Wednesday, January 18, 2012

BBQ

Andre and I held our first dinner party last Thursday.  BBQ…. Portuguese style, with a little bit of American flare.  I have to admit… cooking for Andre’s friends is a little intimidating.  As past dinners here have indicated, we would need an appetizer, main course, desert, and plenty of wine.  I think of Rita’s seafood salad and remember how different our food is.

On a positive note… I’d been craving egg salad, so I knew that would be part of the menu, perhaps the appetizer with mini toast, mashed potatoes are always a crowed pleaser, and grilled zucchini is a must (thanks Miranda).  Andre and the boys would take care of the meat, as I still have no idea what anything they insist on eating is composed of, nor how to cook it. 

When everyone arrived, I was astonished to see the boys take to the kitchen… whipping up homemade mayonnaise in seconds and a marinade for the meat.  I giggled to myself, as I can’t recall a time when I had ever seen boys with such determination in the kitchen.

Andre and Rosinho fired up the grill, but not without moments of confusion and laughter.  I joked with Andre about how he wasn’t doing anything and it was suppose to be his dinner…. With a witty response he said, “I’m the manager of guests.” … “I invited Rosinho to grill the meat, my brother to bring the wine, you to cook, a friend to make the mayonnaise, and Naomi to bring the fun!”  What could I say… he did invite all the right people to make it transpire delightfully.

Everyone enjoyed the egg salad, much to my surprise, and the only thing left at the end of the night was a leg of chicken.  I think it’s safe to say we successfully made it through our first dinner!!! Minus a broken wine glass, but I’ve come to understand that is better than expected when attending a Portuguese dinner party! 

We have another dinner this Thursday.  The boys will be taking care of everything, and our guests will be up to 8 from the previous 4.  I’m sure Andre is already scheming whom to invite to make another wonderful dinner; I’m sure not to forget.

Home

 We live in a quaint house, atop a hill in Lagoa near Silves.  I awake in the morning to the warmth of the sun, while I take my espresso outside and read a book.  Nina and Andre play in the grass, rolling around and enjoying the freedom, which the morning brings.  I wish this could last forever, but alas it’s time to eat breakfast and head to the beach.  I know…. I shouldn’t be complaining, but I haven’t been able to bask in the sun for months, since Iowa winter is not as pleasant.
view from the kitchen window

New Years

Beaches are only a skip away in The Algarve, and what better place to spend New Years than watching fireworks over the ocean with your friends... after a nice dinner of course, as dinner is not taken lightly by the Portuguese people.  Dancing soon follows and the songs are a mix from around the world, I don’t understand much of anything that people are saying but the few songs that do play from America remind me of home.  We fell asleep in the caravan and awoke to the sunrise; my new year began with a ham and cheese omelet, bread, cheese, olives, an espresso, friends, and of course… more beer.

Lisboa/Lisbon



Narrow cobblestone streets flow between the endless buildings with old women hanging out their windows carrying on conversations with each other and those in the streets below.  Andre says they are too old to take the stairs down all the time, so people bring things to them and the women lift them up in baskets and continue conversing with the others.  

Most of the buildings are covered in white paint to keep the heat away in the summer, while some are covered in hand painted tiles from the sidewalks to the roofs.  These are from the past, and to some a collector’s item.  Planters hover under the open windows and fruit trees line the streets, while the sun casts its warmth over the town.  

Cars seem to act as people, finding an opening and resting wherever there is space.  I laugh as Andre pulls his small car between two others and leaves it on the sidewalk.  He needs a haircut, he says.  We walk under verandas and he soon knocks on a glass door.  An older man answers and speaks with him, inviting him into the shop, Andre takes a seat and a woman starts to cut his hair.  The shop is small, with barely room to get up and walk around, there is a bench along the wall where I take a seat.  In the corner I notice a spiral staircase leading down to somewhere else, where I can only imagine as a small boy climbs up and appears from the opening. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

to ponder a quote...

Wendell Berry has said, “If sustainability is truly our goal, we must put the “culture” back into agriculture.”  What does this mean? In what ways might this be a useful and justifiable idea?


       
Culture is a word that has many meanings. The definition for “culture” is complex and is usually defined by the context of the sentence.  If taken from the dictionary, culture would be defined as the behaviors and beliefs characteristic of a particular social, ethnic, or age group; or, development or improvement of the mind by education or training.   When I read this quote, I think of culture as being defined as:


A way that a specific group of people think or act; being influenced largely by their environment.


  My experience from working in Uganda and Nicaragua has shown me two very distinct cultures, and their agricultural systems.  Agriculture is not separate from their daily lives there, and looks very different from what is seen in the United States or Europe.  Uganda and Nicaragua are two worlds apart, however their agricultural systems are strikingly similar.

When looking, with an untrained eye, at a typical plot of land in rural communities of Uganda or Nicaragua one can identify a banana plant and possibly a tomato or pepper depending on the season, apart from the dense vegetation surrounding the home.  However, on this plot of land, frequently smaller than an acre, there can be hundreds of different plant species serving  multiple functions (i.e., a tree provides food, fuel, animal fodder, mulch, building materials, and shade for those whom live there).  Their environments have influenced how they farm, and these agricultural systems reflect and integrate the highly complex natural world that surrounds them.  With a multi-faceted approach in planning agricultural systems, these systems are able to regenerate what they need to survive and are adding to the overall health of the ecosystem.

This multi-faceted approach to agricultural design is starting to get noticed by farmers in developed countries as an alternate way of farming, putting  the “culture” back in agriculture. Principles for these systems have been derived from the knowledge/practices of aboriginal peoples and also the environment from which one lives.  These principles create sustainable systems, which can be applied anywhere in the world.  They include: creatively use and respond to change, value edges (biodiversity at edges), use and value diversity (leads to greater resilience), use small, slow solutions, integrate (capitalize on how things work together), design from pattern to detail (use patterns found in nature), produce no waste, use and value renewables (reduce dependency on scarce resources), self regulate and accept feedback, obtain a yield, catch and store energy and materials, and observe and interact.
Obstacles faced by this type of system are “standards” we ourselves have constructed for any type of production.  For example, efficiency has been linked with large-scale farms and advances in technology.  Henry Ford, an American industrialist, once said: “Competition is the keen cutting edge of business, always shaving away at costs”.   He knew what it meant to be efficient, and the importance of this came with increased competition.
Nowadays, farming is a highly competitive business, and farmers are no longer neighbors.  The culture that once was integrated into our farming systems is gone, and has been replaced with an industrialist motive being “giant farm factories are efficient” with the aim of increasing one thing: “yield”.

Does this then mean that in order to pull “culture” back into agriculture the size of the farm must be small, and consequently not efficient?

“Culture” goes into the design of the farm, and the designer’s creativity is the limiting factor.  Mark Sheppard of Voila, WI started a farm 15 years ago using principles derived from studies of aboriginal peoples and his own environment.  Mark has created a 105 acre ecosystem, which is thriving today, and Wild Thyme has an acreage of 150 near Olympia, Washington derived from the same principles.  These farms may seem small to the giant monoculture producers of today, however, a study by the World Bank in 1998 indicated that, the productivity of small farms often exceeded that of larger ones.  Placing “culture” back into agriculture does not require shrinking farms.  This form of agriculture can be applied to one’s backyard or across hundreds of acres depending on the creative limits of the designer.
In conclusion, to put “culture” back into agriculture is to create a sustainable farming system.  This system can be scaled to fit any size of land since “culture” is based on design derived from people who are influenced by their environments and act and think accordingly.  We need to begin to “think” and “act” with our environment as the driving force in agriculture instead of being technologically driven.  In this way we can devise a sustainable farming system.    


Sources:

Hemenway, Toby. Gaia's Garden: a Guide to Home-scale Permaculture. White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green Pub., 2009. Print.

Lutz, Ernst. Agriculture and the Environment: Perspectives on Sustainable Rural Development. Washington, D.C.: World Bank, 1998. Print.

Mollison, B. C. Permaculture: a Designer's Manual. Tyalgum, Australia: Tagari Publications, 1988. Print.

"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it." - Henry Ford

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

"dream - sleep coated lashes"

starting to stumble i realize I am no longer able to control my limbs as i make my way toward the hostel past a water tank... something was wrong.... looking forward i see travelers lounging on wooden couches and a man sitting at a table to my left.  as my body begins to crumble i can no longer stand and fall to the floor.  my muscles began to seize violently and my body convulses against the floor, a thought tip toes across my mind,... "i may be dying". the man on my left quickly announces i'm having an allergic reaction to something and runs out of my sight... as i lay there, I see tamara to my right struggling to get a syringe and bag (clear) in place to administer a shot in my right arm.... i watch her.. the concentrated feelings of confusion and fear disappear from my thoughts as i realize i can no longer breath.... time passes slower, almost as if pausing.....the outside world begins to take on a divine glow followed by dancing light trails of rainbows and warmth...  (i let go of everything and was embraced by something greater.. of happiness and peace perhaps)... as i watch tamara slam the needle into my arm with fluidity and great urgency, i hear the man say breath...i make an attempt, kissing the air, but to no avail... BREATH HARDER...  my lungs fill with air and collapsed... i am alive.
-nicaragua summer 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

to pause

its easy to see where beauty comes from....

its held in the wings of an insect, in the lines, splashes, and curvature of its body.... in movement...