Farm Fresh Fem

Days Five & Six: Moments of weaknesss/Moment of truth

2011-01-25T07:27:00.000-08:00

Day five was hunger hell. I followed the schedule, but switched some meals around for time's sake. I've been working every day of the fast forward and have to make sure I have everything ready in advance. As usual, tons of energy in the morning (thank you, breakfast?) and tapered off a bit for the evening. But the main deal was that I was hungry. So hungry. I'm not sure if it was knowing that the "end" was in sight or just having a pretty physical day at work, but my body was no longer having it. So I made it through the work day, headed to Whole Foods, and grabbed some Amy's Gluten-Free/Dairy-Free mac'n'Daiya cheese and at it alongside some green peas and a single Uncle Eddie's cookie. Heaven. Fast Forward? Finis.

Day six, or, "the day after," was pretty sweet. I didn't follow the fast-then-feast model that a lot of people do when dieting -- celebrating the end of their diet with a double-fudge sundae. Yogurt for breakfast had been working out well, and I was happy to be able to add some beloved cranberry pecan granola and bananas to the mix.
And then, the moment of truth: Project Anthropologie Pants -- Fail. They "fit," but it's not a good fit. Before admitting defeat, I dug in the closet for two pairs of hiking pants that were a little snug around the waistband, and, voila! They fit! Room to spare. So my scientific observation is that the five days resulted in the slight shrinking of my waist, but had no effect on my hips and butt (hence, the skinny pant fail). But the true benefits, I think, are in reconnecting with my hunger-patterns, getting on a better eating schedule, stabilizing my blood-sugar throughout the day, and tuning into my emotional connections to food.

So in conclusion, I encourage you to eat, love, and listen to your body. And right now, my body is telling me it's time for dance party. Stand up and get down!

Days Three & Four: Where our heroine is faced with fatigue and loathing...

2011-01-23T21:21:00.000-08:00

I will not bore you with the details nor exhaustively divulge my eats and cheats for these two days, so here's the skinny:

I've had a remarkable amount of energy early in the day (without caffeine), in spite of poor or little sleep, and I think breakfast is the culprit. That's right, I blame breakfast for my perkiness, my bubbly-ness, my general skipping about and smiling. In spite of every nutrition book and self help book and public service announcement in the world, I have gone many months with not a single calorie in the morning. Wait, does vodka have calories? Just kidding.

Yesterday (day three) I caught the tired-train going down the mountain and it was full speed ahead until a near crash with the horizon in the last hour of my workday. Instead of going home to nap and abide by my diet, I went to a lovely dinner party where the hostess and friends had deliberately gone out of their way to make vegan food and desserts so I could partake with everyone else. Needless to say, I diverged from the plan, but very sensibly if I do say so myself. Dessert consisted of a single vegan cookie (about the size of the circle you make when you touch your middle finger to your thumb), two tablespoons of almond ice cream, and chicory coffee with very little sugar and a couple splashes of bourbon. It was a party in my mouth -- laissez bon-temps rouler! And I really didn't feel guilty.

A friend mentioned an article she read (will have to find out where that was and post it) about how when people go on radical weight-loss diets and shed pounds quickly, the toxins that were formerly stored in the fat are released and make one miserable. I'm not one of those people who hears about an illness and immediately self-diagnoses, but it might explain why I've been really sick to my stomach twice (including in the middle of the night) during this very clean diet.

Not sure about the weight-loss part, though. This morning I was brave enough to try on the coveted Anthropologie pants -- they button, but the fit is not ideal. I realized some of the strain is coming from the hips, and that's going to be a whole different ballgame to tackle -- luckily for me, it's football season.

Day four was more of the same -- high-energy daytime, no-energy evening, and a whole lot of hunger. Le sigh.

Day Two: Are we there yet?

2011-01-21T21:29:00.000-08:00

You know how in cartoons when characters get really hungry and everything around them starts turning into big slices of pizza or burgers? I'm not quite hallucinating yet, but my stomach did a back-flip every time someone mentioned food (especially French toast, which is not a normal part of my diet but sounded amazing).

Though I started on the right schedule today, I also started with a small cheat -- a "tofu neal" at Bouldin Creek where I met some friends for breakfast. It was tofu and spinach with nutritional yeast -- so the cheat was mushrooms and a whole-wheat tortilla. Hardly worth mentioning. But delicious... unfortunately I was very sick to my stomach for a good part of the morning and lost most of what was in my stomach. I don't blame Bouldin -- not sure what that's all about.

12:30 snack was filling, but I really don't care much for "plain" yogurt unless it's being used in a recipe. Parfaits were made for vanilla...

At 4 p.m. my chances of making it to the next meal at 5:30 without a little "help" were grim. I stayed busy, but was ultimately conquered by hunger and gave in to a piece of toast with sunbutter. Had that piece of bread been in a red box with a glass window, I would have definitely broken the glass to get to it.

Sald for dinner was nice, but didn't last. I went on a walk (to Anthropologie!), came back to work, and was hungry again within the hour. I was in a really good mood with a lot of energy all day and am trying to stay positive about the plan, especially since I chose to challenge myself for these five days -- but it was an uphill battle until my smoothie at 10 p.m. So much so, that I added a side of spinach cooked with garlic. I don't know if Cynthia Sass made this plan with outdoor retailers in mind, but I'm on my feet all day working, and I think it's a bit impractical. If I were kayaking or doing yoga, I really think I'd need an extra meal. Three days left? I am full of the love in my life...

But oh, for some French toast!

Foodie Friday: Five Foods for Five Days

2011-01-21T08:22:00.000-08:00

Being a pretty healthy eater (though I admit to getting just as excited about a cruelty-free cupcake as the next vegan), I really don't "diet." I don't calorie count, don't measure out portions, and if I have a craving that won't break the bank or send me too far out of my way, I usually indulge it. All that being said, after reading a preview of nutritionist Cynthia Sass' new book, "Cinch! Conquer Cravings, Drop Pounds, and Lose Inches," and a few online articles by the author, my interest was piqued. Maybe it's the weather, but I've been sluggish in the mornings and my stomach has not been a happy place for the past few weeks. And I can admit to just a smidgen of vanity and body consciousness, so I booked it to the library.

I don't know if you've ever tried reading a diet book, but it's not exactly a page-turner. I skipped the intro and success stories and went straight to the research, tips, and "plan." The 30-day food ordeal (let's not call it a "diet") starts with an optional "Five Day Fast Forward." Bingo! I can do five days. I know the point is to follow the whole plan, but I figured I would just do the "fast forward" and then continue on with my normal food flow, plus perhaps a few Sass' tips and a better eating schedule. The main goals of the five-day kick start are to "lose weight...gain confidence... reconnect with your body." Okay, I can live with all that. And I get that people who see results quickly might be more motivated to forge on for the remaining days of the ordeal.

My main goals? Fit into my most small-waisted pants (the only clothing I own from the coveted Anthropologie), shake the tummy trouble, and challenge myself to re-examine my relationship with food. Since I don't weigh or measure myself (the numbers game can be a slippery, obsessive slope) and basically just go on how I feel and how my body performs, I'm not Sass' ideal guinea pig. But I thought I'd let you know how five days of spinach, tofu, yogurt, almonds, and raspberries pans out. Sass explains why she chose these five super-foods, but I won't give away the farm (is that even an expression?) -- you'll have to read it yourself if you're up for the challenge. Here I go...

Day Zero: False Start

The plan is composed of four "meals" spaced out strategically over the day. I started late (I blame my cold concrete floors and uber-warm comforter) which probably foils the plan, but proceeded none-the-less with the fruit-on-the-side scramble. Cheated and added mushrooms. Indulged in the "approved" seasonings of garlic and cinnamon. Cinnamon might be my new best friend. I think the only other place you would hear that is in Vegas -- or maybe that's just the novel I'm reading on the side. Anyway, got back on track with the yogurt/fruit/almond parfait and made it through a cello lesson. I noticed that while I was playing and concentrating, I didn't pay any mind to my hunger. However, as soon as I started my car, my stomach out-roared the engine. Cheat #1 - Vegan cornbread with almond butter from Wheatsville. Then a friend invited me to try a new Mexican food restaurant on the up-and-coming East Side of Austin -- who could resist? Learned the true meaning of "the diet starts tomorrow..."

Day One: Pretty Darn Close

Started late again. I may turn into a repeat offender on that one. Followed the plan for breakfast before work, and moved the noon-ish snack down to a later time, which turned out not to be too much later. Ate a salad "dinner" around 4 p.m. in the park. It was rather blustery and I really wanted soup instead. I felt full for a while, but was hungry within about an hour! I decided I needed a mantra and tried, "I am full of the love in my life and at peace with the world." Maybe some deep breathing would be good too. I noticed the busier I am, the less attention I pay to my rumbling stomach -- this can be both good and bad, pointing to the classic case of eating out of boredom, but throwing up warning signals that sometimes we are just too "busy" to listen to our bodies. Cheat #2: Ate a slice of toast with sunbutter (from sunflower seeds). Remembered to drink more water. Made it through just fine and happily prepared the suggested smoothie at 10 p.m. I've never read a diet book that told you to eat that late, but no complaints here. Well, except that I dropped and broke my glass before I was finished. Spent a few minutes mourning the last fifth of my smoothie, cleaned up the mess, and tried to sleep.

Feeling Fine at Fresh Roots Farm

2010-09-05T17:07:00.000-07:00

The mosquitos and fierce summer heat (2010 was the second hottest on record since records have been kept, according to this NOAA report) kept me indoors many a day. If I wasn't out kayaking this past summer, I was probably packing, reading back issues of Backpacker Magazine, or otherwise avoiding sitting down at a computer to write. Still, during the nicest day I've felt in months, my friends Mark and Elizabeth of Fresh Roots Farm in Atlanta, GA inspired me to hop on the keyboard share what they're up to.

I hadn't seen Mark since 2007 when we attended Greenpeace's "Change It" training for student activists, but I'd followed his endeavors (without the help of Twitter) through a tour with Greenpeace's Rolling Sunlight (selling crowds on solar power), building trails with AmeriCorps, serving Peace Corps in South America, and landing back in Atlanta -- and that's when things got really interesting!

Though you have to ask Mark for the full backstory, the end result is a sweet little urban farm sprouting natural and organic veggies and offering local, healthy choices right in the heart of Atlanta. I was lucky enough to visit this weekend and meet the lovely residential pig (Olivia), pup (Cocoa), two roosts full of chickens and hang with the farm fresh couple running the show.

The farm is basically a front yard for Mark, Elizabeth, and a couple of neighbors in their 19th-century, post-industrial warehouse turned loft abode. My boyfriend, Jeremy, and I were greeted by our gracious host circa 2 a.m. (traffic was thick as molasses in Tennessee and we forgot about the time difference from Texas, to boot). Ours eyes widened to fit the space as we stepped from the entranceway into the living room with a ceiling so high it could have housed the moon. We were further delighted by the way the decor seemed to simply capture the important things in life: pinned up sketches, a large kitchen table, a bookshelf balanced with history and fiction, a drum set, a few tomatoes no doubt fresh from the vine. We bunked on the futon and were sun-kissed in the morning (with two-thirds of the wall being window) and set off to see what the many-hat-wearing Mark was up to...

The community that houses Fresh Roots is also a collection of residences occupied by artists and their adjacent studios, a gallery, a community coffee house, and a flexible space for all sorts of other gatherings and endeavors. Just while we sipped on coffee and tea and talked to Mark, at least one person came in and inquired about using the site for a music video. Apparently, on any given day here one might walk through the set of a far-out indie sci-fi flick, clothing-optional photo shoot, film festival, medicine show musical, or beer and pancake party. In the midst of all the abstract, Fresh Roots Farm keeps the place down-to-earth in a funky but wholesome way.

To visit, volunteer, inquire about their CSA, or just hook up with some really cool, bright people, check out Fresh Root's website and Facebook page and blog (managed by the loveliest chicken wrangler this side of the Mississippi, Elizabeth Stephens).

(Picture of Mark, Elizabeth and Cocoa, courtesy of Jeremy Faulk)

Be a pig! A SmartyPig.

2010-03-20T09:23:00.001-07:00

Well, I've never been called a "pig," but under most circumstances I don't think I would be offended. Pigs are cute, fun, smart, sassy, and contrary to stereotypes, clean (and love belly rubs). But I'll take it a step further, and challenge you to do the same -- be a SmartyPig.

Okay, so SmartyPig is more so a reference to the piggy banks of our childhood allowance days than to the squeaky pink babes romping in fields (at least at farm sanctuaries). This hip new addition to the drift of online banking outlets has keenly brought merger to online banking and social networking, neglecting not a nuance. For example, savvy savers can watch a collection of YouTube-style videos (e.g., Setting Up A Savings Goal) as an introduction to SmartyPig rather than pouring over pages of fine print.

Once users have watched the videos (or you know, read the fine print), they can set up specific savings accounts for "goals," such as an "Adventure Fund" or "Emergency Savings" or even "Trip to France" with a scheduled goal deadline, customized savings amount, and scheduled contributions (or the option to contribute "whenever"). Upping the cool factor from the boring online banks of olde, SmartyPig allows users to chose an avatar, create a widget, and even share their goals and progress via Facebook. In addition to the factor that making a goal public generally gives us more inclination to stick to it (like the "21 day Vegan Kickstart"), these tools allow SmartyPig's savers to accept contributions from supportive friends and family.

So, full-disclosure, my boyfriend, Jeremy, and I are both enthusiastic SmartyPigs with adventure funds and emergency savings accounts, but we haven't gone public (widget-wise) with our savings goals. However, SmartyPig isn't giving me any kickbacks to write this post. Actually, I'm pretty sure this modest blog is below their radar. But I'm an advocate of a program that rewards members for saving (as opposed to credit cards that "reward" members for spending). Even barely eking by with an entry-level, non-profit salary and student loans to repay, with a 2% APY, I feel like I'm making hay of what I can scrape into my accounts.

So my recommendation? Be a pig; take your tax return and start a goal toward the vacation you don't think you can afford, create an "F* You Fund" for getting out of a dead-end job or crappy roommate situation, or save up to donate to your favorite charity. Maybe $oink$ will become the new "cha-ching."

Vegans Eat the Craziest F*ing Things

2009-05-24T09:57:00.000-07:00

I just had an excellent sandwich:

Whole grain bread

Sun-nut butter (from sunflower seeds, like peanut butter, but peanut butter kills me)

Shredded Carrots

Shredded Zucchini, courtesy of the local Uncertain Farms

Shredded, dried coconut (although fresh would be better)

It was delicious. Some of my friends could say "That's the craziest F*ing thing I ever ate," but not anywhere near as crazy (and cruel!) as eating diseased, enlarged duck liver and calling it a "delicacy." What's the craziest F*ing thing you like to call lunch?

Women Action and the Media

2009-01-06T09:31:00.000-08:00

This year I am serious about attending the Women Action & The Media Conference hosted by the Center for New Words. The conference will be held March 27-29, 2009 at MIT in Cambridge, Mass. Supported by such organizations as Feministing, Bitch, Free Press, Women Make Movies and more, the conference features guest speakers, workshops and networking opportunities galore. I'm looking forward to presentations on climate change, blogging, jobs in the new media, grassroots feminism -- well, all of them. I think it's an excellent opportunity to share ideas and bring together social justice movements (yes, vegetarianism is feminism and environmentalism!).

Regardless of gender, everyone is welcome. So feminist, journalist, media-watcher, activist... you get the idea. Hope to see you there!

On-words,
*fff*

The herbivore's guide to surviving holiday meals

2008-11-25T19:29:00.001-08:00

Though my enthusiasm is somewhat curtailed by lack of sleep (three weeks 'til graduation!), the holidays are upon us and I don't have to dig too deep to find reasons to be thankful. The kitty I've been taking care of just found a wonderful home, I got to spend the day in Austin with my mom and I get the day off work on Thanksgiving to spend with family -- and since the university is officially closed, I don't have to feel guilty about not spending the time off working on my senior portfolio!

Now throw this in with the fact that I just received my adoption certificate from Farm Sanctuary's Adopt-A-Turkey program (I selected "choose for me" and was pleasantly surprised to find I am sponsoring the lovely Hannah!), and that my mom is going to make her delicious yam dish vegan, and I'm one lucky, er... turkey.

So what about those veggies out there who aren't lucky enough to have an accommodating family? What if you are a non-veggie trying to be the accommodator for a vegan friend/family member? How do you explain the lack of bird-corpse on your plate to prodding omnivores without simply telling them to go get stuffed? Hopefully these all-purpose tips will help deflect some of the stress so you can focus on the true spirit of the holidays.

If you are a non-veggie playing host to a vegetarian/vegan, SuperVegan re-posted this helpful how-to from about.com (and now I'm reposting it too: reduce, reuse, recycle, repost?!).

If you're a veggie dining among the not-yet-enlightened, hopefully you will both give and receive compassion. Here are a few ways to keep the conversation from boiling over:

* Omnivores may feel vegetarians are judging them for their eating habits or attire. It’s not uncommon for a non-veggie to “apologize” to a veggie for the chicken taco they ate for lunch or the leather coat they are wearing. Colleen Patrick-Goudreau of Compassionate Cooks suggests (via podcast) that veggies use a little humor in this situation. “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to the chicken/cow!” (or turkey!)

* When faced with an argumentative fellow diner, it's your decision whether you really want to get into the "top of the food chain" debate or if you will seek a peaceful way out, but remember that you don't have to be the spokesperson for all veggie-kind. Patrick-Goudreu reminds veggies to be confident and willing to leave it at a simple statement: " I do know that I feel really good about eating this way."

on the other hand...

Meals with omnivores can be a really great way to break the ice and literally put animal advocacy on the table. If those around you inquire why you are abstaining from the poultry or ask why you're veg, you have the perfect opportunity to be a voice for the animals. You don't have to get down to the dirty details of factory farming while forks are flying, but let the inquirer know you're veg for the animals and offer to talk about it after dinner, advises Matt Rice of Farm Sanctuary's education department.

A few last things:

*Don't forget to R.S.V(egetarian).P.! Don't be shy about vocalizing your dietary selectivity to your host or hostess and of course bring a scrumptious vegan treat to share.

*If you feel like splurging financially instead of slaving culinarily, check out your local vegan or natural foods grocer/co-op, Whole Foods, or veggie restaurants to see if they offer a catered meal for T-giving. With work and school and a mountain of laundry, I know I'm thankful this year for Green Vegetarian Cuisine's pre-prepared vegan feast.

However,

If you're a traditionalist and have the time to do it all, vegan yum*yum's got you covered: Thank Seitan.

*If your city has a food-not-bombs program, soup kitchen, or holiday event to feed the less fortunate, show you are thankful for your community and all the creatures therein by donating a dish or pitching in and helping out.

How to have a truly Happy Turkey Day!

2008-11-11T22:57:00.000-08:00

Though the duopoly of the presidential election didn't really make me want to put on a party hat and sing the national anthem, something remarkable did happen on the west coast this November 4; voters passed Prop 2 , a landmark decision in animal agriculture. I'm so proud of and thankful for the organizations and individuals that got behind this campaign with full-force and defeated Big Agriculture and its $9 million campaign against Prop 2.

Now that the ballot boxes have been checked "yes," there's another way you can make a difference to help farm animals and bring good karma to the table at Thanksgiving. Start a new, cruelty-free tradition everyone can be truly thankful for by adopting a turkey instead of eating one. It costs only $25 to sponsor one of these noble creatures that Farm Sanctuary has kept off the table and provided with shelter, food and special care-- in fact, at Farm Sanctuary's two shelters, they have a feast for rather than of the turkeys! If you're near Watkins Glen, NY or Orland, CA, enjoy a vegan feast and go hug a turkey for me (really, they like hugs)!

Share the love with Phoenix, Hawthorne, Apollo, Serendipity and their turkey friends by adopting a turkey today. If you're like me, a veg among omnivores, it's a great way to set a compassionate example and get your friends and relatives thinking about the true spirit of the holidays and extending love and care to all creatures. In addition to bringing a vegan dish for everyone to enjoy, my boyfriend and I will adopt a turkey and take his or her photo to share at Thanksgiving dinner and explain why we'd prefer to have Tofurkey on our plates!

Prop 2

2008-10-30T21:03:00.001-07:00

My Internship at Farm Sanctuary

2008-10-11T11:35:00.000-07:00

This post is about six weeks overdue, but the subject still resounds clearly in my mind and heart. I've heard it called: vegan boot camp, vegan utopia, living in a vegan bubble, camp farmy... You get the idea. No matter what you call it, an internship at Farm Sanctuary is a magical, marvelous, memorable experience. This was mine...

Upon hearing that my summer internship was taking me to New York, everyone envisioned me making copies and coffee in a skyscraper, waking to the sounds of the traffic and sirens outside my window.

Many eyes widened as I explained I would actually be in upstate New York, writing copy on a farm and waking to the sounds of roosters in my backyard and sheep across the dirt road. If I was looking for a unique experience, I found it; not many students kick off their internship with an authentic vegan hoe down.

Farm Sanctuary is the nation’s leading farm animal protection agency, advocating for animals through direct rescue efforts, educating visitors at two shelters (California and New York) and online at www.farmsanctuary.org, and working to expose cruel “food animal” industry practices through investigations and legal action. And for the month of August, I was their communications department intern.

I applied to Farm Sanctuary’s internship program hoping to fulfill my requirement for graduation while doing something I genuinely cared about. As an aspiring journalist in high school, I interned with the Express-News and became disillusioned with a newsroom atmosphere. With university graduation less than a year away and my ideals well polished since high school, I recognized a unique opportunity in shifting gears from my city-girl life and taking the (farm) road less traveled. If the wide-open skies didn’t open my eyes to the beauty around me, spending nights piglet-sitting and weekends playing with goats and hiking around the cow pastures surely did.

Though I could have spent all my time visiting the amazing animals at the farm and observing their joy in being able to live a fear-free life, as they should, my position required a “traditional” workweek in the office. One of my main, and favorite, projects was researching and writing the unique stories of several of the rescued animals for a virtual tour in the making and the 2009 calendar.

At first, I could hardly see my computer screen through watery eyes as I read and wrote about the cases of cruelty and abuse surrounding these innocent creatures. I knew the lives of each animal we rescued represented 10 billion land animals in the U.S. that are raised, marketed, and slaughtered because they are viewed only as commodities, not as sentient beings deserving of our respect and protection. Some of them took their fates into their own hands, fleeing for their lives from urban slaughterhouses or meat markets. Some were rescued as a result of compassionate citizens taking action or Farm Sanctuary’s ongoing cruelty investigations. Wherever they came from, the ability of these animals to forgive and learn to trust humans after the abuse our species has shown them is remarkable – and it dried my eyes.

It gives me hope that there are people doing this work every day and thousands of supporters volunteering their time and resources to challenge the cruelty, wastefulness, and danger of factory farming.

Farm Sanctuary has relied on volunteers and interns since 1986 when co-founder and president, Gene Baur, first rescued a sick sheep off a “dead pile” at a stockyard where she had been callously tossed aside. Revived by the rescue effort, the sheep was named Hilda, in honor of the newborn organization’s first volunteer intern.

Farm Sanctuary staff thanked the interns daily for our dedication and giving our time to help the organization, but we gained so much in return. Not only did I make new friends (humans included), I had an opportunity to learn from leading activists, swap delicious, cruelty-free recipes with fellow vegans, and see the way things could be.

On my last day at the farm I visited the cows: Maya, the matriarch of the special-needs herd; Snickers, the gentle giant; and Moo, who licked my arm on my first day. I said goodbye to the goats, stubborn Simon and the amazing Zoop, who reared up to give me a playful “high five” with her horns. I smiled at the pigs, who always smile back (especially if a belly-rub is involved). The turkeys posed, noble and proud, for my camera. Pedro, a tiny yellow rooster, sang me a farewell. As hard as it can be to find sanctuary in our increasingly hectic world, it’s even harder to leave it.

I encourage anyone who seeks a challenging but rewarding experience to pursue an internship or volunteer opportunity they are truly passionate about. Over the course of 30 days, Farm Sanctuary transformed an internship from “that thing I have to do to graduate,” to “a reason I can’t wait to graduate,” and change the world.

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Disclaimer: the above was originally printed in the "Opinions" section of The Logos, my university's paper. The editors butchered it just a bit, but this version is FFF approved.

World Farm Animals Day

2008-10-02T00:07:00.000-07:00

Welcome to triple-threat-thursday! Today is:

World Farm Animals Day

Guardian Angels Day

(my birthday)

So, friends of farm fresh fem, I bet you're wondering what it all means. I have a custom-made, simple plan to celebrate! Of course, you creative-types are welcome to contribute your own ideas. The simple plan is this:

On today, October 2, celebrate World Farm Animals Day by being an angel and excluding animal products from your diet for the day (or the month, year, forever... you get it). Consider it a gift to me and the animals!

Oh, and it looks like the peeps at wfad.org have some ideas of their own. Check it out and happy three-in-one-day-thursday!

World Vegetarian Day

2008-10-01T21:05:00.000-07:00

So I'm a little late on this one, but popping over to SuperVegan I noticed that today is:

World Vegetarian Day!

(At least it still is in my time zone). October 1st kicks off Vegetarian Month which is a great time to spread the message and share the joys of a veggin' lifestyle with your friends, or if you're a non-vegetarian, to make a commitment to yourself, the animals, and the planet!

I go to Veg For Life for a lot of info, but this website has some great ideas for ways to celebrate the month and share the legumbres love.

xOx Hugs and Spinach oXo

"Lay Back and Raise Hell"

2008-09-27T11:47:00.000-07:00

Said the late Paul Newman, who died yesterday after battling with cancer. His wishes were to "die at home" and so he did. Newman was a family man, a giving man, and a creative entrepreneur.

And oh yeah, a major movie star. I feel like my generation, especially we natural foodies, probably knew the legend more for his infamous homemade salad dressings than for his 81 movies and T.V. appearances (according to imdb). However, I'm pretty sure my own zany dad would jump into character if I mentioned "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."

When I first picked up a bottle of Newman's Own Marinara, I thought it was just another "ma and pa" style product. Reading the label (vegans always read labels! I encourage this behavior) I discovered that Paul Newman ("hmmm, that name sounds somewhat familiar," I thought) was the face on the label and the man behind the product. I also was happy to hear that all of "Pa" Newman's profit went to charities. Newman's spelt pretzels and the punnily named "Fig Newmans" (actually made by "Newman's Own Organics," a spin-off brand run by Nell Newman under the tutelage of her father) soon found their way into my grocery basket, stomach, and heart.

So here are a few highlights in tribute to the late Paul Newman, his legacy a whole lot of goodness in our world and our pantries. I hope you will take the time to be inspired.

A video narrated by Newman about his "Hole in the Wall Camps" charity.

The Newman's Own website, temporarily narrowed to a one-page tribute on the founder due to "unusually high traffic."

And, in light of the fact that finances are on even a farm-fresh mind in this time of uncertainty, an article from CNN Money's Small Business section about the future of Newman's Own without Paul.

McDonald's figures out how to make me sick without even eating the food

2008-09-17T19:11:00.000-07:00

Yeah! Now that McDonald's is serving lattes I don't have to pretend to like books or value knowing a foreign language! I can wear mini-skirts and watch reality t.v. while nursing a steaming cup of creamy chemical cruelty. Now that corporate giants finally get women, I feel like I don't even have to be a feminist anymore.

Tell the mass-murdering, artery-clogging McSexists what you think here.

I kissed a vegan, and I liked it

2008-09-08T11:18:00.000-07:00

I'm as surprised to see Katy Perry on FarmFreshFem as you are, though she may have been a little fresh with her pop hit "I kissed a Girl" (even if in the video she doesn't kiss a girl).

But Perry's new song, "Ur so gay" got my attention because she's basically bitching about a guy who doesn't fancy her romantically.

You don’t eat meat
And drive electrical cars...

You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal
You’re so skinny you should really Super Size the deal

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys...

So, I mean, the guy is a vegetarian who wants to lower his carbon emissions -- obviously he needs to eat some meat or he's just going to stay thin and depressed and never want to sleep with her. In the video there's a vegan cafe where the guy probably goes to make thoughtful food choices and his vanity plate reads "soy boy1." How gay. Okay, maybe vanity plates are ridiculous, but if it said "milk man," would that be okay?

I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than me.

Well, maybe, but at least we know his makeup is probably cruelty free and his breath doesn't smell like dead-animal carcass.

2008-08-25T21:04:00.000-07:00

New Flickr pics are up with goats galore!

Muddy Mondays

2008-08-25T19:46:00.000-07:00

Hello, Farm fans!

I feel like I'm always either skimping on the 'blog or writing a novella, but today I'll keep it quick and dirty. I feel slightly less guilty as all my favorite 'bloggers seem to be slowing down as well-- maybe it's the summer sun. I'd like to thank Texas for sending us some rain in upstate New York (as improbable as that sounds). It's just another muddy Monday for me and the pigs.

It's hard to swallow that half of all food produced worldwide is being wasted, according to an article from the Environmental News Service, but to make matters worse is the immense amount of water wasted in that production.

Of course, this is hardly the tip of the iceberg lettuce. It's pretty infuriating to realize that there truly is enough food and water to sustain this planet's superfluous population, but as with wealth, food and potable water sources and consumption are divided wildly disproportionately.

This is definitely something we will revisit, but I promised quick and dirty.

So, step one toward reducing your waste and carbon footprint is, of course, switching to a plant-based diet. For those of you who may have taken my challenge in an earlier post to heart, let me know how great you feel!

Step two: composting! Whether you're fortunate enough to live in a city with curb-side compost pick-up, or you want to grow-your-own with a backyard (or balcony) bin, turn your waste into tasty food for the planet.

For tips and tricks to getting your rot on, check out this simple and enlightening guide to composting from grist.org.

My boyfriend and I are vermicomposting, and sharing our apartment with about 1,500 worms is proving to be a plus-plus situation. They're small, quiet, and they basically excrete gold for your garden. Maybe one day I'll even be hardcore enough for humanure.

So what are you waiting for? Composting is hot!

Localvore

2008-08-19T20:37:00.000-07:00

This past weekend was both enchanting and energizing. Venturing out to the Watkins Glen Farmers’ Market on Friday, my housemates and I not only found delicious smelling handmade soaps and super fresh basil and peaches, we made new friends as well. At a stand with a vast array of beautiful greens and nets of garlic, the sellers swiftly identified us as Farm Sanctuary girls (apparently bright-eyed, college-age interns stand out against the usual suspects at the market) and invited us to a vegan potluck at their farm. Six Circles Farm is a small co-op style project run by George Eisman’s (see “Hoe Down” entry) nephew and son where young farmers live and work their beautiful gardens a stone’s throw away from the Finger Lakes.

We were lucky enough to arrive around sunset and sample both the visual and gustatory pleasures of the farm. A bonfire kept us warm against the cool New York night, the fresh apple sauce, quinoa and veggies prepared by our new friends were delicious, and many an open-minded conversation unfolded between bouts of drum-circling. Set against a nearly-full moon, the evening was almost surreal. Our parting gifts as we said “goodbye” were cloves of garlic, the principal product of the farm. We’ve made a point to cook garlic into most everything since.

Ithaca’s market, Sunday’s excavation site, was remarkable. Even better, actually, than Austin’s (TX) farmer’s market, it was organized incredibly well and we must have spent hours just walking through the two generous columns of booths. Though some sellers featured the same staples such as potatoes and tomatoes, each stand was invariably unique and the selection was phenomenal. The market is a semi-permanent fixture nestled beside a lake. They have very accessible composting and recycling and seem to require vendors to use compostable containers for prepared foods and drinks in an effort to be a "zero garbage" venue.

Determined to stock at least half of my shelf at Vegan House with local products rather than store-bought ones, I brought home red potatoes from the veganic farmers of “Unexpected Farm” (they directly neighbor Vegan House!), tomatoes from our friends at Six Circles Farm, and okra; the last ¾ pound in all of upstate New York, apparently. I finally gave into the temptation of prepared food as the tempting aromas wafted through the air around me. The problem was deciding what to eat!

Veggie spring rolls and a sesame ball (a roll with sweet red bean paste filling) were a choice I didn’t regret. Discussing the current buzz around bees in front of the local honey stand and a short chat with Gene Baur (see “Hoe Down” for more on our admirable pres.), whom we ran into at a farmers’ market for the second time in three days, made for an interesting and lovely Sabbath. A couple of huge, vegan pizza slices from Pizza Aroma and watching the sun set at Lamoka Lake brought the day to a full-bellied, water colored close.

Well, I’m off to finish my book (reading, not writing) and snuggle down for the night. Here’s to another farm fresh week!

xOx Hugs and Piglets xOx

"Food Animals" in Perspective: A Visit to the Stockyards

2008-08-17T08:34:00.001-07:00

I've hesitated on this post because I know the words will not convey the actual experience, but I think it's important.

Thursday we (interns) went to a stockyard where animals are auctioned to slaughter or production (and eventual slaughter). Or, as my Mac defines it:

a large yard containing pens and sheds, typically adjacent to aslaughterhouse, in which livestock is kept and sorted.

It was a voluntary trip and our intent was not to intervene, protest, or photographically document what we saw. A camera would have seemed quite inappropriate. The stockyard was small and, in the context of the cruel industry where animals are considered "food" and treated as commodities, not horrific. It was horrible, but I know from documented cruelty cases and first-hand accounts from those who have been there, it wasn't nearly as bad as many larger stockyards.

Still, what I witnessed was nearly unbearable. The atmosphere was one of utter stress and panic. From their rigid postures, the torment in their eyes, their confused and terrified bellowing, it was impossible to deny the anguish these animals had already experienced in transport and their consciousness of the dangers to come.

The grown cattle, newborn calves, goats, pigs and sheep were all irreverently ushered, one-by-one, to the auction show floor where they ran in frightened circles around the pen, desperately

trying to find an escape. Heightening the trauma were two workers with shepherds canes, corralling and sometimes striking the animals to keep them "in line." The auctioneer stated the animals' genders and weights and began the bidding. The calves, if male were generally sold for $40-$80, the females, if impregnable, for around $500. I had to walk out, overwhelmed, after watching a few animals being manhandled in the auction ring, but the other interns told me that after I left a sheep jumped over the gate and ran toward them, desperate for a way out. The animal was grabbed by the fur and ears and put back in the ring.

Out in the pens with the calves, we were face-to-face with their unmistakable pain and confusion. Days old at most, the newborns were taken from their mothers before their umbilical cords had even fallen off. They walked awkwardly, still babies wobbly on their legs. The ones who were amazingly not frightened of us (considering the cruelty they had already been shown by human hands) soaked up the affection of soft strokes and comforting whispers, all we could give to them before they moved on to the fate of being slaughtered for veil or beef.

After a moment of being stroked on the head or behind the ears, the little ones would begin trying to nurse on hands, knees, shirts-- whatever they could reach. It was very painful, the powerlessness of having nothing to offer; not milk, nor the comfort of their mothers who they'd known for only hours before being torn away. The milk that was supposed to be theirs is instead destined for the cereal bowls and cheese sandwiches of humans, the only mammals to consume the milk of another animal (with the rare exception of surrogate mother animals who "adopt" abandoned babies of another species).

It was a sad day. The saddest part is that this dystopian reality exists in the "food animal" industry every day, whether we see it or not. More often than not, it's hidden behind a facade of "happy cows" as logos on dairy products or children's stories where farm animals frolic merrily on Farmer Joe's green pastures. The concrete, cruel truth could not be further from what these images lead us to believe.

To provide some emotional relief, I will contrast the above with a parting image of a day at Farm Sanctuary. Yesterday some of the other interns and I went to the cow pastures to hang out with the special-needs herd. They are remarkable, loving creatures and I've had no greater joy this week than hand-feeding them apples and looking into their joyful, doe-like eyes. So far from the fear and desperation in the stockyard animals, the animals at Farm Sanctuary radiate love and peacefulness. Their ability to trust and befriend humans after all they've experienced is absolutely inspiring.

Cattle pictures coming soon!

Farm Sanctuary, Week 2

2008-08-12T20:42:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! Tuesdays for a Farm Sanctuary intern mean “Ed. Lunch,” where our coordinator, Don, makes delicious vegan meals (accommodating for the wheat sensitive!) and we learn about some aspect of Farm Sanctuary and the work the organization does at large. Last week was our introduction video and tour and this week we actually talked to my boss, head of the communications department, about communications and media as they relate to the org. We covered a lot of ground over Don’s sweet and comforting apple cobbler (w/soy ice cream, of course).

One of the topics at lunch was how so many environmental organizations are unwilling to publicly (and sometimes individually) make the connection between climate change and “food animal” agriculture, or factory farming. Whether optimist, pessimist, realist, publicist, activist, environmentalist – we have a finite amount of time in which to turn this carbon-spewing bus around.

So, my challenge to you: If you’re not ready to switch to a completely plant-based diet, try going at least one day a week without eating meat, eggs, or dairy. But be careful, there are some addictive side effects to eating like a vegetarian: moments of clarity, unexpected bursts of energy, feelings of inner peace, and an enlarged (proverbial) heart with room for all creatures.

2008-08-10T07:33:00.001-07:00

Pics

2008-08-09T21:45:00.001-07:00

Some of my pics are now up on Flickr. I will update as I go, but for now, enjoy!

Quick Links For Busy People

2008-08-09T08:56:00.000-07:00

It's a fresh saturday morning and I'm the only one awake, so I was happy to spend some time in the kitchen with Moby. You can hang with this musical prodigy/vegan for a few minutes too on Epicurious. If you're really in a time crunch, just watch/hear his thoughts on veganism (video 4).

If you're too busy for Moby but never too busy for an on-line survey, won't you head over to VegNews' Veggie Awards site and vote for Farm Sanctuary in the categories "Best Non-profit" and "Best Sanctuary"? If you're so inclined, you can write in Farm Fresh Fem for your favorite weblog, but I also suggest SuperVegan and VeganYumYum.

x o x Hugs and Chickens x o x

Links

2008-08-08T23:33:00.000-07:00

If you tried links on "Hoe Down" and they didn't work, please try again. Everything should be corrected!

Lowdown on the Hoe Down

2008-08-08T23:16:00.000-07:00

This post is about a week overdue and I apologize for making a new ‘blog and immediately going M.I.A., but it’s been a dizzyingly tiring week and I’m adjusting to a new sleep schedule. I will post more links, pictures and updates this weekend, but first things first – the Watkins Glen, N.Y. Farm Sanctuary 2008 Annual Hoe Down! After my orientation and tour I delved into helping out as the Farm commotion was pretty much divided between Pigs (Iowa rescue) and the Hoe Down.

The Hoe Down is officially August 2-3, but the 1^st was all preparation. Though a great deal of my time was spent on manual labor and serving food, I did catch some of these speakers and events:

* Bruce Friedrich (PETA) presented “Animal Rights: Social Justice for the New Millennium.” Though I have qualms with some of their tactics, PETA definitely does some good work and Friedrich was entertaining, tongue-in-cheek, heart-on-sleeve informative.

* Susie Coston, national shelter director for Farm Sanctuary, narrated a slideshow of Sanctuary residents and their stories supplemented with general information on the “food animal” industry. Susie is incredibly passionate and knows the names, stories and personalities of every animal at the Sanctuary. She’s pretty fearless and amazing.

* George Eisman gave a lecture on vegan nutrition and led a brief nature walk, “Wild Edibles,” where he showed us how to identify edible “weeds” and raved over their nutritional value. Eisman also has a self-launched “dairy isn’t necessary” campaign. And, well, it’s not.

* Herbivore clothing/magazine entrepreneur, Josh Hooten, gave a hilarious intro to his presentation, “We Can’t All Wear the Big Chicken Costume: Effective Activism Your Way,” where he demonstrated that we really can’t all wear the chicken costume – by wearing a “hot cop” costume instead. Unfortunately, I was assigned to tasks during this presentation but had a great conversation with him at his merchandise stand. Bonus: the proceeds from his merch sales at the Hoe Down all went back to Farm Sanctuary. I picked up a “Wings are for Flying, not for Frying” sticker and was glad he didn’t bring any “Cow Hugger” shirts, since I’m on a budget and would have been far too tempted to splurge.

* Captain Paul Watson, a self-proclaimed pirate and founder of Sea Shepherd Conservation Society, took the bold stance of saying Yes, I am an animal rights activist and I care more about animals than people (paraphrased). Former Greenpeace activist, Watson now takes his own approach to bringing justice to the sea and its inhabitants.

Farm Sanctuary’s own Gene Baur, founder and president, and Jeff Lydon, executive director, also gave short, inspiring speeches (incidentally, both are tall and inspiring).

Saturday night concluded with a barn dance (in the People Barn) DJ’ed by Farm Sanctuary’s own “Big Daddy Don.” The music was utterly undanceable but it was fun watching others “get piggy with it” and “bust a mooove.” Yes, I really did just write that. It’s what farm life does for your sense of humor.

Persistent attendees insisted on keeping with the bonfire tradition in spite of the rainstorms of the day and succeeded. Stragglers, intellectuals, and walking bottles of vegan wine gathered around the cozy but smoky clearing and deep conversations that would be forgotten the next day abounded over the strumming of a single acoustic guitar.

I truly wish everyone could have experienced this weekend—I think, acknowledging the title of Gene’s book, it truly would have changed a lot of hearts and minds.

(Farm Fun with Fragments) FS Day 1

2008-08-01T18:43:00.000-07:00

My first official day on the farm was quite excellently exhausting.

After orientation with the other new residents and a Colbert style round of "Better Know an Intern," I realized I'm not alone in leaving my job, my boyfriend, my cat and my security at the gate to pursue my passion and find out more about who I am. Our stories had some major similarities in spite of the divisions in age/geography/personality and I think I'll really get along with this group of passionate vegan femmes (I know, it's a vegan miracle!). Plus, one of my Canadian housemates likes to cook and I already know we'll get along well.

Because I did so much today, I'll give you the sentence fragment abridged version: licked by cow, nuzzled by sheep (allergic to wool but shockingly no reaction), giant pig belly rubs, tiny piglet watch (mission: help mama pig keep premies safe and warm), still smitten over chickens, met FS staff, helped prepare for hoedown weekend (folder stuffing, lifting, stairs, weeding, sun, more lifting, more stairs...), five minute meals, happy in spite of oncoming migraine.

Oh, and the gift shop has Uncle Eddie's Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies, which will likely get me through several more farm-filled days.

That's it for now--I will have pics up soon, probably through flickr. Right now I'm a "possibly maybe" for yoga at 8:30 a.m. and a "right on" for FS President Gene Baur's presentation at 10:15.

I hope you're all doing well cityside and I promise my posts will be witty and farm-fresh-fem-fun-filled (or at the very least, bepictured) in the near future (after I get some sleep).

P.S. - How do all these people not know Flight of the Conchords?! Why? Just because their rhymes and records, they don't get made?

Chicken dance

2008-08-01T04:48:00.000-07:00

Well, I didn't wake to the roosters, but I surely heard them once I was awake. Last night one of the house cats made her way to my top bunk and kept me company (I miss my kitties!) so I could get a solid five hours before getting up absurdly early to secure a shower before my seven housemates. I'm not completely a morning person, but the palette of colors outside the window at dawn was worth it. Everything is so absolutely green or gold.

The chickens are hilarious. I stepped on to the porch to see what all the commotion was about and found about 20 hens, one full-sized immaculately white rooster, and a tiny yellow rooster with black tail feathers whose cry sounds more like a funny little song. His name is Pedro and he is quite bold, especially at feeding time. I thought there would be a riot when the shelter staff told the feathered crowd that feeding time was over.

For now, I'm city-girl-giddy over just about everything.

30 Days at Farm Sanctuary (Day Zero)

2008-07-31T21:32:00.000-07:00

I've just settled after a 14 hour day of travel and am posting via the Internet line at Vegan House (the intern house) at Farm Sanctuary. Tomorrow is orientation, so tonight I plan to fall asleep to the bleating of the sheep across the street and wake with the roosters in the backyard. Speaking of sleep....zzzz.

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How to have a truly *Happy* Turkey Day!

Prop 2

My Internship at Farm Sanctuary

World Farm Animals Day

World Vegetarian Day

"Lay Back and Raise Hell"

McDonald's figures out how to make me sick without even eating the food

I kissed a vegan, and I liked it

Muddy Mondays

Localvore

"Food Animals" in Perspective: A Visit to the Stockyards

Farm Sanctuary, Week 2

Pics

Quick Links For Busy People

Links

Lowdown on the Hoe Down

(Farm Fun with Fragments) FS Day 1

Chicken dance

30 Days at Farm Sanctuary (Day Zero)

How to have a truly Happy Turkey Day!