North Star Homestead Farms, LLC

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Not a Sexy Topic?

Everybody’s gotta eat.  I’m sure somewhere, someone has it figured out how much time the average person spends buying, preparing, and consuming food, not to mention all the hours boasted by the food service industry, which makes food for us when we opt out of “from-scratch” in the home kitchen.  Certainly, it’s not nearly the amount of time our great grandmothers spent bending over the woodstove (or corncob-heated summer kitchen in my ancestors’ case), but three meals a day is still a considerable part of our human experience.

But how much time or thought do we put into the choices we make about those three daily meals, beyond our impulses over what we do or don’t “feel” like eating at the moment.  Do we really know the story behind our food, where it comes from, who grew or prepared it, or what types of ethics were behind the choices being made by those whose lives are interweaved into our food chain?

That’s why people like me, who spend nearly every moment of every day growing, raising, and preparing sustainably minded foods, have to take each opportunity to share our story.  Hi, my name is Laura.  My mom and my sister and I run a farm in Wisconsin’s Northwoods.  This is the food we grow, and this is why we care.  We want to spread the opportunity to access healthy, wholesome, local foods, so this is why you should care.

Add in all the details, our passion for the work, and our commitment to community, and our local food story is off to a start.  But it’s not always an easy sell.  Many folks are motivated entirely by price, which means that some of them are merely deaf ears to our efforts.  Others will only want what they want, which is usually something we don’t happen to have at that time because spinach is already several weeks out of season and the potatoes aren’t anywhere near being ready to dig yet.

Sometimes, what seems like a receptive audience for our farm-to-table story can throw a curveball we didn’t see coming.  Back in May, I was asked to present at a state homemaker’s convention that was many months off.  The coordinator said that members had expressed an interest in learning more about local foods and women entrepreneurs in agriculture.  Sure, I thought, it would be a neat way to make an impact through telling our story.

Well, that conference was this last week, only five days after the catastrophic storm that rocked the region.  After busting through chores and grabbing my laptop with a carefully prepared PowerPoint slideshow and a basket full of yarns from our sheep, I hurried off to Lakewoods for the gig.  The parking lot was FULL, with ladies bustling about everywhere.  A flustered registration officer scrambled to find my nametag and directed that my room was downstairs at the end of the hall on the right.

Down the stairs I scurried, thinking the elevators should be reserved for the elderly who needed them more than I, and found the hallway jammed with talkative ladies (and a few token gents) just letting out from the previous lineup of presentations.  The narrow hall was a din of chatter, colorful sweaters, and permed hair.

“Excuse me!” I squeaked, trying to hold my basket up high while guarding the laptop bag with my other arm.  “I’m a presenter trying to reach my room!”  Few were listening, so instead I got to taste a bit of life as a salmon at spawning…minus the water.  “Excuse me!”

The double-wide doors along the hall each supported an owl-themed plaque with the name of the next presentation being offered.  I glanced at each one, with a, “well, not mine” thought, then kept swimming.  Finally, I made it to the last room on the right, only to discover a massive quilt show.  Oh dear, I don’t think I was going to be offering a PowerPoint presentation with quilts for a backdrop…might do something to the colors.

Eventually, I learned that ladies wearing owl pins were in some shape or form directing the event, and one was able to indicate that I needed to go even further down the hall.  Really?  It didn’t look like there were any more room.  But then, taking a crook to the left, past some non-aesthetic shelving units, there was one last door.  Just a plain, single door, with no window and no owl-guarded plaque. 

Inside, the space was dim, lit by one bare light bulb in the ceiling.  Made of cinder block without a single window, it was shaped like a wedge with humming raw ductwork along the wall and ceiling.  I had the distinct feeling that I was in a storage room, where extra chairs and tables might be kept.  But there, in little rows, were stark, black, metal folding chairs and one little table.  This, apparently, was my palette.

But there was no projector for the slideshow, no extension cord, and no hostess.  As I wrestled with the portable projection screen, which looked like it probably dated back to the ‘60’s, I implored several owl-pinned ladies to find a projector--PLEASE.  In the end, one was discovered at the front desk, and we balanced the beast on top of some books I’d brought to share to gain a reasonable projection angle.  Turning off the one token light bulb allowed for clear visibility of the screen, but setup was further complicated by the confusion over presentation locations.  It appears that others were as baffled as I over this mysterious room at the end of the hallway!

“Is this where they’re talking about human trafficking?” 

“Sorry, this is the presentation by North Star Homestead Farms about local foods.”

“Oh,” she glances around the dark little cell of a room and vanishes around the corner.

Hmm, well, guess what my little farm story was up against!  Out of a building full of homemakers, 13 had signed up to attend my discussion.  About nine of them actually found my room.  Not that these are unworthy numbers—the ladies I shared the morning with were blown away by the plethora and diversity of things happening on our farm and the history behind it all.  Our discussions at the end were animated about the hidden costs of cheap food, the ripple effect of supporting small-scale, local farmers, and the influence of each consumer to vote with her dollar.  The ladies were enthusiastic and empowered, which I can only hope will carry through to their experiences beyond the conference.

As I picked up my room and returned the projector, again the halls were filled with the bumping babble of attendees.  I couldn’t help but think about which would have directly impacted their lives more (learning the value of local foods vs. some sort of discussion on human trafficking), well, it seems apparent to me.  So, what’s the issue with appeal?

If you were to ask Joel Salatin, as he discussed in the documentary “Farmageddon,” he might offer that “It’s beautiful! Good food production should be aesthetically and aromatically, sensually romantic.”  But does it make the mainstream news that way like…human trafficking?

Food is such a central part of the human experience.  Why shouldn’t talking about farming be its own form of sexy?  Maybe if I’d given the talk in a bikini that would have made a difference.  But then, the room was dark so we could see the pictures of hard working folks on the farm; I could have been wearing a Halloween costume for all it mattered.  Oh well, we’ll try again next time.  See you down on the farm sometime.

Laura Berlage is a co-owner of North Star Homestead Farms, LLC and Farmstead Creamery & Café. 715-462-3453 www.northstarhomestead.com

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Sustainable Foodie

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Remember visiting Grandma’s farm as a child, helping feed the chickens, or watching her make an apple pie from scratch?  Remember helping haul firewood for the cook stove or climbing down into the earthen root cellar for potatoes or carrots?  Remember the smell of fresh-pressed garlic or the joy of a roast turkey that was raised right on the farm by Grandpa’s loving hands?  While many of these memories are part of our collective past—often many generations removed—these are experiences contemporary food enthusiasts (today called “foodies”) savor as part of a regenerative interest in bringing the eater closer to the rich experience of food production and preparation. 

As part of what has been called “the foodie generation,” I take a special delight in sharing our farm’s unique story, history, and values with the wide variety of folks who visit us—whether this is through a farm tour, a wholesome and homemade meal at Farmstead Creamery & Café, or most recently through educational courses.

The idea that “Those who can—do and those who can’t—teach” is a far cry from our philosophies at North Star Homestead Farms.  So often, the best learning opportunities happens “in the doing”—or what is otherwise called experiential learning.  Most recently, our farm organized a course titled “Sustainable Foodie:  Making a Meal, Making a Life” through Northland College’s Wellness Program, which seeks to round out the liberal arts experience for their students by fostering meaningful life skills beyond the classroom.

“Sustainable Foodie” focuses especially on building traditional food skills, appreciating the value of local foods and knowing your farmer, and exploring the vocational potential for young folks interested in sustainable food’s many facets.  Conceived as a mix of critical theory and hands-on experience that culminates each session by preparing and sharing a meal together, “Sustainable Foodie” is capped at 10 students.  Held three consecutive Sunday afternoons, it fills the requirements for three of the eight wellness criteria required by the college.  Add that statistic to the idea of making and eating food, and it’s not surprising that enrollment filled within the first 10 minutes.

Last Sunday, the dark blue Northland van pulled into the Farmstead Creamery parking lot, and a unique and creative assortment of students from freshmen through seniors piled out and stepped into the transportive world that is our family’s homestead. 

With an in-depth farm tour, cheese tastings, and discussions on finding your local farmer, the conundrum of food miles, and the value of eating regionally and seasonally, we were off to an exciting and poignant start.  But the hands-on learning aspects focused primarily on comparisons to bring the discussion points to full reality.  Along the way, we snapped some photos to document the process. 

The poster child of comparison projects was making salads.  Splitting the group in half, the first five worked in the kitchen downstairs with my mother and sister, while I led group discussion and cheese tasting in the loft upstairs.  The first salad team approached the prep tables to discover their potential ingredients:  a head of iceberg lettuce; two hard, pink tomatoes; an aging cucumber with a withering issue at one end; and a bag of “baby” carrots.  The long carrot is to show that those little carrots don’t grow that way—they’re cut and rounded to size.

After reading the list of ingredients off the bag of carrots, my sister Kara asked the crew, “Now, why do you think these carrots don’t spoil?”  The students looked at one another, shrugging.  Kara smiled.  “Notice that the carrots are wet.  That’s because they’ve been dipped in a chlorine bath as a sanitizer.  Yum, yum.”

The students opted to use the long carrot and did not even bother to open the bag of baby carrots.

After preparing their salads, one student offered.  “Hmm…looks like a nice, em, restaurant type salad.”  Everyone chuckled knowingly.

The groups switched and the second team came down to the kitchen for the salad project.  All traces of the first salad had been hidden away and a new tray lay ready.  This time, all of the ingredients were harvested that day from our aquaponics greenhouse and included butterhead lettuce, mixed leaf lettuce, elegance micro greens (a mix of baby bok choy, mustard, kale, and Chinese cabbage leaves), broccoli raab, and fresh radishes.

The students marveled at the mix of colors, textures, and flavors, filling a bowl with a medley of purple, red, and dark green.  “Yum!” one student exclaimed.  “Can I eat this now?”

Later that afternoon, we shared how to make homemade applesauce from local apples and created individualized locavore pizzas (being a locavore means that you choose to eat locally).  All the toppings, from the tomato sauce or pesto to the sausage, onions, garlic, and cheese, were grown and prepared here or from area farms.  As we enjoyed our handmade meal together, each group introduced their salad before passing it around.

I encouraged the group to try some of each salad, but the community opinion (despite the best verbal marketing efforts of each salad team) was quite apparent as we cleared the table.  This is what remained of the iceberg salad AFTER supper was finished.  Did anyone even try this?

And this, good friends, is what was left of the aquaponics salad.

Need I say more?  Remember that our individual choices, based on our learning experiences, can make a difference.  This week, I hope all these students are making new and critical choices about their food, which is an important cornerstone in everyone’s wellbeing. 

Feeling hungry for a salad?  We’ve got some!  (And I promise not to serve the pale stuff.)  See you down on the farm sometime.

Laura Berlage is a co-owner of North Star Homestead Farms, LLC and Farmstead Creamery & Café.  northstarhomestead.com

 

 
 
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