gobbled them up until there weren't any left. Our guest said they were the best pancakes ever!






Next year, maybe I will have to grind two big jars of acorn flour instead of one!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Rainy Morning Daydreams



Some people have amazing vivid dreams that they are able to recall and retell like stories. My children are like this. My friend Taryn is like this. I am not like this, but I am a daydreamer. Sometimes I'll realize that many minutes have passed while I was lost in a stream of thought. Sometimes I like to entertain "winning the lottery and what I would do with the money" daydreams. I have noticed a correlation to entertaining these musings after listening to Bob Dylan's "When the Ship Comes In." When I daydream up a scenario for what I would do with nearly unlimited monetary resources, I am often able to identify my current priorities and how they have evolved from the last time I let this scenario run wild. This morning, as I was driving along Fern Ridge Reservoir in the pouring rain, I was lost in a lovely daydream of a large spread of land out west towards Mapleton in the coast range. I was seeing forests, meadows and mountains surrounding a self-sustaining farm and artist's community shared with a small group of good friends. We would all help one another build our own homes. My family would build a vintage replica Victorian farmhouse right out of the early 1900's with a big porch to sit on with rocking chairs. There would be a huge barn big enough for barn dances. We would hire a Waldorf teacher to come out and teach our children in a little schoolhouse. There would be an orchard, berries, veggie gardens, bees, goats, a milk cow, woods to hike and harvest wild foods in, and streams with fish. We would build cobb wood-fired bread ovens and little guest cottages. Ah, utopia. In the absence of worrying about a mortgage, bills, etc, we would focus on producing the bulk of our own food and making art. Looking at current priorities based on this dream, I would say living close to nature, community, self-sufficiency, sustainability, art, creativity, joy, and good food would top the list. I would venture, then, to call this an unintentional exercise in identifying priorities, goals and dreams. Then when I really think on it, is winning the lottery necessary to make this happen? Who knows what the future will hold. When I look back at all the dreams I've pursued and accomplished, anything seems possible. Not bad for a rambling daydream while driving into town on a rainy morning!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Where There's a Will, There's a Whey: Adventures With Nourishing Traditions

"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well." -Virginia Woolf


Over the last few years, Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon just kept popping into my life. At first, I wondered about all these people I was meeting who were excited about whey, lacto-fermentation and organ meats. The people I knew who used this cookbook were "whey" into it. Then began a series of amazing food experiences with dishes brought to potlucks by friends, and upon inquiry the recipes always seemed to come from this cookbook. Finally it made it on to my list of books I would like to have someday. This list is long, so unfortunately it can be slow moving. The turning point was when I was invited over to my friends Jeff and Taryn's farm in Mapleton for a tour, tea and lunch. They are all about feeding the joy, which shows in everything they do, and that day they were all about feeding me! They cooked up the most amazing, nourishing, soul food ever. We had squash, beans, fresh farm butter, and some beef and veggie skillet dish that was to die for. They even sent me home with some frozen blueberries and fresh cream for the road. They were glowing, happy and healthy, and the more they talked about their love of fabulous food, my fate with the cookbook was sealed. It's often been said, "you are what you eat", and if that holds true, I wanted what Jeff and Taryn were having! Taryn took me out to her neighbor's dairy to get some raw milk, cream and butter, and I set out for home with my treasures, enthusiasm, and a desire to make some real whole food. I would say that our family eats really well, but now the bar was raised towards excellence. I got the cookbook the next day, along with some yogurt and kefir starter. I spent that whole week launching many food projects. I made kefir (plain and strawberry), I made cream cheese and whey, I made beet kvass, I made sauerkraut and kimchi, I made beef bone broth, I made soaked muesli and I made beans. This was so much fun! The best part was how easy everything was. These were not your complicated Martha Stewart style recipes (sorry Martha, but it's true) with many steps and hours of preparation time. These were easy recipes that relied on enzymes, cultures, gravity, and time. I just got things going and left them until they were ready. This was a life changing cooking moment, right up there with my discovery of the crock pot. Thank you Taryn and Jeff and thank you Sally Fallon!



Making whey and cream cheese. This only requires yogurt culture, letting things sit a few days, and letting the solids drip in a towel for a day. Super easy!!



The finished whey and raw cream cheese. Mmmmmmm.
Beet kvass tonic drink cultured with the whey. Again, super easy! It just required mixing and letting it sit.
Sauerkraut and kimchi cultured with whey. I shredded. I pounded. I put it in jars, and it sat...
Delicious breakfast muesli made of oats, nuts, raisins, shredded coconut, and cinnamon all fermented overnight with whey. It cooked up in a fraction of the usual oatmeal time in the morning. It gives a whole new meaning to "fast food"!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Tools of the Trade: The Homemaker's Broom


I will begin by laying out the confession that I am not into cleaning. This, coming from a homemaker, may sound strange. I keep my house tidy, and do what needs to be done, but the mopping, scrubbing, dusting and scouring are not favorite pastimes nor can I claim them as skills. However, I love sweeping. There is something meditative in the rhythmic, methodical work of clearing the dirt and assorted bits off the floor. Because I love it, I sweep often and this makes the broom an important tool in my daily work. One year I asked my husband for a special broom as a Winter Solstice gift. I wanted a beautiful handmade straw broom with a branch handle covered in bark. We were renting an old farmhouse in a little town outside of Portland, and there was no end of mud and dirt finding its way inside. Curious how all that dirt finds a way in, isn't it?
He found me just the broom I had imagined at a green home living store in the city. I loved my new broom. I started sweeping even more often just to appreciate its functional beauty. It was not merely a broom, but a handcrafted work of art. I hung it up on a hook in the kitchen for all to see. I loved it so much that about six years later, many of the broom straws had fallen out and the remaining ones were very short and permanently bent into a sweeping curve. By this time we were living in Eugene, and I had noticed some handmade brooms in a craft store I frequented. I asked for the broom maker's phone number in hopes that my broom could be repaired. I was given the number for Scheumack Broom Company and talked to a man who said he would be happy to fix my broom for a very modest fee. I took my bedraggled broom to a little building in the Whiteaker neighborhood near the railroad tracks. I opened the door and found the broom maker at work using some sort of foot treadled machine to bind the brooms. He took one look at my broom and said he had made that broom, and sells them to that store up in Portland. A broom maker and his broom reunited! This was a beautiful moment.



The broom maker said he would let me choose new broom straw colors if I liked, and could carve a little face on the handle if I ever wanted down the road. He fixed my broom up so it looked brand spanking new with lovely crimson broom straws, and the only sign of its age was the smooth wearing on the top of the handle from years of my hands holding it while sweeping. I was back in sweeping bliss. After all, everyone needs a special tool for their work, whether it be a hammer, a pen, a sewing machine, a socket wrench, or a broom.




If you are curious about these beautiful broom creations, check out this local Eugenian broom artist at: http://www.broommagic.com/ and prepare to be "swept" off your feet!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Spring Arrives at Dorris Ranch: An Afternoon Walk in Photographs





Every spring, I like to go on walks at Dorris Ranch, my favorite park and living history farm. One clear March day I went with my children and our friends after school to gather nettles. We walked along the gravel roads winding through the filbert orchards and stopped at an old tractor for the kids to play while we picked at the base of an old tree.





As I was picking the nettles, I kept hearing a buzzing sound. I picked one nettle and found a honeybee clinging to the underside of the leaf. Then I noticed the bees flying in and out of the hole at the base of the tree right under my nose. It was a bee tree! We wasted no time moving on to another area.


When our baskets were filled with tasty nettles, we walked through the woods by the Willamette River. We found miner's lettuce, chives, chickweed and lemon balm scattered here and there. My basket became an abundant springtime cornucopia of wild foods!


Bright green buds were bursting open everywhere in the understory of the woods.

On our way back we stopped at the old tractor again and I caught a glimpse of something bright yellow through the filbert orchard at the edge of the woods. My friend and I went over to check it out, and found this beautiful old mossy oak tree with daffodils planted all around it like an altar to Spring.

If you haven't visited Dorris Ranch yet, or been there lately, now is the time to go! (Although I'm sure any time would be really nice to go there.) This 250 acre farm is Oregon's oldest filbert (hazelnut) orchard, started in 1892 when George and Lulu Dorris settled there. The farm still operates as a non-profit organization and a Willamalane Park. There are several miles of trails to hike on through the orchards, along the river, and through some beautiful forests with abundant wildlife. One trail passes by a meadow with a giant old oak tree with a cave in the trunk! There is also a replica settlers log cabin to see up past the old house to the East of the Parking lot. Their website is http://www.willamalane.org/pages/parks/dorris.shtml .
You can find Dorris Ranch two miles east of I-5 at the intersection of South 2nd and Dorris St. in Springfield. Take Pioneer Parkway West to Springfield. Turn right on South 2nd St (there will be a sign for Dorris Ranch). Keep going straight until you come to the gravel road and parking lot. Have fun!