Farmetta Farmer Reflections

This essay below was written by farmer Rose Rapp  earlier in April on the Farmetta Facebook page: When I was a little girl I was a food snob but didn’t remember until I started farming myself. It’s hard not to be when you’ve grown up on a farm. I knew where my milk, beef, and […]

This essay below was written by farmer Rose Rapp  earlier in April on the Farmetta Facebook page:

When I was a little girl I was a food snob but didn’t remember until I started farming myself. It’s hard not to be when you’ve grown up on a farm. I knew where my milk, beef, and veggies all came from. I knew that that grape juice was made by Mom, and our jam was created by her hand too… Skip forward after my parents had gotten a divorce and Dad moved out of state. We were no longer attached to a farming life, so we begun to buy from the store…. WOOH, that was not an easy shift for many reasons. I remember saying to my mom very close to tears that nothing tasted good any longer. The milk was off tasting, the beef was flavorless, and looked pail, veggies… Well, I started boycotting veggies since my brother started boycotting veggies So I don’t remember what store bought veggies tasted like… Untitled

Than as years passed I slowly forgot what real farm food tasted like, but I also stopped eating much of what I had been raised on.

Many years later I was working at this great place, a farm to table restaurant near where I live. And SNAP, there it was fresh local veggies, fresh out of the ocean seafood, at that point the owners weren’t able to find local grass fed meats or dairy, but just having the chance to taste the difference in what was delivered to the kitchen inspired me. Now don’t get me wrong, I still had many years before I started farming for myself (I needed to get the wander lust out of my blood first) but having that chance to remember for a brief moment what farming is kept my eye on the future.

It is so moving to me and Wes, that first taste of freshness, that mouth watering experience when plating the perfect meal for you and the ones you love. The colors popping from the garden, the grazing rotation with the critters. Making good choices that are profoundly personal, yet also knowing that they will keep this community, our community alive and well… That’s why being a food snob is not a bad choice. I’m happy that I found my way back.

(25)
Please follow and like us:

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *