There have been few new foods consumed this week on vacation in Richfield Springs, NY, on G&T Farms, but I'm eagerly awaiting my first taste of beef fed on beautiful, natural grasses (timothy grass, clover, dandelions, yarrow, Queen Anne's lace, and so much more). The cows are calm, their coats shiny, their eyes bright. They'll be harvested in about four-six months, a moment of truth for all the work and strategizing and money that's been put into this enterprise.
The weather has certainly been in G&T's favor. When it's not gloriously sunny with a gentle breeze, it's been pouring down rain in sheets. Upstate NY in summer sure beats the hell out of the barren trees against fields of snow of winter. Could I make a life up here in this unspoilt, depressed, unpopulated, falling-down, self-sufficient community? No, I could not. But I'm selfish enough to want to feed off its bounty.
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