11.05.2010

FARM STAND ABUSE


The farm stands in my Rhode Island village have curtailed their hours, or are shutting down completely for the winter. It isn't even Thanksgiving yet! We have become dependent on all their good fresh produce; it is hard to return to the supermarket for provisions. I went to the final day sale at one stand, and by five in the afternoon they were giving away bunches of flowers, bottles of white wine vinegar, bags of cauliflower (funny what is last to go...)  I made a gorgeous dinner of steamed veggies.

I buy my eggs from another favorite haunt, run so that every member of the family pitches in. At this point in the season, you have to email ahead of time to reserve eggs. I went to pick up my dozen, only to be greeted by one of the owners of the farm, who had a stricken look on her face. She apologetically told me that she watched as a stranger drove up, reached into the cooler, and walked off with my eggs! Many of our smaller stands operate on an honor code. Stealing someone's reserved eggs--clearly marked, "Reserved for Browning"--is decidedly non-kosher, uncool farm stand behavior. Be careful! Bad karma out...


This was a particularly vexing development because soft-boiled eggs have become part of my daily Slow Love ritual; they are key to my new discipline of MONO-tasking. Right now, the eggs are especially gorgeous. Maybe it is the fat juicy bugs the chickens are eating (and they like protein--none of those chickens on vegetarian diets for me, thank you.) This fall, the yolks have never looked, well, yolkier. They are all that is left of the marigolds. I seem to be craving yellow foods. Perhaps it is a response to the shorter days of sunshine.

But the other day, I was eating my eggs--and reading something on my laptop--and then I found myself at the kitchen sink (without remembering how I got there)--the water was running--I was about to put my bowl, with egg, under the tap---and suddenly I snapped out of it! What was I doing? Was I eating? or reading? or thinking? or cleaning? How about NONE OF THE ABOVE. I was doing everything--and nothing.  That's when I realized that while multi-tasking might be useful at times, it is a slow love killer. I'm trying to learn to just eat my eggs. And savor them. And be grateful for them.

Then I can wash the dish, and get on with my work.

25 comments:

Splendid Sass said...

Isn't it amazing how we run on automatic?
Teresa

quintessence said...

I don't know if I have ever seen eggs with yolks this large or this color - how magnificent. No wonder you're hooked!

Warren said...

Yumm! I can imagine the color of the mayonnaise from those eggs. Seattle is lucky with farmers' markets that go all year long. Wonderful artisanal meats, cheese, foraged mushrooms and, yes, eggs. I'll boil some for you!

Cristina said...

me too am fond of soft-boiled eggs and I do enjoy them even more since I read that eaten at breakfast they might (...!?..) help you stay slim.
charming post, as usual!

Razmataz said...

I have been reading "The Omnivore's Dilemma" and I am even more horrifyed about the food system than I was before. Those farm stands are treasures.

Rotten person who took your eggs.

Layanee said...

I am now craving a soft boiled egg. Not a bad thing to crave especially if grown locally.

Maureen Thomson said...

What a wonderful reminder of how we head toward multi-tasking automatically and without thinking. I decided years ago that multi-tasking was overrated, yet I still find myself in similar situations as your egg moment. Thank you for the reminder to stay mindful.

Susan said...

Man, Dominque, you are one darn good photographer!

My Dog-Eared Pages said...

I am now craving a soft-boiled egg, too!! Yes... the marigold, yolkier ones that we will pick up at our farmer's market on Sunday. I will try to remember to just focus on my eggs. Glorious slow love photo ; )

Ann said...

When the years seem to pass in a flash, I am nourished when I can remember a certain meal--because I was paying attention and in the moment. Multi-tasking is detrimental to my life; my sense of abundance, prosperity, and the gratitude I feel for all I have; and Spirit connection...thank you for reminding me to SLOW DOWN and enjoy--whatever it is that is in front of me. Without judgment!!!

Holly said...

The farmer's market in my town closed down two weeks ago. It was a sad day. The grocery store is just not the same.

Ronnie said...

Dominique, your farm stand abuse irks me! I researched honor system farms for an article I wrote last spring and found that the "honor" part was not working for some farmers in New England. Here's the post: http://www.econesting.com/2010/05/30/honor-system-farms-feast-or-famine/

On a more upbeat note, my town (Rhinebeck, NY) has a booming spring/summer/fall farmer's market. The town board recently decided to bring the market indoors (into Town Hall) for a bi-weekly winter market. Yea!

Cheryl said...

I've been reading your blog for awhile, Dominique, and I love it.
The steamed cauliflower looks good, but this past year I started roasting my cauliflower. Oh my gosh. Even the cauliflower-haters in my family couldn't get enough. Have you tried it? A little olive oil, galic and salt, a hot oven, and it's heaven.

Dominique said...

HOW HOT AN OVEN< AND FOR HOW LONG? I'm tempted to try! Thank you!

mary said...

The cauliflower photo and recipe sound divine. Since I have gone "organic" (never bought any foods with preservatives, anyway), everything tastes so wonderful; I hardly use any salt or other cover-up flavors. And I do not have any more weight problems. To steal a persons organic farm-raised eggs is cause for prolonged imprisonment. Have a wonderful week-end filled with fall sounds, light and smells.

Stickhorsecowgirls said...

Your photos are making me yearn for a soft boiled egg, but I just finished my bean soup! I buy my fresh farm eggs from an elderly couple who meet folks at the Wal Mart Super Center on Thursdays to pick up their egg order. The lady told me that eggs in the grocery store have been in cold storage for six months! No wonder they are tasteless with anemic looking yolks. The rich color and flavor of the farm eggs are delicious!

c said...

I can't eat eggs, but your photo is enough to make my mouth water!

Roasted veggies:
400 degrees, between 20 and 40 minutes - till they are tender "inside", crunchy "outside.

Roast any vegetable this way (w/oil, s&p). yummy!

Lines of Beauty said...

That's funny about finding yourself at your sink's edge. Sad though that someone swiped your eggs.Grrrr...
I made a connection the other day: I've always had this big place in my heart for older people. I had thought that it was just their wonderful stories and their beautiful wrinkled faces....but then the other day I was at Wilson Farm a great landmark just NW of Boston. It was a beautiful fall day and I saw this old man carefully carrying his big jug of cider across the lot. He was walking slowly and appeared to be very happy to have his cider.Perhaps his big outing of the day. And then it hit me- old people are so in tune with slow love! That's partly why I love them but had never made the connection. Dominique, I hope you have people "slow loving it" everywhere because you sure have me in a new place and I am loving it. I think I have always known slow love in my heart but haven't given myself permission to go there for years. So thank you :-)

Ashling said...

I too am deeply saddened by the end of the farm stand/farm market season. I've been spoiled by the weekly ritual of choosing my treasures and carrying them home. But we have been blessed to have neighbors who allow us to buy eggs from them. Theirs are truly free range chickens (once in a great while we need to scoot them back home) and the yolks are so lush and orange and delicious that supermarket eggs just don't cut it anymore. As always, thank you for capturing in words and photos what we have experienced.

Marnie said...

multi tasking is the enemy of pure and simple appreciation for the moment and for life. stop, look up, smile and appreciate. then on we go.

Ginger said...

... rainy, cold Saturday morning in Seattle
slice of gluten-free toast with a tad of butter
soft boiled egg
memories of childhood
thanks for the idea

Anonymous said...

Dominique.....Could you please include in your wonderful blog when/what magazine is next going to publish a feature on you...I'd hate to miss it. Especially if they do one of you and your new home and (winter?) garden and all of your new activities. Thanks!

tdm said...

Dominique,
loved the story about the egg thief, and the phot is divine. It's true, those farm eggs are wonderful. My family raised chickens for years, and we had the most wonderful eggs. I look sadly at the offerings in the local grocery stores and wish we could house a few chickens in the backyard...my spouse is laughing at the suggestion. But hey, a hen house & cage for three hens on a 20' x 70' shouldn't be that hard to handle. I had neighbors who had several hens for years hidden in a shack on their backyard..no one complained. Why not?

gather said...

i laughed at the end but sorry bout your egg loss.

Anonymous said...

Please tell us how to make the perfect soft boiled egg.
Do you poke 1 hole or 2, how long to boil, size of pot, ideal seasoning , etc. Finally, do you peel them while warm and eat them warm?