Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Got Veggies...You've got SOUP!

 
VEGETABLE SOUP
 
 
Hello from Red Gate Farm!
 
 
We are into week 7 of our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) season.  We have 11 more weeks to go and I'm already a little sick of sautéed vegetables in olive oil.  I am also pretty tired of grilling and roasting.  
 
My counter is lined with squash, zucchini, onions and tomatoes and a few small ears of corn.  I am ready to claim my counter back and use up these beautiful fresh veggies before they go to waste.  Even though it is close to 90 degrees here today, I am CRAVING vegetable soup. 
 
I know how hard we work to produce and harvest our vegetables.  I've been wanting to write a post that is a look into a "day in the life" of a vegetable farmer.  I swear if you could just live that day through my words, you would never want to waste anything simply out of respect for the work it takes to get it to your table.  I really have great anxiety over throwing away a week old squash or even an ugly tomato that may have a few bad spots.  It just seems like an incredible waste.  If it's on my counter, it's in the pot!
 
I like making soups for a variety of reasons.  One of my favorites is vegetable soup, primarily because it is very forgiving if you are not a seasoned cook.  I don't really worry about getting ingredients right or making sure I've measured out vegetables/spices properly.  I go with what TASTES right.  Like the RONCO commercials, "you can set it and forget it"!  Soup is better when left to simmer all day.  It is like fine wine, it gets better with age. I guess another big reason I'm a fan of soup is because you can make a pot large enough to last a few days. My husband is not picky and will eat left overs for days.  God love him! 
 
I typically pair my soup with a grilled pimento cheese sandwich.  Oh BABY, you have not lived until you've tried one of these!  It's super easy to make.  I am not a recipe follower so you'll have to rely on the ole taste buds to guide you.  Here are the ingredients:
 
Sharp Cheddar Cheese
Crumbled Bacon
Mayo
1/4 tsp of sugar
Pimentos (drained and diced)
Scant amount of onion (optional, sometimes I do...sometimes I don't)
Scant amount of salt
 
If you find yourself in a pickle to use up aging veggies or are just looking for an alternative to roasted/sautéed veggies....RED GATE GAL is here to SAVE the day!  I'm listing out ingredients, not a recipe so to speak for vegetable soup.  Really...this is how I made my soup today.  Get a little creative and just let your taste buds do the cooking.  I'd love to hear how your soup adventure turns out! 
 
Squash cut into small cubes
Zucchini cut into small cubes
Onion (2 small)
Corn (I just cut kernels off a few small ears that I had)
Potatoes (used red and yellow, cut in small cubes)
Tomatoes (I peeled 6 medium and cut in various size pcs.)
Okra (you can use frozen or fresh)
1 large clove of garlic
2 small cans of tomato paste
1 small can of tomato sauce
3-4 cups of water
1/4 cup of granulated chicken bullion (beef would be better), I used this b/c I did not have broth.  I usually use broth.
Sea Salt
Cracked Black Pepper
Dried or Fresh Parsley (I used dried b/c I had already picked in the garden once today and I was LAZY)
REAL BUTTER
 
I melted my butter in the pan, sautéed my veggies for 10 minutes, added everything else and brought to a boil.  Then I turned the stove down to simmer and I'll leave it to cook for about 4 hours.  The soup is fine to eat as soon as the vegetables are tender.  ENJOY!
 
 
 


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Granny Hasty and the Great Pork Roast Rescue!

 
Granny Hasty and the Great Pork Roast Rescue
 
I moved away from home when I was 20 and started keeping house as the old timers would refer to it.  As a kid, I hated being in the kitchen and as a result never learned to cook.  My mom was a decent cook overall, but a really good cook when it came to traditional dinners.  She could whip up a mean country fried steak dish or a baked ham that would put Honey Baked Ham to shame.  Mom would also make a Blondie cookie bar that was to die for, but only on special occasions.  More than not, we had chunky soup over rice for dinner.  And oh my goodness....I ate toasted tuna fish sandwiches every Sunday after church.  This is not a dramatic statement, we seriously had toasted tuna every Sunday until I was about 13 and my parents divorced.  Some good things came out of that situation : )!  You will NEVER find a can of tuna or chunky soup in my kitchen.
 
Granny Hasty's cooking was a whole different story.  She had a few dishes that she did well, but she really loved her pepper.  Granny would make a dish called "Sweet Spaghetti".  It was like someone had dumped 3 cups of sugar into the sauce and poured it over noodles.  YUCKO!  I will say she made great fried chicken and an awesome chocolate pound cake.  But that's about it.  Despite her lack of cooking skills, I loved my Granny to the moon and back.  I could talk to her about anything.  I remember that she played with us and walked me to school everyday when I was in 1st grade although it put great strain on her back.  It's no wonder when I set up housekeeping, she was the first person I called when I ran into trouble.  And so the story really begins....
 
I became brave one weekend and wanted to cook a roast for my husband for dinner.  I went to Kroger, purchased the roast and followed the recipe I had.  My mom had made me a recipe binder with recipes from all of the women in our family.  I still have that binder and treasure it even more 20 years later.  I followed the directions to a "t".  The house smelled wonderful and I was so excited to show off my cooking skills to my new husband.  As I pulled the roast out of the oven I noticed that the meat was white and not reddish/brown like I remember eating growing up.  Yep, you guessed it...I bought a pork roast. 
 
 
In a panic, I called my grandmother.  I wanted to make my roast the same color as the familiar ones I had as a kid.  The only thing I could think of was to add red food coloring to the meat and let it soak to absorb the color.  When I proceeded to ask my grandmother if she thought that idea would work, she burst out laughing.  Not just a little, but for several minutes.  When she finally got her breath back, I remember her saying how crazy I was and then started laughing again. We did decide that if I really felt like it needed something, I could add barbecue sauce.  I mixed up ketchup and mustard  and smeared it on top of the roast.  It tasted horrible and I did not have anything else to add to it at this point as we were really poor back then.  I did not have the heart to call my granny back again knowing that my barbecue recipe may send her over the edge in another laughing fit.
 
 
So, as I am taking butternut squash cheese souffles out of the oven today I am thinking of my Granny Hasty.  I've come along way baby!  Wish you were here to taste test and I hope that I did you proud.  Thank you for being there for me during the hard times growing up as a kid and laughing with me during the crazy ones.


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Addicted to Busy



I have started my day as usual.  I wake up with my husband at 4:30, we have coffee and pray we don't wake the baby as every step we take through the house would put a ballerina toe dancer to shame.  I hand him his lunch on the way out the door, get my good bye kiss and I watch the morning news. 

Within 30 minutes, I hear faint whimpers and I know the princess is summoning me for her morning bottle.  My mind is already swirling with the day's to do's.  Sophie and I watch the 2nd round of the same disheartening stories from the headlines that I saw earlier with my honey.  If I'm feeling lazy, I'll log on to Facebook and update our Red Gate Farm page or browse Pinterest.  Anything to delay washing dishes or having to do laundry.  I have learned in my transition from corporate manager to stay at home mom, that laundry and dishes multiply as you are washing them.  GRRR!


In my previous life, I was a schedule and to do list freak.  Tom and I usually had a schedule of activities booked a month in advance at any given time.  In my quest to slow down, I have realized that I was addicted to being busy.  It actually gave me some weird high. My job required me to travel the country and do the work of 3 people.  I volunteered at church, worked in the community and could not say no.  The more I could be a part of, the more I could cram in the day, the more successful I felt.  Truth was....I was withering away on the inside. 

I am so thankful that the farm stirred something in me that craved a slower life.  There was a long unfulfilled need to just "be still" that I had not paid attention to.  One of my favorite "be still" moments is watching wildlife.  Before we built our house on the hill, I commented to my husband that I would miss watching the wildlife from the kitchen window.  The cattle would come down every day and socialize around the barn, which was in direct view from the window.  I could watch the chickens peck around the yard and the baby goats jumping in the air as they began to find their legs.  The occasional bluebird would land on the electric wire that draped from the light pole right in front of the kitchen window.

When we built our new house, one of the first things my husband did was clear out the woods behind the house.  The kitchen faced the woods now, so I did not have much a view through the trees.  Little did I know what would await me in my new wildlife watching post.  I am so thankful that he did not want me to miss something that gave me so much peace. 

My husband keeps a pile of corn in the woods in front of the new window.  He takes such pride in the fact that he does this for my benefit.  I watch a herd of 5 deer each day come to the pile and take turns eating.  Birds fly back and forth through the woods all day long.  There are several types of woodpeckers that come in as well as cardinals, crows, blue jays and sparrows.  While watching the deer this morning, I had an overwhelming feeling of being blessed in that very moment.  I am reminded of Psalm 46:10...Be still and know that I am God.  His magic and wonder was all around me, even in the thickest part of the woods.

Too many times, we glorify being busy.  We forget to be still.  We forget that we need to energize our souls.  There is so much medicine in the act of being still and living in the moment.  I hope you can carve out a little time today to slow down.  There's an entire world we miss in the act of being busy.


(images taken from www.christianfunnypictures.com)

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Homemade??? Oh Yes You Can!



Make It Yourself...OH YES YOU CAN!
Have you ever taken a store bought bucket of chicken to a church dinner or party in your own
dish lined with a nice kitchen towel?  Did you smile and simply say thank you as the dinner guests commented on how wonderful your chicken was?  Are you chuckling on the inside as you read this?  Yep, been there done that!  The dinner guests were all warm and fuzzy as they pictured you slaving over a frying pan and placing each piece of chicken gingerly into the dish.  As if you fried each piece individually just for them.  Not knowing that 30 minutes prior you were at the Wal-Mart deli counter ordering an "8 piece" and scrambling in the church parking lot to arrange your dish. 

There's just something about homemade isn't there?  I have learned that homemade not only makes others feel good, but it gives me a great sense of pride and that same warm and fuzzy when I've made something myself.  There have been many things over the last few years that I've procrastinated in making just because I felt intimidated by the process.  Usually, once I just make up my mind that I'm going to just "go for it", it's not as complicated as I had built it up to be.

A few recent examples for me have been making homemade yogurt and sewing a pillow case dress.  I've wanted to make yogurt for about a year now.  I also have wanted to sew for 20 years.  I have tackled both of these life's to do items in the last week.  I feel really stupid that it was so much easier than I thought and that I had waited so long to give myself such joy from a project well done.

My encouragement for you today...in the words of the NIKE...JUST DO IT! 

To ease you into the process, I'm including a few ideas for easy projects that might inspire you to move onto bigger ones.  HAVE FUN! 

Repurpose with Spray Paint
Take any item you want to repurpose and spray paint it or distress to give it a totally NEW look.  Many items will not require sanding, but you can if you feel the item needs it.  Be sure to wipe down the item first with a damp cloth and then allow to dry completely.  Follow instructions on the can for  how to spray the item.  Add a few coats and then finish with a coat of spray poly.  The side table pictured below was a piece I have had for 15 years.  It sat outside on our porch and was extremely weathered.  A little sanding, a few coats of paint, a little sanding on the edges to distress, a final coat of poly and VOILA!  A brand new piece of furniture.

Also pictured is a purple mirror I repurposed for Sophie's nursery.  I found this mirror on a Facebook trading site for $10.  It was large, gold and heavy.  Okay, down right ugly.  I simply wiped it down with a wet cloth, place printer paper over the mirror to protect it and then sprayed away.  This mirror goes perfectly above her changing table.


Homemade Laundry Detergent
This recipe came from one of our Red Gate Farm CSA Members, Thanks Melanie!  You can use these ingredients for liquid or powder soap.  I like to use the powder version and it seems to work well in our high efficiency washer  I know lots of folks who love the liquid version too.  Visit www.wellnessmama.com for detailed instructions.
Ingredients
1 bar of soap (any kind you want), I like Castille or Zote (as pictured and available at Wally World)
1 cup of Borax
1 cup of washing soda
a big pot ( that holds more than 2 gallons)
a grater
a funnel
a long spoon
2 empty gallon jugs/containers
 
Homemade Glass Cleaner (YES!)
 
This is my new favorite window/mirror cleaner.  Equal parts of alcohol and water.  DONE!  This cleans so much better than the Windex brand.  I even use it on our black appliances in the kitchen.
 
Homemade Soft Scrub (Yes! and YES!)
 
A few tablespoons of liquid castille soap, a little water, a little baking soda...mix to a paste and scrub away!
 
Now...go make something today!  ; )




Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Nature Deficit Disorder...Really?



Nature Deficit Disorder....Really?
 
 

Recently while searching for an article to post on our Red Gate Farm Facebook page, I came across a search result that had the title, "Nature Deficit Disorder" and I had to keep reading.

The web page I came across is www.childrenandnature.org.  This website is dedicated to fostering activities that encourage kids to get back outside.  I've included an excerpt from their website below.

Nature-Deficit Disorder

Author Richard Louv introduced the term "Nature-Deficit Disorder" in 2005 with the publication of his bestselling book, “Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder.” He coined the phrase to serve as a description of the human costs of alienation from nature and it is not meant to be a medical diagnosis (although perhaps it should be). - See more at: http://www.childrenandnature.org/about/ndd/#sthash.QQmhZosf.dpuf

What intrigued me the most was that this is a MOVEMENT now. Tom and I have for a long time talked about this very concept.  Each year we host Family Farm Week at the farm.  Anyone in the family can attend...from Maryland to Florida.  We have seen first hand what a week at the farm can do in terms of transforming kids.  They arrive "tech'd" out.  They leave a little more mature and responsible. 


Our niece, now 13 has been visiting the farm for years.  She began helping with the CSA during her Spring Breaks a few years ago.  Her visits have gone from weekends to several weeks during the summer.  She never complains about having to work on the farm.  It's just unspoken that when you come to visit us, you are part of the farm family and assume responsibility for some chores.  I watched her this past Christmas when she came to visit, get up at 5:30 so she could run the trap line with Uncle Tom.  She would hit the mud room, throw on her boots and jacket and take off on the four wheeler.  It really did not matter if they caught anything or not.  It was that she was a part of the process.  She was being depended upon and had a job.  I also think the allure of what they may find when they went out was part of it too.

In the Spring and Summer when she visits, she helps plant and pick vegetables.  We talk about how food is grown and the healthier choices she can introduce to her family when she gets home.  She makes customer deliveries with me as well.  She has the biggest smile on her face when she hands off the veggie box.  I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, she would rather be on the farm than anywhere else.  When she is here, she spends very little time on the laptop or her phone.  Those activities are usually at night when there's no daylight to be outside.
In 2012 we took our grandson and great nephew to Colorado for their 13th birthday.  We wanted to share with them our love for the outdoors and we had visited Colorado the previous year on vacation.  We had one rule for them while we were there.  They were not allowed to be on their cell phones during the day.  We expected them to be with us as a family and we did not want them to miss out on anything because they had their heads down texting their friends.  Being teens, we caught them a few times trying to sneak, but we expected that.

We went horseback riding, trout fishing, hiking in the Rocky Mountain National Park, ate a fancy restaurant and introduced them to the movie "The Shining".  As for that last part, The Stanley Hotel was the inspiration for Stephen King to write "The Shining".  I hope we did not scare the BEJEEZUS out of them, LOL.  We sat in the hot tub together and they actually opened up and talked to us about all kind of stuff.  It was a wonderful time.  I loved watching their faces when trying something new.  The amazement of seeing an elk up close and personal or conquering fear of riding a horse up a mountain.

If you spend any time with kids in nature, they'll ask you all kinds of questions.  The problem is, you also find out how little they know about how nature is connected to their lives.  How food is grown and where it comes from, how nature and humans are connected and depend on each other for survival.  It is critical that we all take an active part in seeking out activities to get our kids out of the house.  They are missing out on LIFE.

I am so looking forward to Spring.  I can't wait to get Sophie outside and introduce her to the garden and the wonder of the farm. 


Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Healthy Connection to Food


 


A Healthy Connection to Food
 

I wrote a piece for our local paper in October.  I've updated and added to it, hope you enjoy!

For centuries humans have connected with food beyond the “intended” nutritional connection.  One of the earliest connections we learn about in grade school comes from the annual Pilgrims and Indian celebration.  We celebrate with food during the holidays and milestone celebrations.  We attend church dinners, community fund raising dinners, business open houses which all incorporate food as a way to celebrate and keep participants involved.  Even business managers and owners understand that participation to meetings will be higher if you offer food.  Some of the most important business deals have been made over dinner or by meeting for a cup of coffee.  Need I go on?

During these celebrations we focus on the taste of food and the emotional high it creates.  Our society has also coined the term “comfort foods”.  We use this term to describe foods that “ease” the pain of emotional distress, stress, and just a little something to lift our spirits.   Often the foods served at these celebrations/meetings are processed foods or foods that are high in calories, fat and sugars.  We may consider for a fleeting moment that the donut we just grabbed near the coffee maker is not good for us.  But, too many times that nutritional concern is related to the size of our waste, not the amount of poor nutritional value that food choice is providing. 

As a result, we are an obese society.  Obesity in our children is on a staggering incline, to the point schools are implementing farm to table lunch programs.  Government food assistance programs now offer an option to purchase local produce.  Our younger generation has little knowledge as to how the food got on the grocery shelves to begin with.  Many have never visited a farm or know that it takes 60-70 days to grow that one head of broccoli they just ate while grazing at the Asian buffet.  They have not been taught that the farmer who grew that broccoli worked from sun up to sun down to harvest that stalk.  All of the farmer’s hard work being done while they sit in front of an I-Pad or I  Just for kicks…the next time you are at your local super market, take a visual inventory of the grocery carts around you.  As I’ve done this I’ve noticed buggies are filled with processed snack foods and sugary soft drinks.  I then notice the physical appearance of the family members who “own” that buggy.  If they are not obese, then at the least they look tired and worn down.

More and more research is being conducted on the relation to chemicals in our foods and our health problems.  These studies not only site our physical health is at risk but also our mental health.  Our environment speaks to us if we open our eyes to see the effects.  A prime example is our declining bee population.  Read a few articles on the effects of the over use of agricultural pesticides on our bees and you will want to know where your cucumber came from and why it’s so waxy.

I am not trying to discourage using food as a supplement to the celebration or event.  I believe that we need more gathering around the table.  A time to slow down from being a slave to a life of jam-packed calendars, technological dependency and extended working hours.  More importantly, a time to have face to face communication and reconnecting with the human spirit.  These “around the table” gatherings also foster healthier communities and social connections.

I am suggesting that we must change our food choice paradigm in order to foster a respect for food.  In turn, we will have a healthier connection to that food that makes the food choices we make as important as event to which we are celebrating.  When you incorporate fruits and vegetables into your diet you are purposefully making choices.  It causes you to think beyond reaching for the convenience item on the shelf.  You might visually catalog the farmer planting a vegetable seedling and nurturing it through until it is harvested and sent to market.  You will find yourself asking the question, “what is really in that prepackaged meal?” Reading ingredients on food labels will become second nature.  Gathering the family for a day trip to the local farmers market or you pick farm will be on the family weekend agenda.  Children who become actively involved in making family meal choices will be more inclined to participate in the preparation.  Through this paradigm shift we gain a sense of responsibility to our bodies, the local farmer and to our environmental footprint.

 

 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

RESOLVE TO REFRESH



Hello from Red Gate Farm!

I sit here typing and pausing to look at the kitchen window as a cedar limb blowing in the wind catches my attention.  We are awaiting the South's version of a winter snow storm with anticipated snow fall of 1-3 inches (Yankees...insert laughter here).  I am sure by now the bread and milk isles are barren.  Being a farmer and someone who always has a little stash of staples, I never really worry about getting stranded.  I did notice that Tom brought our reserve of candles up from the old farmhouse.  He's a DANG FINE YANKEE, so his "winter intuition" may be sensing something more than the weather folk are predicting.  Guess I'll take a loaf of bread out of the freezer to thaw.  There...I'm prepared!

For those of you who have spent any time with me, you know I'm a list maker.  I love seeing all my tasks that need to be done with lines crossed through them.  Such satisfaction to watch a favorite pen's ink cross out perfect penmanship...an art lost in our schools these days I might add.  Give this girl a spiral notebook and a great roller ball pen and I'm yours forever!

Speaking of lists...It's that time of year when lists and goals seem to be the topic of many social media posts.  After years of failing to realize my New Year's Resolutions, I've stopped writing them down or sharing them.  Remember, I'm a list maker who crosses things off when done.  I like the IMMEDIATE FIX, probably the reason I never tried drugs.  I'd be an addict for sure!  Watching my resolutions fade into the poster's paper fibers month after month, was just too painful for me.

My blog is a perfect example.  I started this blog in 2011 as a New Year's Resolution and as part of a journey I was on.  I started out resolving to write once a week.  After a week became a month and a month turned into 6 months and finally only 2 posts in 2012, I was just going to give it up.  It then occurred to me, who was I doing this for?  In my journey the blog was to be a place to share thoughts, ideas and encouragement.  It was never meant to be based on a schedule.  When I could not meet the scheduled goal, I felt defeated and I lost sight of the intent of the blog.  Instead of REFRESHING myself, I just stopped writing.  I now have given myself permission to write when the feeling hits me and hope that someone else might glean a little something in the process.

Over the past few years I've learned to slow down.  I've backed away from a jam-packed schedule with no time for anything other than meeting other's requests for my time.  I find that I'm working my way through my list addiction and taking more time to tackle things as time allows.  I have to admit that when you have a newborn, you seem to adjust to this type of lifestyle faster. 

This year I encourage you to RESOLVE less and REFRESH more.  Our souls need time to reconnect with hearts and minds.  I am finding I cherish quiet, peaceful sitting more than anything else these days.  I enjoying escaping in my own thoughts and dreams.  I no longer consider that a waste of time.  I don't want to send a message that goals and lists are not good.  I had a 20 year successful corporate career because of them.  I DO want to send the message that your soul has to be refreshed and ready to receive them in order to achieve them.

Here's wishing you a REFRESHED SOUL for 2014!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Call to Action...words of wisdom from the Red Gate Gal ; )

 
 
Catchy picture right?  It is a advertisement tin for a brand of coffee.  It's also just what I needed regarding my involvement in politics.  I have to admit that I have been lazy when it comes to doing anything when I disagree with how our country is being ran.  I rant and shake my head like many of you, but do nothing.  Partly because I feel like things are too far gone, but mostly because it takes time to research issues and write your representatives.  I have accepted that my beliefs spiritually and politically make me a minority these days.
 
I am going to change my behavior this year.  My husband's job was affected by the recent government shut down.  We watched C-Span for updates and he wrote letters to our representatives.  I gave my two cents for him to add to the letters.  But what I should have done is wrote a letter myself.  I have a voice and I vote individually, not with my husband as a family vote.  So this week, I vow to write my representatives as I fear we will be back in the same boat within a few months.
 
If you have been like me in regards to how to approach your involvement in politics, I am asking you to join me this year and WAKE THE HECK UP!  Start talking, writing, expressing an opinion.  There has been a social etiquette rule for years that you never talk politics or religion at the dinner table.  Well, maybe it's time to start talking.  I've become so frustrated at the state of our country.  I can barely make myself watch the morning news or turn on talk radio anymore.  I used to pride myself  on the fact that I was somewhat educated on current issues.  Now I'm finding that I just want to put a wall around our farm and stay in my own little world.  I am trying to fight these feelings and use my voice to exhaust my frustrations.
 
I left home when I was twenty with just a few hundred dollars (my choice).  My father paid for my college, but I fell in love (so I thought), dropped out of school and moved to TN.  My fiancé and I only had one car.  I rolled pennies for gas and obtained a job as reception making barely above minimum wage.  I even made barbecue sauce out of ketchup and mustard one time because I could not afford to buy the real stuff, YUCK!  I've spent hours on end washing clothes at dirty Laundromats.  I had to borrow a suit to go on my first "real" job interview.  The apartment I lived in was older and when you turned out the lights at night, the roaches seriously partied.  I hated my circumstances and knew I would work hard to change them.  During lean times, I cleaned repossessed mobile homes which to this day is the nastiest job I ever had. 
 
As the years passed, I worked hard and listened when given advice.  My circumstances sure did change and I climbed the corporate ladder.  I went from rolling pennies and cleaning nasty homes to becoming Program Manager for the Department of Homeland Security's 50 million dollar uniform program.  This job required me to spend many hours on the road meeting with government liaisons and outfitting agents in the Customs and Border Protection Agency.
 
For twenty years I have worked on and off in the employment industry and held various management positions.  I have watched a decline in our society from a work ethic and morale standpoint.  The folks I dealt with were $8.50-$13.00 an hour factory workers and $10.00-$17.00 clerical workers. In 2008 when we began to fall into our most recent recession, I really wanted to make an impact to help the thousands of people in the community for which I worked find employment.  I was a manager of a staffing agency in Middle Tennessee and had a real opportunity to connect the unemployed with employers in our area beyond my normal 8-5 job requirements (which were primarily sales). 
 
I began to build a relationship with the local career center.  I volunteered time to speak quarterly at their weekly program called Career Connections.   This program allowed workers in transition to receive education regarding job search skills and to meet a local employer who was hiring.  A huge advantage when so many jobs are posted online these days with no face to face interaction.  At this same time the number of weeks that an individual could draw unemployment increased from 13 weeks to 99 weeks over a period of a few years. 
 
I also offered to each group I spoke to a 45 minute private session with me to discuss their individual job situation, ask questions or get help with their resume.  I coordinated an event at our church for the unemployed that brought in speakers and offered networking opportunities.  I sat on mock interview boards at the local technical school   This allowed me an opportunity to provide a student interview practice, but I could also give feedback to assist them on their "real" interviews in the future.  Relationships were built with local organizations that supported welfare and Department of Human Services clients.  On several occasions I spent my lunch hour at a local library helping United Way participants develop resumes. One of my final volunteer opportunities was to accept an appointment as a Board Member for a local ministry.  To this day, although no longer working full time, I continue to work with those who are in a lower income bracket through this ministry.
 
The above volunteer and work activities listed above are not a "kudos" to my efforts, but an outline of my background to show that I have witnessed first hand our society moving to an entitlement society.  Too many times, individuals would show up at a job fair or a speaking event only to tell me they were needing to find a job because their unemployment was running out.  When asked what they had been doing to find a job, the answer was usually "nothing I've been on unemployment".  I saw far too many people who had solid work histories become dependent and their work ethic declined. 
 
One of the most common questions I was asked when I spoke to groups who were in career transition was, "As a recruiter, what do you think about people who are drawing unemployment?".  My answer was, "Unemployment support was meant as a TEMPORARY supplement until new employment was secured".  The problem is that unemployment wages became the SECURED NEW EMPLOYMENT as extension after extension was approved.  During the 4 year period I'm referencing, there were jobs available.  I struggled to find workers for the jobs I had opened, both clerical and industrial workers.
 
Although beginning in 2012, I started my own business I still took contract work with my previous employer.  I spent 15-20 hours per week recruiting candidates from online job sources.  Some weeks I would contact 200-300 potential candidates to speak with them about opportunities.  Only 15%-20% of those would call me back or respond by email.  As we listen to the media we are told we are in an employment crisis????  Another problem facing the unemployed is that too many of our 20-30 year olds have criminal backgrounds.  The majority of employers require a pre-employment background check.  The number of individuals with felony and misdemeanor convictions has increased since the early 90's when I started in staffing.  You then begin to have conversations  with candidates who blame you because they are out of work and cannot pass a criminal background.
 
Recently during the government shut down I was working a project in the Middle TN area.  I would have C-Span on in the background while I scanned resumes on the computer.  As I would reach candidates on the phone, I found the vast majority did not want to take work and were extremely picky about opportunities even though they had been out of work for months.  Starting at the bottom and working your way up is a concept/work ethic that has been forgotten.  Working multiple jobs and long hours is not even considered as an option to this group of folks.  They want it fast and easy.
 
When you've been allowed to draw an unemployment check for almost two years, why should you be motivated to do anything differently?  If you can enroll in programs that support your food, daycare, cellphone, utility needs and vast other government programs, why should you be motivated to do anything differently?  We no longer foster a society that receives the reward of satisfaction after a hard day's work.
 
Government cannot continue to support the growing segment of our population who is unmotivated to take care of themselves.  Increased unemployment support, welfare and government health care are just a few examples of government programs that create an entitlement society.  These programs lend no encouragement or foster those who take advantage of them to be independent.
 
To be fair, I met and helped many wonderful people during this time.  People who had that spark of motivation and a desire to do for themselves.  Unfortunately, those success stories were not the "norm" for my day to day interactions.  When given the opportunity to participate in the programs that would develop better work and life skills, there were few takers.  If an organization I was involved in offered something free, the doors would burst at the seams.
 
When I relay my experience to others if the topic of the state of our country comes up, the response I receive is shock and disbelief.  My audience questions why the media reports things so differently.  SO....WAKE THE HECK UP!  Get involved, ask questions of your representatives, write to them and do something.  I for one will be this year.  No excuses...it's taken me 3 hours to write this in between normal morning activities with a 7 month old.  Git'r done folks!
 
I welcome comments and opinions as long as they are not NASTY/HATEFUL.  We all have different experiences and education and varying areas.  I'm always willing to learn and keep an open mind. 
 


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A Year In Review

It's been over a year since I have added a blog entry.  I have debated several times whether to keep this blog open or go ahead and close it.  I've learned over the years as with my journal writing, creativity comes and goes.  Life happens, mellows and drops you off a cliff sometimes.  You just roll with the punches. Needless to say, I decided to keep it open.

When I looked at the date of my last blog entry, it was one month before we took our grandson and great nephew to Colorado for their 13th birthday.  Little did I know, that trip would produce one of my greatest joys in life...Sophie (3/18/13).  As I am writing this, I watch her jumping in her Exersaucer stopping long enough to stare me down until I notice her.  I then receive the sweetest smile and she goes back to jumping and spinning again.



To say the last year has been a whirlwind of activities is an understatement.  I experienced the highs and lows of pregnancy and childbirth.  We completed our 2nd CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) season.  Red Gate Farm was featured in our local newspaper and allowed us to contribute an article titled "Healthy Connections to Our Food".  To top it all off, we built our dream home with the most amazing sunset view.  I guess I'll also add that I reached a milestone and turned the big "40" in September.  There, done...I said it...I'm 40! : )

 
 
I am looking forward to a slower pace year for 2014.  I am excited about watching our daughter grow and develop her own little personality.  Heaven help us all if she gets even a little of her Mom and Dad's type A!  We will be adding a chicken and beef option to our CSA season which is exciting.  These added options will allow our customers to not only receive produce from us, but eggs, poultry and beef. 
 
Hang in there with me this year as I try to get back to my blogging.  God is good and has blessed us beyond measure.  We know that we are nothing without his grace.  All that we have is his and we pray for him to give us the wisdom and tools to be good stewards of his gifts.
 
 
 
If you are in the Middle Tennessee area and would like to check out our farm, feel free to message me at dluipersbeck@msn.com.  Our CSA memberships sell out quickly each year.  We'd love to add you to the Red Gate Farm Family!
 

 


 


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Encourage Others by Grabbing Hold of Your Dreams


Spring Greetings!

2012 has been a year of change for us at Red Gate Farm.  We have started a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) business.  It's been so much fun but tons of hard work.  I go to bed each night totally exhausted, but would not trade it for anything!

This transition for me has been a scary one.  I spent most of 2011 working with a mentor weekly and then with a career coach.  Hoping that one of them would be able to magically come up with the perfect career for me.  The longer I spent in these coaching/mentoring sessions, the more I began to allow Red Gate Gal to emerge.  I remember my career coach saying that it's like I was two different people.  This was all too comical for me as I've always joked that I felt like Sally Fields in Sybil.  A light bulb went off for me during this session.  I was tired of trying to be both, so I chose to embrace my authentic self the farm girl vs. this corporate manager I'd been for 18 years. 

I've never really been a risk taker, so making the decision to leave my corporate job to become a farmer was very out of character for me.  I've joked that I've traded my business suits for cowboy boots!  As the big 40 approaches,  I'm told that around this age is when many women begin searching for something different.  Maybe we are no longer able to ignore our authentic voice that becomes louder as we age.

I was introduced to a book in my early twenties called Simple Abundance.  In this book Sarah VanBreathnach talks about nurturing your authentic self to be experience simplicity.  Although I fell in love with the book, I could not fully appreciate it's meaning until later in my life. 

Too many times we attempt to meet the approval of others.  We strive to maintain an image that we feel others expect of us.  We try to be everything to everyone and we put a muzzle on that inner voice that is growling and barking to be heard.  Over time, trying to silence that voice becomes tiring.  Dreams from our youth were placed on a shelf a long time ago.  We come upon those dreams from time to time like an old picture.  We dust them off, think about what could have been only to put them back up again.  Other times, our dreams change as we grow and mature.  We second guess ourselves and question if we deserve to be selfish to pursue our desires.  The risk is harder to take as we become older and wiser (??).

I've learned alot during this transition.  I have been amazed at the number of people who seem to be encouraged by this new venture we've taken.  I've also been surprised at the number of people who have dreams that were never realized and have found encouragement through our decision.  Just this past week while attending a women's networking group, one of the members told me that she loved watching the transition I was making.  She made the statement that I am absolutely "glowing" now.  This is not the first time I've heard this as I've been embracing my authentic voice.  I see the same person in the mirror, but others are seeing something different.

I guess I want to leave with you today, that it's never too late.  In the last few years, I've tried lots of new things.  I've tackled fears of riding horses and herding cattle (several childhood traumas...LOL).  I've been fly fishing and finally took cake decorating lessons.  I've gone back to college, AGAIN...but I'll keep plugging away at my degree.  We have just graduated from the Master Gardener course, something I've wanted to do for years.  I'm getting pretty good at driving our tractor and wrestling goats.  I've confronted some childhood hurts and accepted that I'm not perfect.  I've learned to really love who I see in the mirror.  And most of all...I have a wonderful husband.  He has been so supportive during this time.  He's allowed me to change and to find the simplicity and authenticity I've searched for. 


It's never too late.  Go on a treasure hunt and pull down one of your dreams off that dusty shelf.  But...I warn you....you may never be the same.  "Success is a journey, not a destination"-Arthur Ashe



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Passing Along and Passing on

It's been quite some time since I've felt inspired to write.  I've mostly invested my time in starting our Community Supported Agriculture business and transitioning out of my corporate life.  But today as I sat at a friend's funeral, I was reminded of the importance of passing along a part of ourselves to those around us.

For many years I felt that I was living a life that was not authentic.  I did not know how to express this person inside of me and still try and meet the expectations of others.  I spent a great deal of time trying to appear one way on the outside, all the while suffocating this other person on the inside.

Our friend Jeanine passed away just a few days ago.  In the hours since we've left the graveside, I've recalled snippets of conversations we had together over the years.  She helped me realize my dream of learning to cake decorate.  We spent 1 night per week in her kitchen for almost 6 months.  I remember how encouraging she was when I booked my first wedding cake.  I must have called her a zillion times the morning I delivered the cake wanting to make sure I had done everything just right.  She was patient with each call.  I also remember how tickled she was when she found out I had only put 1/2 the amount of Crisco the recipe called for.  I had cramps in my hands because the icing was not smooth enough and it was extremely thick to push through the decorating bag.  We laughed because it took us 3 months to figure out what I was doing wrong.

Jeanine also taught my husband and I how to can vegetables from the garden.  Canning is now such a passion of mine.  She passed along her knowledge of canning, recipe books and her pressure cooker to us.  But not until we took a class from her on how to use the pressure cooker.  She tried to pass along her knowledge of embroidery to me.  I never had the patience to stick with that skill.  I still have the rose pattern pillow case with 1/2 embroidered roses in my chest of drawers.  It patiently waits in the dark drawer for me to pick it up again.

Jeanine's words of wisdom regarding farm animals was proven time and time again to me.  She warned to never name calves and only name the cows.  I understood why after we sold our first round of calves at the sale barn.  It's hard to see a calf named "Blackie" who has eaten out of your hand for months be sold at the sale barn.  Only to end up on someone's dinner plate.  She despised chickens and thought I was crazy when I excitedly announced we had purchased 30 from the 4-H sale.  And yet again, her words ring in my ear as I routinely clean chicken poop from our front porch.

We exchanged books and magazines.  We picked peaches together and shared recipes.  She told me one time that I was born in the wrong era.  Something I had always known.  Many times I had pictured myself being perfectly content living like Laura Ingalls-Wilder in Walnut Grove.   Her insight and nurturing of the person I'd been smothering for years is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.  It gave me the courage to be true to myself.

She was not the sweet little old lady you may be imaging from my description above.  She was a strong, direct, to the point woman who maintained a private life.  She had friends, but chose them carefully.  She was not afraid to tell you how she felt about politics or religion.  You may not agree or want to hear it, but she told you anyway.  The last few years were mentally and physically draining for Jeanine.  Visits were not as pleasant, but she had good reason.  In the end, I'm thankful I had the private moments with her.  There were good and not so good memories.  The time was precious nonetheless.

In a day and age where we pass along information by a text or via facebook, I'm blessed to have had a friendship the OLD SCHOOL way...intimate and personal.  I am fortunate that Jeanine passed along her knowledge of farming, canning, gardening and cooking to me.  I spent more time in the kitchen with Jeanine than I ever did with my own mother or grandmothers.  I don't think she nor I really knew how those teaching moments would impact my life.

My mother recently told me that my twelve year old niece told her she wanted me to teach her to decorate cakes when she visits our farm in April.  I now have an opportunity to pass down my knowledge to Anna.  We will share moments in the kitchen just as Jeanine and I did many times.

So my question to you is...What will you pass along?  Will you take some time this next year to break away from your smart phone or busy schedule to pass along a piece of yourself to someone else.  Legacies can be left in the smallest of actions.  Don't miss an opportunity to leave yours today.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Farm at the End of the Road

I love slow Sunday mornings.  I was catching up on my Mary Janes Farm emails and read this poem.  I fell in love instantly!  Hope you enjoy!

The House at the End of the Road
by Shirley Jean Pierce, Florida
adapted from Sam Walter Foss' poem, The House by the Side of the Road, 1897

There are gentle souls that give each day
With the peace of talents spent.
There are souls, like stars, that dwell to shine
In their loved ones' sweet content.
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths,
The wagon ruts still call -
But let me live at the end of the road
And make a home for all.

Let me live in a house at the end of the road
Where the walk of life draws nigh -
Where folks who work hard and have calloused hands,
As good and as bad as I,
Can live and not judge another's heart
Or cast a critic's eye
Let me live in a house at the end of the road
And open my door to the sky.

I see from my house at the end of the road,
The rolling fields of life,
I see women who press with the ardor of hope,
Their aprons stained with strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears -
Both part of the infinite plan;
Let me live in the house at the end of the road
And be to all a kind woman.

I know there are lark-filled meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height,
There are gardens to tend and children to mend
And day simply turns into night.
But still I rejoice when my sisters rejoice,
And weep with the women who moan,
With the dream of a farm at the end of the road
For a little girl too quickly grown.


Let me live in my house at the end of the road
And welcome the women who try -
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I look with a critic's eye
Or judge another's call?
Let me live in a house at the end of the road
And make a home for all.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Garden Glory



Another garden season is coming to an end.  Sniff...Sniff...  I walked today what will probably be my last walk to the garden until next May.  The extreme heat has really taken a toll on the plants.  The tomato plants are drying out, but still producing tomatoes.  Our cukes are done and all that is left on the vines are ridiculously overgrown fruits that have yellowed.  We lost most of our corn to raccoons, and the stalks have been cut and fed to the cattle.  The once deep purple fruit of our eggplants have all but disappeared and a few small bell peppers are hanging on by the "seed of their plants".  Bright yellow squash blossoms are a distant memory.  And our hopes for potatoes were never realized.  Our compost pile will wait to be turned another day.

The end of the garden season for me is always bittersweet.  I'll miss the early Saturday mornings with my Tom working the soil, watering emerging seedlings, and sharing the excitement of seeing the first fruits of our efforts.  No longer will our evenings be spent sharing the canning duties.  I'm so lucky to have a husband who enjoys canning as much as I do.  He fires up the turkey fryer outside and sterilizes the jars as I blanch, peel and cut veggies for packing.  We then sit on the porch in our side by side rockers and enjoy a cool glass of lemonade as we listen for the "tink" of lids sealing on jars.

Despite the sweaty Saturday mornings, aching lower backs from picking, itchy bug bites and dirty garden feet, it's soooo worth it!  So for now, I'll savor my last weeks of whatever my precious garden has left to yield.  I'll eat as many of my favorite....bologna, tomato and cheese sandwiches on fresh white bread...YUM!  And then we'll move on to the freshest marinara, stews and chili for the fall and winter months.  And best of all, no preservatives and as organic as it gets!  

For now, I'll look forward to the cooler months of fall.  "There's a change a com'in I tell ya" and her name is FALL.  As I say goodbye to the dog days of summer, I stand with welcoming arms to the blessings of the trees.  When we are privileged to have a front row seat to the changing colors of the season. 

I'll leave you with the words to a song that I heard on the radio when I was in high school.  It pretty much describes my love affair with tomatoes...

Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes
Where would I be without home grown tomatoes?
There's only two things that money can't buy
And that's true love and home grown tomatoes!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Red Gate Farm Morning Reflections


The computer is slower than Christmas this morning.  My husband pipes up to encourage me to call the satellite company as I am voicing my frustration at it's snail's pace.   I am technically challenged and would rather have bamboo shoots forced under my toe nails than to call a tech support department.  So, I decided to sit and rock on the front porch as God teaches me patience.

The funny thing is, I begin to watch the chickens as they peck the ground and am aware of the rhythm of the farm.  It's slow and easy this morning.  My mind drifts to thoughts of Family Farm Week.  The quiet peace of the farm is missing the laughter that had filled the air just 4 weeks ago.  Images of family members gathered on the front porch to reminisce of days past.  Sleepy heads emerging from the camper with first thoughts of grabbing an egg basket for the morning chores.



It's more than a family event that takes weeks of work preparing for.  It's a tradition that I hope will connect us forever.  Although my own family was somewhat dysfunctional....I guess all families are to an extent, I do have memories of tradition.  Memories of my Grandmother making fried peach pies in a cast iron skillet, memories of visiting my Great Grandmother wearing a purple bonnet and picking vegetables from a garden.  The gathering of extended family for holidays was a time to reconnect with cousins.  I've always wanted to pass that along and I am so blessed to be able to do that on Red Gate Farms.

So it may seem to our family that we are hosting them, but the truth is they are blessing us.  Allowing us to share our home and to share the peace of the farm.  Each year we create new memories and we play them back until the next year when we get to do it all over again.  So, I'll keep playing the Family Farm Week movie over and over again for the next 11 months.  Anxiously waiting for June 2012 when that wonderful laughter and chatter of family fills our humid farm air again.