I went for a walk around Celebration, Florida this past weekend with Hannah Green. She is @lovecentralfl on Instagram. We headed through her neighborhood to the town square. Check out the video for the whole tour or the timestamps listed below.
Kim Fox and I have known each other for thirty-two years. We went to high school together and have been close friends ever since. She has always amazed me with her talented artistic ability, and now inspires me with her urban homesteading skills. In thinking about what to write, all I can conjure up is the memory of tasting her fresh-baked bread slathered with melted butter and homemade Concord grape freezer jam. With that thought in mind, I'll let her tell you a bit more about her urban farm.
1. Tell me about your evolution as an urban farmer. How did you get into chickens and urban chicken farming?
I have long been interested in gardening. I remember helping my dad in the garden as child and eating the lettuce leaves as I worked. Even then I was struck by how good that lettuce was - way better than the heads of iceberg from the grocery. In keeping my own garden I try to learn a little more, expand a bit, each year. I'm also a sucker for hand-me-down plants, flowers, herbs, etc. I figure anything is worth a try.
Years ago we were having drinks with friends and the woman said she needed to find someone to take over her beehives after her move. I had had just enough wine to make it sound like a great idea and I volunteered on the spot. I immediately began researching - taking classes locally, reading books from the library, ordering supply catalogs - anything I could do to gain knowledge about this new endeavor.
I loved everything about the bees so much; the smell of the hives, watching them wake up and get to work in the mornings and settle down in the evenings, the delicious honey they made. Unfortunately, the winter after my son was born I checked on the hives and the bees were all dead. It was awful. I'm still not exactly sure what happened but I don't believe it was Colony Collapse Disorder. Rather I believe that my neighbors had had enough of me and the bees and sprayed the hive. Whatever the truth is it was awful to see. I haven't had bees since then. I was wrapped up in raising my son and then we moved to a new neighborhood and, even after eight years here, I feel like we're still settling in. I definitely plan to keep bees again in the near future but I want to make sure that our nearest neighbors are all on board with the idea so as to avoid any tension, fear or animosity.
In this new (old) house I started right away putting in perennials. I think nothing makes a house look more lived in than established plantings. We moved in mid-September and in the rush of beginning a major renovation I insisted on getting a few perennials in the Fall ground. Each year I add more (including any orphan plants the neighbors drop off!) and it's really beginning to take shape. We inherited old, old grape vines that I'm working to bring back to glory. They yieldloads of fruit in the Fall and I make jars and jars of freezer jam for neighbors, friends and family. We have planted apple trees and raspberries. We built a large raised bed in the garden off of the kitchen. That is planted with garlic, tomatoes, peppers, and herbs like cilantro, tarragon, rosemary and basil.
Five years ago I decided it would be fun to raise chickens. I am not patient and when I get an idea in my head, it's all over. Within weeks, armed with books from the library, I ordered my chicks by mail, pestered random chicken-keepers for information and left over supplies, and set up a brooder in the basement. Once the chicks arrived we began to build a hen house in the back yard to be ready in time for them to outgrow the brooder and move outside.
I knew I would enjoy the process of raising and keeping chickens but I wasn't prepared for loving the hens. I love them. I look forward to seeing them in the morning. I let them out each day to roam our yard and the yards of some nearby neighbors. I take them treats (kitchen scraps) throughout the day just to be able to watch them run to me excitedly. They are pets that happen to lay 4-5 gorgeous, delicious eggs each day. How can it be better?
My dad and step-mom were in town a few weeks ago and we made a feast of fresh pasta with eggs from our hens, sauce made from the tomatoes in the garden, and ground venison from my uncle's recent hunt. We knew exactly where our meal came from and it was heavenly to taste. A true feast.
2. Tell us about your flock.
I have five hens. A Speckled Sussex named Lady Whistle, a Barred Rock named Louise, an Easter Egger named Ms Jackson, a Grey Laced Wyandotte named Frannie, and a Buckeye named Marie. The Easter Egger is a mixed breed who lays a lovely blue-green egg and is the sassiest and goofiest looking. Lady Whistle is gorgeous and strong and independent.
3. Have you run into any resistance from local government or neighbors? How did you handle it?
Thankfully, my municipality is one that allows hens. They don't allow roosters which make for nuisance neighbors but the hens don't need a man around to lay eggs so we're in luck. The majority of my neighbors seem to love the hens. They get the benefit of fresh eggs without having the burden of the labor so what's not to love? The hens aren't super noisy except when they boast about the eggs they just laid. They are great natural pest-control in the garden and they fertilize like crazy. I have had only one negative run-in with a neighbor who seems to be afraid of the hens. It was totally my fault as I let them free-range but I didn't realize they'd free-range four houses away! The woman called Animal Control as she didn't know to whom the hens belonged. Animal Control came around and interviewed some neighbors and visited me. The Animal Control man loves chickens and said, "If I had my way they be roaming everywhere but in the streets." He lives in the next town and is envious of the fact that my town allows hens and his doesn't. It all was very friendly, but I've taken to minding my hens much more closely in an attempt to be a better neighbor.
4. Are you a member of any urban farming organizations in Pittsburgh?
I am loosely affiliated with a group of Bee and Chicken Keepers. I am working with another woman to start a local group here in the South Hills and we'll attempt to raise awareness about the benefits of raising chickens and also try to work out a good source of organic feed for our area. There are a lot of active agricultural groups here in PIttsburgh and I feel one of my next steps will be to reach out and get involved in one or two of them.
5. How does the urban farmer gig mesh with the other roles you play? (Wife, Mother, Artist, Citizen, Community Member, Etc.)
I think the Mama Farmer role suits me and meshes perfectly with the rest of my life. It was been a joy to get my son, Whistle, involved in every aspect of raising and keeping the hens. It's a terrific way to meet neighbors as they come by and say "Oh my gosh, are those CHICKENS?" which results in a tour of the garden and hen house and often times, a promise to meet at the Saloon up the street for a drink. My artwork is always based on the simple things around me so now it just naturally includes chickens which fit perfectly into my existing stable of birds, bees, farm equipment, etc.
6. What three pieces of advice would you give someone who is considering becoming an urban farmer?
Learn the rules in your town first. I know someone who spent a bunch of money on a hen house set-up only to learn he wasn't allowed to keep hens in his town.
Do your research! Volunteer, read, take classes, get online. There are a million resources for anything you want to get involved in.
Take a leap! Nothing will happen if you don't.
It's true. I graduated from Barbizon Modeling School. When I was fifteen I decided I wanted to be a model like the girls I saw in Seventeen Magazine. Mom signed me up for classes at the Barbizon in Maitland. I went every Saturday morning for months to practice walking in three inch high white pumps down a hallway, down stairs, up stairs. I learned poise and posture; how to sit properly, stand properly, how to turn my head and which side is my good side (my right side). I learned basic etiquette; how to set a table and be entertaining and witty at social functions. I learned how to put on makeup, how to take off makeup, how to meet new people. I learned how to interview.
I learned that I didn't want to be a model. (After being told I'd have to eat cottage cheese and tomatoes for the rest of my life). I learned self-confidence. I didn't feel it, but I learned how to fake it really well. I still can. Look, no one has it figured out. No one has all the answers. Even now, I don't. But that saying, "fake it 'til you make it" really works. You start to actually believe in yourself after pretending to believe in yourself. Also you become old enough to not care what other people think and that helps a lot too.
Fun fact: Condoleeza Rice is a graduate too. And so was Ronald Reagan. Weird.
I looked it up and it's still in the same building. You guys, that's nuts. The photo below is me at graduation in 1986 at the Bob Carr Auditorium. The guy next to me was one of the teachers. I think he taught blowdrying. We have perfect hair. Can we just take a minute to check out the fact that my dress is silver lamé and half of it is literally a bow.
Man, I loved the 80s.
During the late summer of 2000, I traveled through France and Italy with my Aunt Mimi and cousin Mark. I had just completed a year of living in Japan. Imagine going directly from Asian cuisine to European. The cheeses and butters and breads just won me over. Gastronomically, it was the best year of my life, and the best meal of my life was during that trip.
Mimi had a little stone house in Caen, which is in Normandy. We traveled by tiny Peugeot from there down to Grenoble and into Italy. Between Caen and Grenoble we stopped in Nohant-Vic near the Loire Valley. George Sand's chateau is there, where she grew up and wrote most of her work.. The Eighteenth Century building still retains its romantic charm and it is outfitted with the same furnishings and decor as when she was living.
The hotel is called Auberge de la Petite Fadette. It is an eight room hotel that I would call more of an inn. It's lovely. The dining room is well-lit and has a large, grey, stone fireplace. The three of us sat at a wooden table covered with a crisp white tablecloth. I didn't know that my life was about to change. The courses kept coming; one after the other and each one more and more delicious.
Terrine of foie gras with chutney and mesclun. Roasted Sea Bass with Artichokes Barigoule.
(These are not sentences, I know, but they are worthy of a period just for being in existence.)
Saddle of perfectly cooked lamb with rosemary. This dinner is where I discovered Cote du Rhone wine, sheep cheeses, and where one course is whisked away during conversation and another appears as if by magic. Perfectly presented on simple, beautiful white dishes.
(Insert another bottle of wine here.)
The meal ended four hours later with Melba peach pudding topped with crushed raspberries. Chocolate mousse with Bailey's. A cheese plate to end all cheese plates followed by even more wine and finally a cappuccino and an espresso and two well-deserved Gitanes.
If I could go back in time, I would go to this dinner and yes, I would photograph my food.
Everyone has that one meal, the one that is their favorite. Perhaps it sticks in mind because of the time in your life that it marked, or because of the location, or the people who accompanied you. For me it was all of those things, all at once, and that is why it was the best.
I kicked it with my new friend Anna Christmas at Reyes Mezcaleria on Monday night and was blown away by their dishes on the happy hour menu. We decided on light bites for dinner and sat at the bar. First off, the bartenders at Reyes are some of the kindest and most informative people I've met. They have unique knowledge on tequilas, mezcal, and how to make the perfect cocktail with either. (BTW their house margarita with salt is one of my faves.)
The thing about mezcal is that it can be made from over 30 varieties of agave while tequila is only made from Blue Agave. The pinas of the agave plants are cooked in the ground on hot volcanic rocks. WHAT?! Yep. Like they do pigs in Mexico, people. That gives the mezcal that smokey flavor. Not peppery...smokey. You have to try one, or several. There are over fifty on the list and that's just mezcal. The tequila offerings exceed that number by far.
Fun fact, mezcal is made in 9 regions of Mexico: Oaxaca, Durango, Guanajuato, Guerrero, San Luis Potosi, Tamaulipas, Zacatecas, Michoacan, and Puebla. Oaxaca is pretty much the center of the mezcal world since 85% of all mezcal is produced there. To learn more, I'll have to travel there in person. (Adding that to the Townie calendar.)
We dug into three small dishes that I highly recommend. The ceviche. Just get it. The yuca Llenados was incredible. Fried yuca with salsa roja, pork carnitas, quesco fresco, serano chile, and guava-arbol sauce. The sweet heat and crunch of the yuca with the smooth pork was mouth-wateringly good. Then, just for fun, we ordered the chicharrones, pork rinds with lime aioli, cotija, chili powder.
Needless to say, we had a blast learning about each other, the food we were eating, and talking about travel. Chilling in the lounge area that looks like an amazing dreamscape of a living room only inspired dreams of future meetups. "How can we get more people to discover this place?"
Figured I'd start by telling you all about it. Go! There's parking all around on the street or garage but with all that mezcal, I'd say best to Lyft or Uber. See you there!