It’s double pick up week!

We’ll be closed next weekend to give our peeps time to celebrate, rest, and be in community.

That means this week is double pick-up week!

If you want to come out to the farm and grab food for both this week and next (paying for a double share), you can do that to make up for skipping next week. We’ll be ready for anyone who wants to do a double share, but of course, it’s not required. Regarding milk, because it won’t last for that long, we will have a self-serve option available. I will touch base with you all in the store!

It’s very important that you bring all of your jars this week so we can make this two-week share happen! 

And for those of you getting turkeys, this is turkey week!

Make sure you’ve cleared some space in your freezer for these big guys!

An article from an author and chef I love!

Yotam Ottolenghi wrote:

“My friends Paul and Ossi have been inviting me over for Thanksgiving for about twenty years now. I can’t always make it, but every time I do, I get to meet their family and friends, many of which I only see once every year or two.

I get excited about this annual celebration, not just because of the food – I’ll get to that in a minute – but because this is a chance meet a group of people which are more than acquaintances and less than friends; people that I got to know a little over the decades, not terribly intimately, but enough to care and be genuinely curious about.

There’s a lot of talk about our atomization, the dissolution of communities and institutions. We don’t have enough close friends, we are told. We really don’t! By close, I mean people we share the troublesome things that happen to us, our difficult thoughts and the really happy ones; people we can easily and comfortably go to in a moment of crisis: when we need a small bridging loan, or to come pick us up when our car breaks down, or when we fall ill.

But the next, wider circle is equally important. Many of us, particularly in cities, have our guards up all time. We are surrounded by so many strangers that it feels risky to allow any of them in. I am thinking about work colleagues, neighbours, the cashier at the supermarket or the administrator at the children’s school. We nod at them politely, we smile and show courtesy, but we don’t really get to know much about them.

I find this sad. A series of missed opportunities for all sides. It’s such a wonderful thing to break the cycle and get a chance to get to know someone new, even just a little.

When I got to Paul and Ossi’s, I get to reconnect with a small community; not my nearest associates but, nonetheless, a group of humans I am happy to catch up with and raise a toast together, in thanks for what we have: a promotion at work, a new grandchild, a new car, completing a half-marathon.

This reconnection is also related in my mind with the ability to express a genuine, public gratitude.

For many of us reserved Europeans – and I call myself a European here because I did turn into one in many respects – it’s hard to say an honest thank-you for what we’ve got because we deeply worry that we do this at the expense of others. It feels wrong to be overtly thankful for our good fate, for our joys and successes, for everything that is going well for us.

Americans are much better at that. They are unapologetically thankful for the abundance in their lives. They understand that showing gratitude for your own good fortune doesn’t take away from your ability to empathise with others (in a way, it makes it easier). They are also, on this occasion, unapologetically indulgent about the food. The vegetables, in particular, are drowning in butter, cream, brown sugar – all the things we normally go easy on.

I suspend my usual food assumptions around Thanksgiving. My old friends, autumn roots and brassicas, it turns out, can handle that kind of richness, at least once a year.

But I don’t want everything quite so heavy. So alongside my untraditional ‘green bean casserole’, I’m doing simply roasted celeriac with walnut oil. Something straightforward to cut through all that butter and cream.

Sending my Thanksgiving wishes to everyone. Be grateful, raise a toast, reconnect with others.”