Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Milk : Miracle Substance


Milk is amazing stuff. Full of protein as high in quality as any meat, and laden with delicious cream and sweet milk sugars, formulated by Great Nature herself to be a perfect food. Fresh raw milk, the kind straight from a healthy cow or goat, is a true "super food", incomparably better than the stuff you get in a carton or plastic jug, from the super market . 

Fresh milk straight out of the cow, is warm, sweet and creamy, effervescently alive, it comes with it's full compliment of enzymes in tact, to help digest it, plus it is full of beneficial bacteria that protect it, from pathogenic invaders, like a kind of "mini army". If you pour fresh milk, the top of the milk glistens with golden sparkles of cream, when you pour it, the surface literally jumps with energy...bing, bing, bing. The cream naturally swirls on the top in delicious little creamy curls, yum. One sip, and you are hooked.


Add a milk cow or goat to your farm!





Processed commercial milk gets really beat up, long before it gets onto our table. As soon as it leaves the cow, it begins a long journey. First it is pumped from the cow through long lengths of pipe, swirled through an in-line filtering system, on its way into huge storage tanks, where it is cooled and agitated along with the all the other milk, from multiple cows at a big dairy.

There it awaits pic-up by the creamery truck. When the truck arrives the milk is pumped into the creamery tanker, through yet another set of pipes. On its journey to the creamery, it is sloshed along in the truck, then pumped out of the truck once more into an automated creamery system. (To learn about how commercial milk gets to the creamery click on the link below.


After being tested for purity, the milk is pasteurized in the creamery; a process, designed to kill any bacterial contamination it may have picked up from being exposed to so many surfaces during all that pumping, mixing with other milks, lying in bulk tank storage, & sloshing around in the tanker truck transit (one does wonder how how thoroughly all those pipes, pumps and various tanks are cleaned, personally, I think about the potential human error factor here). This process is quite important to commercial milk production profits, because it extends the sell-able shelf life of commercial milk, well beyond that of natural raw milk, which would sour, rather quickly, after all that contamination. Really, pasteurization is all about making money. 

During pasteurization milk is cooked at very high temperatures, which effect it in many ways. Cooking hardens the milk on a molecular level, it gets chalky, looses it's effervescence, high heat destroys its enzymes and kills any bacteria it may contain, beneficial and pathogenic alike. 

After pasteurization the lifeless white fluid is pumped through a series of pipes again, centrifuged at high speeds so the cream separates out from the skim milk, from there the skim and cream are piped some more, finally, the skim and cream are mixed back and beaten together under incredible pressure to homogenize the milk so that is has a uniform texture. 

Homogenization changes milk structure, in this unnatural process, the fat globules in the milk, get coated on the outside with protein, this is done to make milk texture "look" better and to give it a smooth "mouth feel". Coating the fat molecules with protein allows the cream globules to stick to, instead of repel, the watery part of the milk and thereby stay emulsified in suspension, instead of floating to the milk surface, in a thick layer, as cream naturally does. 

The recombined cream/milk it is then pumped through even another set of pipes, cooled and then its filled into cartons and plastic jugs, which are jostled down conveyor belts, boxed, stacked and tossed onto trucks, bounced down the road for miles, unloaded, put into a grocery store and finally put on the shelf for the milk consumer to buy. We put it in a cart, pay for it, haul it home to our houses and put it in the 'fridge, so we can have it on our coffee and cereal come morning. After all those temperature changes and all the pumping, bumping, whirling, swirling, whipping, cooking, killing & cooling, is it any wonder that commercial modern milk is tasteless, flat and chalky, by the time we drink it, cooked and altered molecularly, as it has been, to the point that it sometimes makes our stomach hurt after drinking it?


Curds and whey, home made cheese in the making.


What is milk anyway? What is it made of, how does it become cheese, yogurt or kefir? Why does it change from a liquid into a solid? 

Milk is composed of water and "milk solids". While we all know what water is; what are milk solids? Milk solids consist of two kinds of protein, known as casein and albumin, plus of course, fat in the form of cream and also milk sugars or lactose, along with various enzymes and micro nutrients. 

A good source of calcium, casein is what makes milk white, it is a flexible protein that becomes harder and tougher with heat. Casein is the main component of your average cheeses, like cheddar, cottage cheese, mozzarella, Monterrey Jack etc.  the word "casein" is where the name "Cheese" comes from. Albumin on the other hand, is the same protein as is found in egg whites, which also turns white and toughens, but only a little, with heat, it is the main component of whey cheeses like ricotta.

 Milk becomes solid when it coagulates, this can happen in various ways, through enzymatic action, by acidification of the milk, or a combination of both. Most cheeses are coagulated by rennet, an enzyme which occurs naturally in the stomach of all mammals, Rennet can also be synthesized from some mushrooms. Other enzymes found in sap of many plants also coagulate milk, these saps are usually thick and white, like in "milk weed" or "milk thistle" or even the fig. Adding these enzymes to milk will cause it to coagulate. Another way to coagulate milk is with acid, add enough vinegar or lemon juice even citric acid will coagulate milk very quickly. The beneficial bacteria in raw milk produce lactic acid, given the right temperature and enough time the lactic acid they put off will also coagulate milk. Cheese makers the world round have learned to combine various enzymes and acids to create the whole range of different tasting cheeses.
 A "broken" milk coagulation, see the yellowish whey in the break?

 From coagulated milk we get both "curds" and "whey". In coagulated milk, separation between the watery part of the milk and the milk solids happens easily. When the solid jell of the coagulation is "broken", the casein proteins naturally draw together with most of the fats, forming clumps which we call "curd", they are isolated into lumps, because where ever the coagulant is "broken" the albumin proteins readily precipitate out, into a watery solution, taking  along with them most of the milk sugars, this forms a clear yellowish liquid called "whey", the "whey" simply leaves the "curd" behind. Little Miss Muffet of nursery rhyme fame, like many children of by gone eras, ate a combination of curds and whey, a very tasty (especially with a little honey), nutritious snack. It was something mothers gave their children, while they were in the process of making their family's weekly staple: farmstead cheese made from RAW MILK they got from their own cow. 

Little Miss Muffet
What happened to that simpler way of living, where RAW MILK was a part of everyday life? My great grandmother was a "Victorian Lady" back in the day, she wore silks and feather hats, yet she had her own Jersey cow, and milked it everyday, or had it milked. She wanted the best quality food for her family. Milking your own cow was part of life for people of the past. Everyone who was "someone" had a good family cow...what happened to change us? Why has RAW MILK been given such a "bad rap" by the corporate media and milk world? Is it really so dangerous as it is made out to be? I don't think so.



Louisa Miller McCarty, my Great grandmother, 
Victorian 'Lady" & a graduate of Vassar College. 
Is RAW MILK dangerous to human health? The answer to this question is: it all depends. It depends on many factors. Cow health, the cleanliness of the milking process, how the milk is handled after it is out of the cow. The speed at which it is cooled, the temperature the milk is stored at, the length of time it is held in storage. All these factors combined, determine the quality of RAW MILK. If the standards governing these factors are kept high, then, no, RAW MILK is IS NOT DANGEROUS to human health, (barring allergic reaction to it), in fact many people experience improved health from drinking it. In fact raw milk is a low risk food, new studies on raw milk bear this fact out. No one denies that milk is an excellent medium for bacterial growth, if it is contaminated with pathogenic ones, they will grow in it, if you consume contaminated milk (raw or commercial), it can make you sick. So if you drink milk, any milk, make sure it is handled properly. Pasteurized milk is actually a better medium for the growth of pathogenic bacteria than RAW MILK, because it lacks the protection of the beneficial bacteria which naturally inhabit milk. More on this later...
Let us recoup. Raw Milk is a quality food. Delicious, healthy, and nutritious if handled correctly. It was an everyday staple of early Americans, and it's unregulated private use is part of our American heritage.


Feeding the calves the extra milk.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Beautiful Bossy, the dairy cow



Our matron cow, Sue, grazes peacefully in the meadow.
What would our farm be without cows? They add so much to our lives, these great teachers, so enhance us with their quiet wisdom. The cow placidly grazing, or lying in the sun, chewing her cud is the perfect example of simple contentment. We love our cows, they give us milk, cream, butter and cheese for our home use. Excess milk feeds calves, our pigs, chickens, to produce eggs, baby goats, which we latter market or process for our own use. All in all they help our farm stay solvent.


Did you know a cow chews her cud about 30,000 times a day? She woofs down her grass, tanking up her preliminary stomach, by yanking off fist full amounts of the course stuff and swallowing it down, more or less, unchewed. After, she lies down, quietly, in a comfy spot, and chews it all, contentedly crunching away the time, until it is all done, then she goes for more, and does it all over again. This is the way she takes grass, yep, plain ol' grass of the meadow and transforms it into milk and cream. By this laborious & monotonous grinding up of this substance, weedy stems of the field, which we can not even begin to digest, into a pulverized pulp, she is able to release nutrients locked in the stuff and make it into milk, it is all that work she does chewing that makes it possible for us to have yogurt, cheese, kefir, butter, cream in our coffee and let's not forget... mozzarella for pizza. It is really miraculous if you think about it.

Some days I get up early before the sun rises, and sit outside with my coffee. I look across the dew soaked meadow, and there are the cows, munching away at the wispy green, in the cool of the morn. As I watch them, I wonder, "will that mouthful be cream for my coffee tomorrow?"


Waiting to be milked

Later they mosey down to the gate, waiting to come across the road, to be milked. Bugling a mooie hurry-up to us if we are late opening the way before their "Majesties". Swinging pendulous bags of milk, they sway across the road to the barn, stopping traffic, heedlessly indifferent, to the rush most people are in. 









Their calves, the night's warm-barn dwellers, greet their stately moms with enthusiasm. "Mooeeee, mooeee, meeee, meee, me..." they say, anticipating throat fulls of warm, creamy milk sliding down their gullets. Yes, with them it is all about "me". The mamma cows, though, know the routine. They slide gracefully into the milking parlor one by one, after waiting their turn. Happily eating a bit of grain for breakfast while they deliver their precious load of milk to us.

We always leave enough for the calves. After breakfast, mamma and babies spend time together, sequestered together in their own little safe haven, till satiation occurs.

Then mamma troops back out to the gate, wanting to re-cross the road, ready to amble among the thick, green Forbes and grasses waiting for her in the meadow, luscious and succulent. Milk in the making.
"Buttercup" peacefully grazing












Sunday, February 23, 2014

Becoming a wwoof host farm

Harold from Switzerland

"What is "WWOOF"?" People ask... now the acronym stands for "world wide opportunities on organic farms", originally it stood for "willing workers on organic farms". The movement was started in Great Briton, by a small group of people wanting to support and promote organic farming, they started making connections between organic farmers and want-to-be organic farmers. It has grown from humble beginnings into an international force of wwoof host farms and wwoofer helpers to be reckoned with. A god send for people participating in it. To learn more about Wwoof go to: wwoofusa.org

We learned about wwoofing, quite by accident. My brother (who now hosts wwoofers in Fla. at his farm/nursery, Simonton Farms), met a wwoofer through one of his buddies who was a wwoof host. This wwoofer fellow, "Marc", was a remarkable young lad hailing from Quebec Canada. He had ridden his bike all the way from Quebec, to Florida, "on adventure", to his destination wwoof host farm in Florida. Marc ended up helping out at my brother's farm. In the course of a few days he told my brother about the wwoof program. My brother was impressed and excitedly told me about the program also. 

One thing led to another, the young man, Marc, wanted to continue his bike adventure, and planned to ride across the USA to the west coast, then peddle up the west coast back into Canada, where he planned to take a bus back East to Quebec. When he found out my brother had a sister with a farm in California, he wanted to hook up. My brother called me and told me the story, could Marc stay with us and "wwoof" if he made it out to California. Little thinking he could make it, I said "yes", I figured anybody who could bike across the country deserved my notice. Too my surprise, two months latter I received a phone call from Marc, in his thick French Canadian accent,  he conveyed to me that he had made it to San Francisco, three days latter he was knocking at the door. Wow, what a top quality person Marc turned out to be!



Marc from Quebec
 Marc didn't speak much English, being  French Canadian, but he was eager to learn more. He was in college, a biology major studying forest fungi. He was keen to learn about organic farming and threw himself, with gusto, into farm living.
Marc's bike at our front door.

Marc became like the son we never had. For six weeks we worked and played together. He helped so much, and brought the joy of farming back into our life with his gung-ho attitude and intelligent enthusiasm. It was great. We were hooked on WWOOF & registered as an official usa-wwoof host farm, its been rewarding!

Marc wheel barreled loads of compost and double dug our hill garden, what a feat!
Since then we have had many wwoofers helping us out, we have got so much done with their help, and more importantly, we have made some truly lasting friendships and learned so much from them. Below are some of the wwoofers we have had the pleasure of working with.
Matt from Sacramento 
Vanessa from France

Christin and Albin saved the day,
helping out with everything,when Chris was in the hospital
Wwoofers bring a refreshing energy to life on the farm...
Matt has been on the farm helping out for quite a while. Here he is feeding "Fridge" with his little nephew. He has been instrumental in getting many of our projects off the ground, so to speak, and has been helping with the milking in a big way.  Sweet Vanessa from France stayed with us for 6 weeks in the summer of 2013, she taught us some yummy French cooking. David, Naomi, Daniel and Marissa helped ever so much with milking, canning baking and packaging stuff for the market. Kevin & Sara were great team players, helped feeding calves, making cheeses, drying fruits, and canning, and with constructing our new meat locker, among other things.
Anastasia pruned and thinned apples, planted seeds, harvested veggies, canned fruits and more. Jeff, Nick and Harold all worked on our gardens, installed fences and more. Wwoofers have helped work with our bees, brewed beer, built sheds, canned fruits and veggies, dried herbs and fruit, made candy, planted gardens, turned compost, worked on raised beds, harvested apples, harvested black berries, put in strawberries, pruned fruit trees, thinned apples, made all kinds of cheese, helped with our farm stand, milked, cleaned stalls, trained horses, fed our critters...and the list goes on! All in all, wwoofers are great. A REALLY BIG THANKS  guys& gals!

Anastasia, Nick, Rebecca, Chris, Harold & Jeff
August, David, Naomi, Vanessa, Daniel & Marisa
Matt, Andy bottom
Rebecca, Chris, Sara & Kevin top










We look forward to meeting new Wwoofers in the                                  coming years!









Oak Meadow Progress

Oak Meadow Farm Fall 2013
     The farm has come a long way from the early days. Many improvements have been added. Barn improvements to the dairy parlor, a new loft, an addition to the north side, have turned the barn into a more functional farm building. Rebuilding much of the deteriorating siding on the barn, and adding a foundation prepared the way for a new coat of red paint. It looks great!
original color
the new red



Soil improvement include liberal amounts of compost and manure spread over much of the land which had lain fallow for years, and perhaps had never been fertilized. 


                                                                                                                                                                                                      We added more fruit trees, and brought the ones already on the property back into shape, we put in strawberries, raspberries, black berries, currents, blue berries and more. 






We fenced and cross fenced, installed a new watering system which we are still working on. We put in walk ways, built a meat locker, and a nice green house. There are still many more projects planned for the future. It is amazing what two people can do,(with a lot of help) plodding along over time, taking it one step at a time.


Today we have five milk cows in our line up, and some young heifers getting ready to step up. We make cheese twice a week, and are beginning to get quite good at it.                                                      


Mozzarella, Italian style
We have five Duroc hogs now; a boar and 4 sows producing lots of little piggies, they make good use of the leftover whey from cheese making, plus the garden and fruit tree wastes. We have a draft horse in training to do work around the farm, we built a chicken pasture, pens for our milking goats, and are working on a fodder system. We put in a worm bed, constructed several garden areas, dug a new pond, converted some closet space into a nice pantry, and we are working on converting our laundry into a cheese making room, building an out door pizza oven and much more. It has been quite exciting.


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Old Farm

Oak Meadow September 2013

Old man Philbin built the place. He started out with a one room shack, which is now our kitchen. He was a young guy back in 1937 with a lot of energy, a wife and a hankering to live off the land and build himself a farm. He managed to acquire around 40 acres. 20 acres was the side of a low hill, that had two seasonal creeks running through it, over grown with scrub and trees with a trickle spring high up and a good spring down low, and another 20 acres was a beautiful meadow with three surface springs watering it. A county road split the meadow from the scrubby part, however that road was little more then a jeep trail then, the farm site was basically "the end of the road" at that time. He called the place "Philbin's Follies".


Even before he finished the house, Ol' Philbin built the pole barn, using tall native Ponderosa Pines he cut from the property. After he felled the trees he hand peeled them and cured them out, also he took some really big pines to a local saw mill, up the mountain a bit, run by a Preacher man friend o' his, and had them sawed up for siding on the barn. He captured water by digging out the uphill trickle spring and laid out a water line and piped it down to his animals and his garden. Old Mr. Philbin was quite the guy, he got a couple of draft horse type, mustangs from somewhere, tamed them and trained them to do harness work, pulling, and plowing and such. That fella used them to clear the brush off his land, pulling out shrubs one by one; he used them to pull a spring harrow, worked up a pasture in the meadow, and planted it. After he established the pasture, he used his horses to hay his meadow and bring it in, storing it loose in the barn. With those horses he moved fence supplies around, on a skid sled, to remote points on his property, that way he got fences built around the farm. He worked his land, put in crops, and built himself a farm. He had some milk cows and some beef cows, he planted fruit trees, mostly apples, dug a couple of shallow wells one in the meadow and another for house water. He added on to the one room shack; a dining room, a bathroom, a bedroom. Eventually when he and his wife had kids, they added on more bed rooms and a big living room. The days are gone now where one could do things outright as he did...
The old barn before we started working on it


The kids grew up, his wife passed away and he got old. One of his kids, a daughter, married and moved away, happy to get off the farm. The other, his oldest, Wayne, got married too, but instead of moving, he took over the farm from his aging father, who could no longer work it. Wayne was a builder by nature, not a farmer, he got a job as a concrete worker building the Bullards bar dam. He became one of the best concrete workers on the dam, ran crews, was a foreman. He did a lot of improvements to the house and property, he put a concrete floored laundry/utility room on the back of the house, poured cement walks all around the house and a big patio area out back. He built a 30' by 40' concrete floored metal building/shop garage between the house and the barn. Wayne was ambitious, living in the prosperous 1950's, he had a job that paid well. He had two new deep wells drilled, all but abandoned the hand dug shallow well of his father's, the trickle spring's steel pipe irrigation system his father struggled to put in also fell into disuse, becoming dysfunctional by the time we came on the scene. Wayne put in a real septic system, with a leach field. When Old Man Philbin got really old, Wayne talked his dad into selling the meadow land, they didn't use it any more, the cows were gone, the old horses had lived out their lives. They used the money to improve the old house and to start another house on the property, one for Wayne and his own growing family. There came a day old man Philbin took a turn for the worse, he died shortly there after around 1979. After his dad died, Wayne subdivided the remaining property into three parcels, sold one, finished the new house for himself and wife, he rented the old farm house to a series of people, for extra income, over a period of 15 years or so. Eventually, due to his wife's health, he sold all and moved away to Arizona in 1996. The old barn and house sold to a Doctor friend of ours, who bought it as an investment property, the Doctor sold it to us in 1999, making a modest profit.


When we finally acquired the farm it had lain fallow for years. The barn was in need of major repair. The house was a run down rental unit in need of remodeling. The fruit trees were dead or dying from lack of care. The parcel that the house and barn was on, amounted to less than five acres, in short, the old farm was only a shadow of it's former self. Not very appealing, except for location. The old farm did have something significant going for it, though, the right to pump irrigation water from the large pond which had been built across the street, in the meadow. Water is gold in California. They say "A wet acre is worth five dry ones".
The meadow pond
I, (Rebecca),  first became familiar with the farm when I was twenty five, now I'm 60. I was working for a mason pointing stone work, who had contracted with Wayne Philbin to put a stone veneer around a Fisher wood stove he had installed in the big fireplace of the old house. It took about a month to finish the job.
stone work around fire place
Old Man Philbin was still alive then, a house bound 84 year old, I was curious about the history of the area, I asked questions, the old fella used to tell me stories of the old days. He had some talking he wanted to do, I learned a lot. That is how I got to know the history of the farm. I remember I had the weirdest feeling then, that I would "live on the farm property someday", call it premonition or what ever, it was an intense sensation to say the least, one that made a lasting impression on me.


When we bought the old farm, we lived on another property, about a mile away. That property had 25 acres of brush and trees with a nice Tudor style brick home and a ramshackle little barn. It wasn't really farm land, or conducive to farming, it had very little water, hardly enough for house hold use. We ran milk goats on the brush and had a few milk cows, but we could barely water our animals, could not grow crops or irrigate any pasture. I had already been making cheese for quite a few years, but had a hard time making money selling them, because that place, however nice, was pretty far off the beaten trail. People didn't want to drive so far back in the woods. After we bought it, we had rented out the old farm house and the barn for 6 or 7 years, to pay the mortgage. In late 2005, we decided we wanted to move to the old farm. It made more sense to farm there, sure we had to give up living at the place we were at, where the house was newer and fancier and the property larger, but we got the benefits of having a better location, the big old barn, improved soils and water for irrigation.

It was quite a project, packing up 20 years accumulation. The old farm house needed repairs, we hoped minor ones. We started working on the kitchen of the old farm house, patching a bit of wall board, in doing so we found that there was no foundation under the walls of that room. The old man had framed up the first shack (which became the old farm house kitchen) right on the bare ground, all the original 2 by 4's were rotted away sitting, as they were, on the damp ground. The old man had poured concrete between the boards right on the ground, and called it a floor. Building codes were not what they are now, a man could build a house however he pleased back then, for better or worse. The more we dug into the old structure the more we saw needing done.

In the end we gutted the kitchen, and rebuilt it again.The Living room floor had to be rebuilt from the ground up, half the girders supposed to be supporting the sub floor, were hanging loose in the air on one side of the room, the living room floor bounced like a trampoline when you walked on it, bouncing all the furniture on the one side. Gophers had tunneled under the pier blocks, which were just sitting on the bare earth, toppling them, they no longer held up the girders. Every where we looked there were needed repairs. Step by step we rebuilt it ourselves, without much money, paying as we went along.
kitchen gutted and rebuilt
After we rebuilt the living room sub-floor. We decided to put in wood flooring instead of replacing the ancient off white wall to wall carpet, with more carpet. The day after the wood flooring was installed, we had a hard rain. A tire washed into and blocked the culvert under the road, the water backed up and made a lake around the house, a lot of h2o ran under the doors and flooded the place with four inches of water. Quite a shock to find our house full of water the morning after. Up here in the foothills where there is not usually any danger of flooding. In the end not much harm was done and the house dried out.


It finally all got finished. True the job was hard, yet such a good learning experience. I'm glad we did it.We moved in January of 2006, with all the critters and stuff, and ready to start working earnestly on bringing the farm alive. As challenging as remodeling the house was, we were excited to start working on rehabbing the old farm, it was like the adventure we had been working for a long time had finally begun. We had a lot of work to do, but our dream was coming true, finally we had a farm of our own!




The back yard, wild and unkempt 
the day we moved in.