All settled down for a long winter's nap

Goodbye Little Falls

the last cheese

Caraway swiss

Mom and kids

My Mom has been visiting for the past few days. It's been great to spend time with her and do the farm chores together. Here she is feeding some pine branches to the baby goats.

High View 2

Spent another great afternoon at High View Farm yesterday. Darcy and I made some fresh mozzarella cheese, and I took home some of their magical Guernsey milk to make these wheels of farmstead cheddar. The orange cow’s name is Bessie, and her baby is the black cow, whose name is Heifer. If the spot on Heifer's cheek was on her eye instead, she would look even more like Paul Stanley.


Bessie

Heifer

who you callin' turkey?

This is the ingenious pen for the turkeys here at the farm. Every day, it gets moved one length forward across the lawn. To move it, I push down on those long wooden levers, and it becomes a kind of wheel barrow. This moves the birds off of their patch from the day before, giving them a clean piece of grass to eat and hang out on. There are three beautiful turkeys here, they make really gentle cooing sounds and are friendly and regal.

the circle of poop

The goats poop in the barn and in the fields. The turkeys poop in their pen, which I move daily to a fresh piece of field, where they start all over. The fields are cut for hay, which the goats eat. The goat barns are cleaned out and composted, which is eventually spread in the vegetable garden and greenhouse. The chickens poop everywhere, fertilizing everything from the garden to the fields. All of this goes back into the soil, which in turn goes into the animals, which then goes into us. In organic farming it’s one big interconnected cycle with no waste; even what you think of as waste. Another weird thing is for all that poop, nothing smells bad – it’s all rich and earthy and fresh. We eat poop!

Making jalapeno jack twins

Here are couple of photos to show some of the steps in cheese making. Little Falls Farm has a great dairy room, with a beautiful hand carved wooden cheese press, and temperature controlled vat with an automatic curd stirrer.

The curd being stirred in the vat

Pressing the curd

The finished wheels

I hate hanging my laundry on a line

You hang it out there and then it rains, or it's still wet in the morning because of the mist and finally even when it is dry, it's all crispy and wrinkly. I know it's not very "green" of me, but I miss my dryer.

anadama bread

misty morning

“Go! And stay on the road. Keep clear of the moors.” – An American Werewolf in London

Cheese + Cheese Jr.

Montasio with crushed mustard seed. Montasio was traditionally made in monasteries and is a hard cheese aged for about 3+ months.

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finding treasure

The very last chore I do every night is collect the eggs from the nesting boxes. It is my favorite thing.

Pearls before swine!

Here I am in an ensemble from the John Belding collection. He is one of the owners of the farm, whose clothes I have been wearing exclusively. Exclusive is the word when it comes to these hot fashions. The line will be featured in the January ’09 issue of Vogue, with a few limited pieces available at Barney’s. Don’t hate the playa, hate the Maine fashion game!

Provolone

I made these little 1-pound provolones, which are traditionally aged hanging on twine. Please note my junior high school macrame skills on the middle one. I was going to do this on all of them, but it looked like a noose, so I went with plain knots instead.

Billies and Bullies

Meet Norman, Bucko, Number Seven and Number Ten. Norman and Bucko are our male billy goats. Norman is small, yet has the largest horns in the whole herd, which the ladies seem to love. He is affectionate and funny. Bucko is an enormous goat with a single deformed horn that grips his head. He kind of resembles Satan. The very distinctive smell of Billy goats "in season" is a combination of urine, molasses and burning rubber. Not entirely unpleasant, if you can believe it, or maybe I've been on the farm too long!

Norman



Bucko


There are two alpha female goats in the herd who are so aggressive and dominant, I have to tether them up after they are milked, or else they will bully all of the other goats as they come out of the milking room. They are very sweet to me (don't bite the hand that feeds!) but I have witnessed these two in full-on mountain goat style head butting matches, and goring the other goats with their horns. Exactly like bullies at school, the other goats avoid these two as much as they can. As you can see, Number 10 is fat, as she is so good at dominating the food and getting what she wants.

Number Seven



Number Ten

Piggin' out on Red Lobster

Neighbors Maureen + Jim invited us to a fabulous Maine lobster dinner, and sent us home with the shells, which the pigs devoured. A lot of people have asked me if goats eat anything. No, they don't - the pigs do.

the greenhouse

This is the beautiful greenhouse that is built against one side of the house. The whole thing is planted with delicious salad greens.

my office

Montasio with herbs de provence

from dried black beans to soul food

baby got Swiss

Amy amongst the armillaria mellea

Super friend Amy, her sister Teressa and boyfriend Dan were here this weekend and we went foraging for delicious honey cap mushrooms. We were a little late to find the best ones, but had a fun afternoon anyway. Here is Amy, the beautiful mushroom nymph. Look closely, those are some of the elusive honey caps to the left of her.

Good morning, it's November