I just found out about Chicago’s Ribfest on June 12-14th. I will most definitely be going to this. Not only do they have 65,000 pounds of meat (!!!), they have a lot of bands, including Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin (from Springfield, MO), who I know personally (yeah, I dropped that). Their music is delightful. The other band I recognized was the very talented and original Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s (a Chicago band).
I was in Barnes and Noble the other day with some friends, and man do they have lots of magazines. As I was reading through the Esquires Big Black Book (an essential guide to being a man), I noticed a nicely printed smaller magazine with the word “meat” popping out. Tell me more, I thought.
I picked it up and lo and behold, in my hands was a magazine about meat culture. The name was a little weird, but meatpaper was beautiful. Images of pork and beef and hunks and slices and charcuterie and oh man. It was like eight dollars so I passed on purchase for the moment, but when I have a job, and money, I’m gonna look you up meatpaper.
Brittany and I have now graduated college (in 4 years!), with our degrees from the oldest and most prestigious journalism school in the world (suck it Northwestern). With that comes the end of what was, and a new beginning of the rest of our lives.
Brittany will be staying in Columbia at least the rest of the summer, with our friend Kat and various other people we know. She’ll be working at The Missourian, our lab newspaper as a Teaching Assistant, which is right up her alley. In her immense amount of free time, I imagine she will cook a ton of fun summer things. Her cilantro and tomato plants are getting huge already.
I have already returned home to Chicago, living with my parents until I find a salaried job (for the moment, I’m gonna say I’m a freelancer!). It’s practical, and mainly, free. I will miss the farmers market, and all the people we met through this blog (big shout out to Mike Odette). Deerfield’s saving grace is that we do have a Whole Foods down the street, in addition to a really nice kitchen in our house (convection oven, kitchen-aid stand mixer, counter space… all nice things).
More than anything I will miss the planning, seeing the excitement in Brit’s face as we develop our menu, plan for the week, or most consistently, as her and Kat start discussing options for dessert before we’ve even finished eating dinner.
In conclusion, the blog will not suffer, but it will probably feel a little different. I have no doubt in mind we’ll call each other every day, but for better or worse, we’re kinda adults now, about 400 hundred miles apart. We’ll visit, and you better believe there will posts on those epic adventures. Of course, we’ll also let you know if either of us gets real jobs. (I find out in a few days if I’ll be hired at a paper on the west coast).
Rob and Angela, while still new to the farming scene, have built quite a reputation for themselves. Growing vegetables mostly, with some poultry too, they provide CSA shares as well as supply restaurants like Sycamore with ingredients. They live just south of Columbia, on some really old land. They’ve implemented these Haygrove tunnels, that allow them to extend their season with the sheltering and refraction properties of the plastic shell. I had a hard time not taking the picture in their awesome old barn, even though it had nothing to do with their business, haha.
Mark, the manager of the place, and Austin, the grandson of Harry (who owns the farm), pose for me here. Harry was busy fixing up a tractor, and these two seemed more than happy to be in the photo. After rounding up the buffalo with some feed and the big red pickup they seemed to love, I started shooting. I think I like this one best. The 1000+ acre farm is out by Kingdom City.