For months, or so it seems, the ladies of book club and I have been wanting to read Barbara Kingsolver‘s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life, except we could never think of how to relate it to the previous month’s selection. Generally, we try to have some sort of link from book to book; this series of connections started when we read…
- …The Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England, the story of a boy who burns down Emily Dickinson’s house, leading us to read…
- …Afternoons with Emily, a fictionalized account of a young girl’s relationship with the poet, bringing us to…
- …The Poet and the Murderer, a true-crime following a counterfeiter’s body of work, which included a forged Dickinson poem and a document signed by Abraham Lincoln, inspiring us to read…
- …Assassination Vacation, which briefly tells the tale of Lincoln’s box-mates at the Ford’s Theatre, who were not only the focus of…
- …Henry and Clara, but also step-siblings who married each other, causing us to want to read a more scandalous book about incest like…
- …Flowers in the Attic, which we were not able to thematically tie to Animal, Vegetable, Miracle at all, so we decided to start a new chain.
It doesn’t seem quite right to call this Kingsolver’s book, since she wrote it with the assistance of her husband Steven L. Hopp and her eldest daughter Camille. Along with Kingsolver’s youngest daughter Lily, the four moved from their home in Tuscon to rural Virginia. Before their arrival, the family had decided after much contemplation to spend one calendar year living almost entirely off of the produce they planned to farm on their forty-acres of land. Since no one in the Kingsolver-Hopp household has a wholly unrealistic mentality, each of the four chose one non-locavore item like olive oil and coffee that he or she knew would be difficult to live without. For the other things that the family was unable to grow or raise themselves, they resolved to buy exclusively from local vendors or farms.
Like I said, the Kingsolvers and the Hopps are reasonable folk; they completely understand that the lifestyle they adopted is one that most are unable to undertake. I know I personally don’t have the ability to grow what I need to eat in my backyard, and no one in book club can say any differently. What we did have, however, was an in with Barbara and Dwight Sipler at Small Farm in Stow — Dwight is Amanda and Darlington’s family, a relation we chose to exploit by hosting our meeting at the farm. It was entirely in the same spirit as this month’s book.
I had been looking forward to our trip to Small Farm, but as it got closer I began to get a little anxious; it had been raining in torrents for days, and I was beginning to forget what sunlight felt like on my face. The weather did let up a bit, but still — rain.
We lucked out when we first arrived at the farm with just a like drizzle, but rather than chance it we immediately started picking herbs and vegetables; I only gathered a few eggplants, some mint and a handful of lavender since I knew I would be receiving my CSA box in two days. Amanda, Darlington, Melissa and Sarah picked lettuces, rainbow chard, peppers, herbs and beets.
We set up our spread under the tent behind the farm stand. Our original plan was to make a handful of the recipes Camille Kingsolver included in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, but Sarah was the only one who followed through by preparing what the book refers to as “Disappearing Zucchini Orzo.” Amanda had made some beans — the same beans depicted in the cover art, actually; Darlington brought drinks; I had packed turnips, a special request; Melissa picked some greens for a salad, which she tossed with goat cheese, raspberries, cucumbers and a balsamic vinaigrette. (She had also brought a bag of sweet bite-sized bread from Iggy’s in lieu of croutons, but I can’t recall exactly what they were called.)
Barbara Sipler sat with us while we ate; she had, coincidentally, just finished reading the book as well. As we chatted, mosquitoes descended upon us — I guess we were too tempting a target to pass up, pretty much sitting ducks. When I got home, I counted my bites: twenty-three, including one on my thigh that I had unknowingly scratched so hard that I gave myself an extremely lurid bruise that, come to think of it, looks a bit like an eggplant.
Here are some photos from the farm.
I have never been stung by a bee, and am vaguely terrified of them.
Doesn’t this look somewhat like an oversize earring?
A pair of pretty lettuces.
One of many butterflies.
I think this is called an amaranth, but I may be totally wrong.
As of today, Small Farm is still open for the season; if you’re in the area, definitely stop by.
184 Gleasondale Road
Stow, Massachusetts 01775
Disappearing Zucchini Orzo, from Animal, Vegetable, Miracle
Makes four servings.
¾ pound orzo
1 onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
3 large zucchini
¼ cup grated Parmesan or any hard yellow cheese
- Bring six cups water or chicken stock to a boil and add pasta. Cook according to package instructions.
- Use a cheese grater or mandoline to shred zucchini; sauté briefly with chopped onion and garlic until lightly golden. Add spices to zucchini mixture, stir thoroughly, and then remove mixture from heat. Combine with cheese and cooked orzo;salt to taste. Serve cool or at room temperature.