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University of New Orleans ScholarWorks@UNO University of New Orleans Theses and Dissertations Dissertations and Theses 5-20-2011 Plowing by Moonlight: Notes from a Food Oasis Kathleen Alcala University of New Orleans Follow this and additional works at: https://scholarworks.uno.edu/td Recommended Citation Alcala, Kathleen, "Plowing by Moonlight: Notes from a Food Oasis" (2011). University of New Orleans Theses and Dissertations. 1290. https://scholarworks.uno.edu/td/1290 This Thesis is protected by copyright and/or related rights. It has been brought to you by ScholarWorks@UNO with permission from the rights-holder(s). You are free to use this Thesis in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. For other uses you need to obtain permission from the rights- holder(s) directly, unless additional rights are indicated by a Creative Commons license in the record and/or on the work itself. This Thesis has been accepted for inclusion in University of New Orleans Theses and Dissertations by an authorized administrator of ScholarWorks@UNO. For more information, please contact [email protected]. Plowing by Moonlight: Notes from a Food Oasis A Thesis Submitted to the Graduate Faculty of the University of New Orleans in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing Creative Nonfiction by Kathleen J. Alcalá B.A. Stanford University, 1976 M.A. University of Washington, 1985 May 2011 Copyright 2011, Kathleen J. Alcalá ii Acknowledgment The essay, ―Sweet Life,‖ was originally published in the anthology, What to Read in the Rain by 826 Seattle: Seattle, Washington, 2010. All rights reverted to the author. iii Table of Contents Abstract .............................................................................................................................. vi The Clueless Eater ...............................................................................................................1 Sweet Life ............................................................................................................................7 To Market, To Market........................................................................................................18 T & C .................................................................................................................................24 Farmers Are Always Busy .................................................................................................41 The Perfect Carrot ..............................................................................................................50 Chateau Poulet ...................................................................................................................57 Clamming with Neil ...........................................................................................................65 Mora ...................................................................................................................................76 Laughing Crow Farm .........................................................................................................82 Power .................................................................................................................................91 I Think That I Shall Never See… ......................................................................................97 Plowing by Moonlight .....................................................................................................110 Eating as a Jewish Act .....................................................................................................116 Sheep Slaughter ...............................................................................................................126 Hitchcock .........................................................................................................................131 Living as a Farmer ...........................................................................................................140 The Locavore‘s Dilemma ................................................................................................150 Further Reading ...............................................................................................................162 Vita ...................................................................................................................................163 iv Abstract Plowing by Moonlight is a creative nonfiction exploration of the relationship between the people of Bainbridge Island, Washington, and the food they grow, eat, and share. Creative nonfiction, creative writing, Bainbridge Island, Washington, food, sustainability v The Clueless Eater In 1995, we were searching for a home where we could close a door between the piano and the living space. My husband and I had a six-year-old who played the piano constantly, and our charming, authentically 1928 home in Seattle could no longer contain all of our enthusiasms. We loved our North Seattle neighborhood, where we had lived for thirteen years, but could not find anything in our price range that did not have the same problems as our existing home – poor insulation, traffic, and a high noise level indoors and out. On Bainbridge Island, we found a house that had been vacant for over a year. Built around 1980, it was set on an overgrown third of an acre. We visited the house three times, walking around the outside, peering in the windows. It had bad carpeting and signs of an unhappy dog. The seller had left his arts and crafts dining room furniture in place, giving us a way to imagine ourselves in this space, too. We loved the deep windowsills and the large lot, four times the size of our property in Seattle, with plenty of room between us and the neighbors. It was also walking distance to the heart of Winslow, where the grocery store, two bookstores, and the Post Office are located. We made an offer and got the house. We promised our son that we would build a new tree house for him in a big leaf maple to replace the one we would leave behind. Here, we slowed our pace and began to listen to the birds again. We made friends with our neighbors, and discovered that we could buy food at a weekly farmers market, directly from the people who grew it. This was a delight and a convenience, but not the central factor in our lives. After I was diagnosed with some health problems, however, I was forced to think about food in a new way, as a part of the puzzle of keeping healthy while not dedicating all of my time and energy to food, nutrition and diet. 1 In the spring of 2010, I began to write a series of essays on the question, ―Why did you become farmers?‖ asked of two couples I had known from their previous, book-related lives. Mostly I was curious, since I did not see the connection between book-loving and farming. The answers were both interesting and surprising to me. Food and food-related topics are in the headlines every day. The Wednesday, September 29, 2010 issue of The Seattle Times had several headlines and stories in the first section alone, from ―Hood Canal‘s life and death battle (desperate fish rising to the surface)‖ to ―USDA may take on more E. coli strains in meat‖. According to a feature article in Harper’s, Goldman Sachs created an international wheat shortage in the 90‘s by overselling wheat futures and driving up the cost of real wheat. The modern market is capable of creating artificial food shortages where food is available, but unaffordable in poorer countries. I expanded my inquiries. The more people I talked to, the more people, I realized, were directly involved in food production on Bainbridge Island, from kitchen gardens to restaurant suppliers, from foragers to scavengers. Growing, gathering, preparing and eating local food is a major pastime, and at least the last part is something in which everyone, including indoor types like those in my household, participates. Food is the hub of most social events. Eating is not only an agricultural act, as Wendell Berry said, and an economic and political one, as Michael Pollan added, but a social and religious act as well. Intermittently, starting in my early childhood, I lived in rural areas where my family grew some of its own food. From the age of one to six I lived with my parents and two older sisters in the San Bernardino Mountains of California, where my father planted a big square of corn behind the house. Ordered one day to scare off a big pheasant that was helping himself to the ripening corn, I stopped in frustration and curiosity to peel and taste a raw ear myself. It was 2 unbelievably good. After awhile, my father came out to see why I had not returned, and he too, began to nibble on an ear of corn. Finally, my mother came out to see what was going on, only to find all three of us, my father, myself and the pheasant, eating corn. There must be some reason people cook it. Years later as a newlywed, I lived in Western Colorado and kept a big truck garden. Our property came with a share of precious water rights, and every two weeks I could divert the water into our ditches to soak the gummy red earth, as much clay as soil. This was a time of trial and error, but when we left four years later, I had to give away bags of tomatoes and zucchinis that we had been unable to eat, can, or otherwise get rid of. Growing food seemed easy. The Northwest is not so forgiving. Water is plentiful but sunlight scarce, especially on our property,