still playing with dirt: volunteering at the alemany farm

i was the kind of kid that enjoyed playing with dirt.  i spent my time after school digging up worms and slugs, slicing them in half and watching them regenerate into more worms and more slugs.  although my squeemishness threshold is not at the same level as my five year old self, i definitely can while away a few hours in a pile of dirt.  while more and more americans are getting closer to their food by shopping at farmers markets and subscribing to community supported agriculture (csa) programs, there's nothing like working in the field, whether it's your own little garden or a farm that nourishes many. 

this weekend, tim and i rolled up our sleeves and got to know our food a little better at the alemany farm.  between 9 lanes of the 280 highway and the projects lies a quaint 4 acres of agricultural oasis just on the outskirts of san francisco.  our farm tour guide gave us an incredibly informative tour about the farm and its philosophy.  jason our guide was probably a better speaker than anyone i've come across in business and definitely knew his food and farm facts.  not surprisingly, the highlight of the tour was when we got to the composting bins and got to search for worms - the childhood memories just came rushing back.  the next best highlight was finding out that my backyard just might the perfect environment for growing some mushroom spores.  before you know it, i'll be jess dang, the mushroom forest nymph.  but before i got to indulge my mushroom fantasy, we had some work to do.  unfortunately, i didn't get to layer in the fresh horse manure to form a compost lasagna (perhaps i'll be luckier next time) but spent the day wiping out the native plant garden of all non-native invaders - dang pest control to the rescue!

if you want to learn to be your own forest nymph or take a turn at being a trusty farm hand, alemany farm has volunteer days the first and third sunday of each month and all the saturdays in between.  maybe i'll see you there.  i'll be by the dirt looking for worms.

Comments

[Kelly]

This is awesome. I'd love to do this as well. I wish that my CSA had a volunteer hour requirement.

[therealchiffonade]

YES, and while you are volunteering to 'playing in the dirt' raising vegetables, REAL Americans (people with whom YOU do not have enough respect to at least CAPITALIZE their name) are volunteering to work in filthy prisons to help and HEAL the downtrodden.

REAL Americans (with a capital 'A') are interested in volunteering to save PEOPLE instead of 'playing with dirt.'

I am REALLY pissed off -- just like my husband, DocChuck!

Your lack of respect REALLY pisses me off.

[Jerzee Tomato]

I worry about my friend, Louise (therealchiffonade). When she hits that bottle of PAVLOV vodka down there in her trailer park in Atlanta, she fantacizies about being married to doctors, and about all kinds of stuff.

Of course, she is correct in her opinion that your should NOT insult us AMERICANS by your failing to use the English language properly.

I mean, if the English language offends you, then you REALLY need to go back to asia.
And I am the BOARD MATRON of the SeriousEats website.

[Louise Chiffonade Brescia]

Sorry, but I would NEVER get my hands dirty by playing in the dirt. Here in Atlanta we cultured Southen' Ladies do not engage in such behaviors.

But if it makes you happy then you should do it all the time.

[My Food and Life Encounters]

Your pictures are beautiful and that salad looks absolutely incredible.

Thank you so much for sharing.

[clitoral stimulation]

How nice!!! i love to see a plant when it growing.

[finger techniques]

Your farm is really beautiful i like to get my hand dirty and ejoy every time.

[Buy Viagra]

Nowadays there are few places where I can find this kind of practice, people think buying everything in the markets and this not the idea, that is why I'll start to get my own garden.

[Coach Purses]

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly controlling my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.