I haven’t done a WTF in awhile, so here goes.
I know a lying farmer. That farmer took thousands of dollars from me
over almost three years and sold me food that was not as advertised. The farmer
claimed that the “organic” vegetables were raised on their farm and the free
range, pasture raised, hormone-free and antibiotic-free meats and eggs were
raised on their farm. Most, and possibly all, the vegetables that I was sold
came from other non-organic farms. Much of the meat and eggs came from farms in
other parts of the country and most of it was not pasture raised or antibiotic-free.
So much for the premium prices I paid for healthy, locally grown food!
I trusted that farmer. I trusted what the farmer told me, trusted their
website, and trusted their literature. I never would have suspected they were
liars until I visited the farm and began to put the real story together. It
took a couple of months to verify my suspicions. I made many phone calls, spent
lots of time thinking and reading and eventually the puzzle was completed.
Visiting the farm is the only way to verify
that your food is what you think it is, and even then you can be misled. If I
didn’t know this farmer and have a feel for the volume of business done, I
wouldn’t have known I was being lied to. When I visited the people I trusted,
the farm appeared to be in order and supportive of the claims the farmer made.
Still, something was subtly wrong. I could see there was not enough product to
meet the demand of the many people I had referred to them in addition to all
the other customers, restaurants and stores that the farm serviced. The eggs
from the pasture didn’t match the eggs being sold at the farmers market. The
food had to come from somewhere, and down the rabbit hole I went to find it. It
was a very educational and disappointing experience.
Even after all of my research and all the
fraudulent representations I have uncovered, I have other suspicions. Were the
animals that were raised on the farm really fed antibiotic-free feed and were
they truly hormone free? I will never know the answers to those questions, but
I will ask to see the feed labels of future farms I visit.
I hope to have an e-book written in a couple
of months to help people verify where their food comes from. Counterfeit
organic/pasture-raised/antibiotic-free food seems to be a growing problem and
consumers need to be educated. Too many people are financially struggling and
still finding a way to pay premium prices for what they believe to be
exceptionally raised food. Those people deserve what they are paying for.
Kudos to the organic, pasture raising,
antibiotic-free, hormone-free farmers who really do the right thing by their
customers, and kudos to the farmers who tell the truth about their conventionally
raised food.
We have been walking in the woods barefoot
for about two weeks, with occasional neighborhood walks thrown in. We have had
a few unexpected bonuses while on our hikes in the woods, which we greatly
prefer to the neighborhood walks.
First, walking in the woods is about being in
the moment. We spend so much time trying to not hurt our feet that we think of
little else. We don’t think of getting to the end of the walk, what we have to
do before bed or what we have to do the next day. We just try to avoid the
rocks!
Second, we have some great talks. Today our
discussion strongly focused on what is cool to our seven year old boy, Colson.
He thinks dark sunglasses and a baseball cap worn backwards are cool. And you
have to strike a certain pose when you lean on a tree. If you wear a business
suit and polish your shoes, you are just regular. If you are a girl who passes
secret notes, you are uncool. This type of one-sided conversation goes on and
on, and because we are spending so much time trying to not hurt ourselves, we
can listen all night. Colson can talk all night because he has the super strong
feet and is not even remotely bothered by all of the rocks on the trail.
Third, it is amazing to feel so much of the
earth that Ryan and I haven’t felt since we were little kids. We feel every
pine needle, twig, rock, and stretch of sand. This is really, really cool by
our grown-up definition. It is soothing to take these walks, slow down and
reconnect. As an added bonus, we saw the tiniest snake tonight. If we were
wearing shoes we would have probably missed it. I am so thankful that we have
discovered our forest sanctuary a few nights a week. To think it used to be a
place that we rushed into for a dose of nature, only to rush home again!
Finally, our feet are getting stronger. Every
time we go we make it further into the woods. Tonight we walked about a half
hour. My ankles have stopped hurting, thank goodness, and I can even run now.
In a few more weeks I am going to try some barefoot interval training runs on
the soccer field.