July 14, 2006
Wake up: 7 a.m.
Crew call: 8 a.m.
Up at the crack of dawn to shoot a farmer's market in Brunswick. We get lost on the way there and come across signs for a few church suppers which, conveniently, are on our list of things to check out.

The Farmer's Market:
The Chrystal Spring Farm in Brunswick sponsors a farmer's market that has been active for over 4 years and includes over 50 growers and producers of cheese, baked goods, organic produce, cut flowers, herbs, perennials, meats and poultry, jams and jellies and of course, pickles.
In 2004, the Brunswick-Topsham Land Trust, which owns the farm, partnered with Seth Kroeck and his family to manage a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) program on the property. The first year was a tremendous success. Seventy-five families joined the CSA in its initial year and from June through October enjoyed a fabulous array of organic seasonal vegetables, flowers, and herbs—fabulous in taste, variety, and freshness! Eggs, milk, and locally produced meats were also available. The goal is to provide for 150 shares in the CSA in 2005 and additional shares as the farm operation continues to develop.
Crystal Spring Community Farm states its mission simply but eloquently: it "strives to grow the highest quality organic vegetables for the Brunswick-Topsham area. Using sustainable methods of agricultural production to preserve and enhance soil quality and protect environmental diversity, our goal is to ensure the long term viability of food production, recreation, and education at the farm." The farm's produce is offered both at the Saturday farmers' market (open May through October from 8:30 a.m. to 1 p.m.) and through membership in the CSA.
The idea of a CSA is that consumers share both the risks and rewards of farm production. A specific number of shares are sold before the growing season, ensuring that the farmer has capital at the beginning of the year to buy seeds and equipment for a known market of people. If it is a good year, everyone benefits with bountiful, fresh produce. If it is not, the risk is shared. The first year of the Crystal Spring's CSA has demonstrated how committed Seth and his crew are to producing plentiful amounts of nutritious produce for the CSA shareholders. More than 160 varieties of vegetables were planted in 2004, and that number will increase as the farm expands.
We think this is one tasty idea. Spread the good word and SUPPORT these markets please! This is one of the best ways to stay the disease of urban sprawl - if we don't use these parcels of land they'll wind up as Wal-Marts or strip malls....or god forbid, greasy, nasty fast-food joints.
When you travel anywhere, to any country, the very best way to get the gist of the local vibe is to check out the markets and shops. There's nothing like getting back home and ripping into a package of spice that you ferreted out in an off-the-beaten-path market or bazaar, or sweetening your morning tea with a locally grown honey! (Lili has been known to smuggle and horde smoked fish from Ireland, sausage from Austria, cheese and butter from France, lettuce seeds from Belgium, olive oil from everywhere and assorted spices, powders and roots from any number of island nations into the U.S. -Please! Don't ask where she hides this stuff!...she is always the popular girl at Customs.) You can feel good about these purchases because you know it's responsible consumerism... and so much better than a stupid tee-shirt.
The entire Tasty Tribe got to prowl the market looking for goodies, listen to beautiful violin music played by two local women, eat fabulous food, drink freshly squeezed lemonade and flirt with really hot bread bakers. Barak, nice crust by-the-way -wink-wink!
Lili loaded up for a picnic lunch which we had later that day at the beach. We had a smashing goat cheese & vegetable tart, an Afghani eggplant dish that was to die for, 3 or 4 different types of local cheeses, freshly baked baguettes and boules, and, of course, there was plenty of Maine wine & Geary's Ale to wash it all down. Do we actually get paid to do this???
Coming Soon: The Skinny on Maine Cheese - Are These Ingenious Cheesemakers Going to Kick Some French Butt or What?
Blog on and see Lii's review of the cheese-producing farms in the mid-coast region.
After a small post-beach siesta at the Bath house (our rental pad) - We loaded gear and headed to Orr's Island in search of the "Church Supper" that we tore by earlier that day in our mad rush. These suppers have been traditional Maine fare for more than 200 years. It's simple community food, where, most likely, you will end up being served by and seated with the person that cooked it. We were a little freaked out when we walked into the "Helping Hands" chowder supper in the basement of this pretty small church on Orr's Island. We kind of ducked in under the door, stood upright and then realized we were in a room filled with a whole lot of old folks. When I say 'freaked out' I don't mean it in a Stephen King sort of way, it was just pretty clear that we were 'from away' and under eighty... so we kind of stuck out. Not to mention, we're kind of an eclectic looking group. (Eclectic being a nice way of saying 'weird').
-
check out the pix & profiles of the whole Tasty Crew. The walls of the room were draped with crayola drawings and macaroni/paper plate artworks - these folks definetly supported local artists. Literally. To me it was a display as lovely and gracious as 'The Gates'.
We managed to negotiate our way through the line and to our scattered seats with out making huge asses of ourselves. If you've never done it before, it goes like this:
- get in line
- pay for your supper (usually between 6-9 bucks)
- get in the supper line
- talk about the recipes for all the choices you'll have - (we had a choice of: New England Clam Chowder, Fish Chowder, Corn Chowder and Seafood Chowder - which differs from fish chowder because it contains both fish and shellfish.
- grab a seat and make some tasty new friends
That was pretty much it. Painless. Within minutes the usual reserve of these marvelous New Englanders was gone and replaced with first hand accounts of World War II, the adventures of retirement and, now and then, a well-thrown jab or joke to a party at another table. A lone eight year-old girl circled the room tonging the diners with dinner rolls and busing the used paper goods from the tables. An hour later we were tucking into the home made - and I mean
home made - desserts that all the 'church ladies' brought to the supper and sharing more stories as the tables emptied and re-filled with new supper-goers. We knew this stuff was exactly what we should be shooting for Tasty Planet, but we just couldn't do it. We felt that asking to drag in our gear would have been somehow sacrilegious. There are some things that are inexplicable and need to be experienced first hand. This kind of tasty love is one of those. We left with our bellies full and our spirits lifted. Long live the church supper. Do yourself a favor, stop in next time you see a sign - jump in line and grab a seat. You'll be livin' the tasty life in no time.