Last night I wrote a long email to 3 good friends who are also educators, and while I wrote, my daughter asked, "Are you writing for that thing?" I'm pretty sure she meant "this blog", so I said, "No, not my blog. It's an email to my friends." She must have noticed my writing concentration and effort, because I really was trying to tell my friends a story about the farm I just visited yesterday after school and the book I'm reading, The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan (also loved his book In Defense of Food and latest Food Rules). So here's the main text of that email:
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Back track to a week ago when I put out the email about starting a "Now Reading" folder in our school email system and mentioned that I'm reading Pollan's book, KA replied and said she buys meats at a farm in Hamburg called Duink Farms. I've been thinking about the meat issue for some time, trying to find the middle ground between supermarkets and going to D [my friend's husband who operates a CSA farm] for broilers, somewhere closer, meats I can handle/store/cook more readily. So I went with her today after school - it's about 10 minutes south of the village, and bought some chicken thigh/rear quarters, ground pork, sausage links, and eggs. The owner guy was in this shed on his farm property, nice guy. A bunch of us squeezed in the shed waiting our turns, surrounded by a few freezers and refrigerators. Outside, his animals (and veggies?) are in this long opaque domed tarp thing, some distance behind the shed, and we heard some animals (sheep?). CH, have you heard of this place? Anyway, I'll let you folks know how the meat tastes. He also sells angus beef, lamb meats, other pork meats, a few veggies. His "store" hours are /eves and .
OK, stay with me, b/c this is the funny part. Driving home from Duink Farms, I'm very pleased with my "local eating" endeavor. When I am about 2 minutes away from our house, driving down a side street, and 2 deer walk across the road. I slam on brakes, and really look at them, and for the first time ever, I think, "hm, they look like they could be yummy to eat." NO JOKE! When I first moved to [this town], I thought deer were cute, then I thought they were a menace (to cars/drivers), and now!!!
Hm, anything else? Oh, CS, re nonfiction reading, I think genre requirements are the way to go. "Forcing" them to try different genres is totally worthwhile and completely legit and they KNOW it's reasonable, even if they grumble at first. It has pushed even my "smartest", most skilled, most literary students to stretch beyond their comfort zone. It's a very attainable goal for the struggling reader, as it actually guides their choices, and can offer appropriate reading levels and really interesting topics. I'm looking forward to the workshop (with MC) tomorrow - I saw her packets for us, some good stuff!
Last but not least, I'm reading Anne Frank's diary. I don't think I've really re-read it since I first read it in junior high or high school. I've read and taught the play in our anthology a few times, but her diary is quite involved and detailed. . When I read the part about the local farmer in Virginia (this amazing farmer who ROTATES the animals, first cows then poultry, around the property to eat up and then fertilize the grass, in this very complex and precise schedule throughout the year, so that the land is just exactly properly grown (with grass) and maintained to feed the animals), I knew the final section about growing your own food was coming next, and I felt I was ready to commit my family to growing a small veggie garden in our backyard this year. Then I started reading the last section, and it's not just growing your own food, but hunting and gathering. Yep. Pollan wrote about going wild (feral) pig hunting with some guys, and how while he was "training" (to shoot, to get his license), he started to see the "natural" surroundings in a different way. He tried to spot edible plants, for example. I was like, no way, ew.