When life gets busy and I’m throwing together yet another pasta dinner at 7 p.m. the third night in a row, I don’t always think about where the tomatoes, cheese and penne got their start. Occasionally I take it for granted that my food will magically arrive in brightly colored plastic tubs, gently set on my front porch by the AmazonFresh driver before sunrise after I placed my grocery order online at 10 p.m. the night before.
Nothing like a farm tour to be reminded that, yes, feta gets its start from goats and that lamb chops were once, well, lambs.
Last weekend, we journeyed to BarnPlace, a farm on the King County farm tour, located just a few blocks from downtown Woodinville. We got our fix of sheep, goats, rabbits and more varieties of chickens than I could count. The day was stunning, and the chickens were sassy -- clucking, pecking and taking dirt baths.
What I love best about touring farms is I get energized about my own mini-farm at home. When I got home on Saturday, I checked the tomatoes -- which are ripening nicely, thanks to the de-nuding and some very sunny and warm weather -- harvested some basil and picked tiny peppers.
I ventured back to the chicken coop and checked for eggs. A big zippo. I scolded those slacker chickens, telling them what real chickens do -- they lay eggs. Then, I sighed, gave them more feed and cracked corn and a bunch of seen-better-days vegetables. I rolled my eyes and went back to the kitchen to make lasagna from scratch using tomatoes from the garden and the last of the zucchini.