savoring fall
autumnal [\ȯ-ˈtəm-nəl\] adj
autumnal [\ȯ-ˈtəm-nəl\] adj
As many readers of this blog know, I'm not a big meat eater. When I do eat meat, I tend towards organic/small farm options. However, there are rare exceptions. One of those exceptions is barbecued chicken. And not any barbecued chicken, only Châlet Bar-B-Q rotisserie chicken.
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Recent dairy-related news, from Lily and the CBC, got me thinking about milk. The CBC story concluded that "despite decades of being largely exempt from free market forces, farmers have not been protected by governments from the global financial crisis that caused demand to crash" while Lily noted that "dairy farmers are experiencing a tough time. Of the price paid by us consumers for a litre of milk, 37% goes to the processor, 42% goes to the supermarket and a miserable 21% goes to the farmer" in Ireland.
The USDA Farm Service Agency's (FSA) MILC Program supports the dairy industry by providing direct counter-cyclical style payments to milk producers on a monthly basis when the Boston Federal Milk Marketing Order Class I price for fluid milk falls below the benchmark of $16.94 per hundredweight (cwt.) Source

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Leave it to Twitter to raise some interesting questions to ponder. One that came up in my stream recently:
via @finitor via @iangogame
I've heard the hypotheses about the links between immunizations, cleanliness, etc. and allergies, but I've yet to be convinced and I'm sticking to my theory: more and more people with potentially fatal food allergies are surviving to reproduce (due to modern medicine) and, as a result, the prevalence of food allergies is increasing. My theory is that modern medicine is to some extent responsible for the rise in allergies. Modern medicine has essentially transformed traits that once greatly compromised a person's fitness into traits that are almost inconsequential from a Darwinian perspective.
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Hey farmer farmer
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Combined with the recent discovery that bees are on the decline for reasons yet to be fully understood, reading the lyrics to the song left me feeling ... nostalgic. Nostalgic in the sense of "a bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past." Partly because this is a song from my childhood and reminds me of hot summer afternoons on the porch with family and partly because I find myself mourning the loss of the bees in nature (the latter being a feeling in direct conflict with my phobia of bees and other insects with stingers) resulting from what is referred to as colony collapse disorder.
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At what point are seedlings no longer seedlings? Somehow, I think that
my tomatoes and basil are now full-fledged plants. They have matured
past the seedling stage. To think that these plants emerged from tiny
seeds about a month ago and that some of them are already flowering
amazes me. Nature is phenomenal.
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I spent most of the weekend with John and Elaine at their place in rural Quebec. The weekend was filled with good food (much of it fresh from the garden), good conversation, and good company. Needless to say, it was a good weekend.
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Transplanting is on today's agenda.
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Starting to think about transplanting the tomatoes.
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