When Steve and I decided to find land to farm, we did it for the sole purpose of growing and raising our own food. We look at it as an adventure and something we can do together. Our focus has been to feed ourselves well, while enjoying the challenge of working the land. We started out small; our first garden was a glorified backyard type with limited variety and our first batch of chickens we butchered was a mere 25 (and it took us two entire days to do it!).
Even though we have increased our variety of everything here on the farm: chicken and turkey sausages, grass-finished beef, chicken and guinea eggs, and a beautiful array of berries and veggies, our premise has not changed. We first and foremost farm for us. We want to eat clean food that we are certain of how it was grown or raised. We feed our children and grandchildren this food so it has to be pure. I don’t necessarily trust the marketing geniuses from big agriculture when they boast the purity of their products so I’ll grow my own, thank you very much.
Because of our “mission”, we typically don’t have an overabundance of our perishables leftover week to week. Our farmer’s market customers know that if they want eggs or some of our extra produce, they better show up early, or better yet, make arrangements to come to the farm during the week to purchase what we won’t be saving for us. But they know it is fresh, organically grown and therefore absolutely delicious, so setting their alarm clock Saturday morning or stopping by the farm is well worth it.
It has become a game for some: who can get the guinea eggs before we sell out, or who can snag a bundle of freshly picked produce before it is gone. Two weeks ago we offered half shares of a steer that will be butchered in the beginning of June and he was pre-sold within 15 minutes of Steve sending out the e-mail! What I marvel at is that those who are “in the know” have become part of the farm. They are among the first faces I see at the market and the ones who message us often to find out what we have available because they want to swing by to pick up “the good stuff”. We have a pretty tight bond with those folks and it just makes sense because what better way to connect than through food?!