There is no time, with all these animals to take care of. What can you expect to find here? Well, there will be recipes, some real food education, stories from everyday life at the farm, and the official scoop of what’s going on here across the different seasons. I gave my heels to a coworker and in spring of 2021 moved to central Ohio to become part of the didactic and thriving environment that is Sweet Grass Dairy.īut before I was a farmer, I was a writer, and so it is truly a pleasure to have you as a reader. I ended up wearing heels for a little while, and the swivel chair was fun.but farming eventually won over. All the while the degree I was pursuing assured me I would end up in a job where I wore heels to work and sat in a swivel chair.

I fell in love with farming in a completely new way, partly because it was a completely new way to farm.

I attended a tiny state school in a tiny rural town, where I lived with a family who operated an organic dairy farm. Employee sounds too mainstream.) I will be the one behind the pen, or rather keyboard, whose voice you will get used to hearing here on the blog.Ī little bit about me: I grew up on a produce farm in western NY state, which is a lot like Ohio, except there are these things called “hills.” My family was the kind who worked really hard while the sun was out and sat around playing guitars and fiddles on Saturday nights. My name is Emma, and I am the hired girl here at Sweet Grass. If you haven’t found out already, you’re about to find out that these are the things we care about, too. Maybe you care about how your food is raised, the impact those farming practices have on the future, and the reliability of securing that food from people you trust. Maybe you care about real food, healthy land, and living an authentic lifestyle. While I don’t know exactly who you are, if you found your way to our farm website and blog, I’m guessing you’re the type of person who cares about things. I no longer have any patience for Jared Leto, and neither would Angela.Welcome to the Sweet Grass Dairy blog. And can I just say that I have finally come around to the fact that Brian Krakow was a far superior match, Jordan Catalano’s perfect face and hair notwithstanding. I love her like I love my very oldest friend.

Fun fact: the chorus of this song was one of the epigraphs to the first novel I ever wrote, which will remain unpublished forever and ever, amen.īlister in the Sun, Violent Femmes. Heathcliff? Romeo? Black jeans? Yes, please. I don’t know what middle school dances are like nowadays, but in the early 1990s, it was slow dancing to this, and it was fucking great.

After my friend Katherine got unceremoniously bounced from our school in Brooklyn, she started going to a school on the Upper East Side, and I remember going with her to a party with a sea of very, very rich white boys in Northfaces crowded around a full-size pool table that one of them had in his apartment, and this song playing, just as the lord intended.Įnd of the Road, Boyz II Men. I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes and have no memory of how I ever found her again. Her mom drove us to Nassau Coliseum, and we had seats way up, but when they started playing, Laura and I jumped (!) over a barricade onto the floor, where I immediately lost her. I went to see Green Day with my friend Laura when I was in the 9th grade and she was in the 10th grade.

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