Category Archives: random thoughts

My rabbits are now proper butchering age. So it’s all rabbit, all the time. The other day I went over to my friend Jim’s house (he’s a goat advisor) and brought a picnic lunch. It was so good. Here’s the recipe, adapted from The River Cottage Meat Cookbook:
1. kill and clean one rabbit
2. liberally salt, pepper and oil the bunny.
3. pick fennel stalk from local fennel growing area.
4. wrap the rabbit in the fennel stalks
5. then wrap in bacon
6. place rabbit in a deep baking pan
7. pour a splash of wine and 1 cup chix/duck/veg stock over rabbit
8. bake at 350 for about an hour
9. cut into pieces like chicken
The rabbit meat soaks in all the fennel flavor, the bacon mellows that, and there’s a pool of yummy drippings to pour over the meat. We ate it with cucumber tomato salad and a crusty baguette.

For those of you wondering how the pigs are doing, here’s a statistical report:
Number of 15 gallon buckets eaten every day: 6
Loaves of bread eaten (each, per day): 3
Bags (think black plastic garbage bag size) of sawdust and bedding used per week: 8
Average length of a pig nap: 20 minutes
Number of naps taken over the course of the day: 20
Weight: 200 lbs each
Back fat, inches: 2
Flies attracted: 1,200
Number of visits by neighborhood kids: twice a week
Days left before I’m taking them up north for slaughter: 19

For you Bay Area folk: I’m screening a documentary I made (just finished editing, pant pant) this Saturday. It’s about urban farming programs in Venezuela. Like Chavez or hate him, some of his social programs freaking rule. There will be other movies about urban farming all over the world. Here are the details:

City Slicker Farms
Sustainability Film Screening
Please join us on Saturday August 18th at 6:30 pm for an outdoor screening of films focusing on urban farming and the
lives that are affected by food justice movements all over the world. By exposing more community members to
sustainable practices we hope to raise awareness of the need to grow organic and healthy produce in all communities.

Featuring: Local Organic Food Tastings, Local Artists, and Urban Farming Documentaries
Saturday August 18th 6:30 – 10:00
The Secret Garden 5105 Genoa Street
North Oakland, CA
$15
NO ONE TURNED AWAY
Bring your own cup, cushion, or blanket.
Valet bicycle parking or please park on MLK, West St.
or Market St.
Call us for more information 510-763-4241 or email us
at
cityslickerfarms@riseup.net

My sister’s so cool. She talked her way into the beekeepers collective store near her home in the south of France, and got me some bee goodies. One is this bee gate. Last time I went to France, a local beekeeper gave us a tour of his bee set-up. He was so enthusiastic, he said beekeeping is the best job ever. The bee gates, he explained, are for when you move the hives. Usually, around here at least, most beekeepers staple wire mesh over the entrance of the hive. But then, as I discovered, the task of prying the staples off while bees are inside, pissed at you for being sequestered for so long, becomes daunting. With this gate, you mount screws on either side of the box, then flip them around once you’ve moved the box. Brilliant! She also sent some cool old “miel” stickers. Thanks Riana!

Had a lovely visit with a new blog friend named Laura a few days ago. She lives in East Oakland and has a rad garden! I love going to other people’s gardens. They’re such an expression of the person. And it’s a good way to get ideas! She’s hell-bent on getting blueberries, so she bought containers for the bushes–all producing fruit at different times. They require acid soil, so we mixed up some bark, sphagum moss, and potting soil. I just might have to copy her idea!
Then we culled apples and chatted. Laura has a young apple pectin recipe, so I took home a bucket of the little apples. I’m hoping to get around to it today. The book says to core and quarter the apples, boil them with water, strain, then boil with more water–anyone ever made it before? Thanks Laura!

We arrived home triumphant: 3 quarts of honey and four bee stings.
We left 3 quarts at the farm.
The bees were pissed.
I got stung on the head (did I bring my bee gear? no.)
Mr. Bill got stung on his arms, through his heavy sweatshirt.
The Pescadero bees are not gentle like the Oakland hive. But their honey is amazing. It has a high note of spice, kind of like burnt sugar or a carnival candy. Later I realized it might be the pumpkin blossoms that I’m tasting.
Anyway, it was a great quickie weekend escape into the rural zone.