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Long story, shortened: My work computer crashed this morning. So I have some thumb twiddling time while I wait for the geeks on call to rescue it. These two snaps are from my birth-weekend visit to Paula the Goat Lady. 
All the goats were in their rocky playground while Paula cleaned out their regular yard.
See the little guy in the feed trough? How do they manage to get into everything??
I hope you all had a restful weekend, in the U.S.A. or outer reaches thereof. 
We had a close-to-home holiday because of fuel prices. It was the best time I had in a while.
On Saturday, we visited with Paula, our goat milk lady. She had three new kids living on her front porch! They were less than a week old; one was less than 48 hours old. The younger was “nearly half dead” when Paula found him, but he was a little fighter and seemed to want to live. Jeff and I stuck around to bottle feed the kids. Wow, was that fun! I got goat milk all over my linen blouse. Who cares? I was so very blessed to give a baby goat a meal. 
Then we watched the goats graze on fresh spring grass while Paula finished the morning milking. Good grass = Good Milk. One big older mama goat (I don’t remember her name) walked around the pasture with me, stopping to give my face a good sniffing every once and a while. The guard dogs also followed us, so it appeared to be some sort of animal parade through the meadow. Wish I had my camera with me to show all you.
The gallon of milk we brought home was the best we’ve had yet. Not goaty tasting at all! So smooth, creamy, yet not heavy to the tummy. The grass and goats made a great glass of milk!
Serendipity may have been kind to me this morning. I was feeling the usual discomfiture over my acne, weight, and reproductive issues when I decided to google ‘hypoglycemia’, ‘acne’ and ’skin’ on a whim. There is a connection between all my issues and what I googled!
The condition is called skin diabetes. Our skin is an organ, just like a liver, spleen, or kidneys. It has to metabolize the nutrients we feed it, but, sometimes it malfunctions when it comes to complex sugars. Insulin levels, for some reason, are very low in the skin. The consequence is acne, because the excessive sugars are a buffet dinner for bacteria. This metabolic problem is a tripping wire for a cascade of changes in the hormonal systems in the body, hence reproductive issues, etc.
All of the above is perfectly applicable to my genetics and previous health history. My grandpa had type 2 diabetes; my dad was rejected from the draft because of sugar in his urine. I have passed out a couple of times because of low blood sugar and dehydration. I have all the classic symptoms of hypoglycemia.
The good news is that skin diabetes can be controlled, much like type 2. My weight is still in the acceptable zone, so that is not such a big determinant. The real changes I have to make is with what I eat. Big Serious Changes.
Sugar is no longer my friend, neither are refined carbohydrates, nor caffeine. Buh-Bye High Fructose Corn Syrup!
Nourishing Traditions is the way to go: Good fats, proteins, well-treated grains, fermented dairy, veggies, and fruits.
This will take a while to sink in…
After the book sale on Saturday, we visited Paula’s goats. Here are the lovely ladies who supply my milk:
The yearlings are in the front pen and the milkers are resting behind them. I know they look awfully crowded there but they have a separate “play yard” with lots of boulders and nibblies by the trees.
Two bottle-fed babies scampering around the front yard. Cutest lil’ critters you ever did see!
One of the several guard dogs on the premises. They really are menacing to the coyotes. To us, they were pure love! Great Pyrenesse are the best dogs ever.
So now I’ve got half a gallon left in the fridge. I made the tastiest alfredo sauce on Saturday night, we both drank huge glasses on Sunday morning, and I used a cup for my oatmeal this morning. I think the remander will go into the freezer after I make Barley-Leek soup for dinner tonight.
A short diversion today from the Through the Week in Modest Dress [I will post today's outfit this evening] to discuss some confluences of conversations I’ve overhead or read recently about food.
I watched two news stories from my local ABC affiliate about rising diesel prices last week. They started off with a rumored trucker’s strike on April 1st (or somewhere around that day) in protest to higher than expected diesel costs. Many independent truckers are thinking about just hanging up their CB for good. This is not wholly unexpected, really, if you think that most of our consumer goods are trucked around, even freak’n spinach salad mixes. But I digress from the news story.
The next story aired after the diesel strike was segued into with the thought, “How will this affect our food, or our farmers?” They interviewed the county Ag extension folks and an actual farmer. They all said they can’t “strike” from farming because the cows would starve. Huh, do they mean all the cattle on pasture or the poor sots in feedlots? So the farmer bemoaned the high fuel costs with a shoulder-shrug. “Without cheap diesel, I can’t get my products to the wholesale market.” The Ag Rep gave the trite line about how farmers should receive more money from the government so they could continue farming in the same way.
Next conversation occured between my Philipino co-worker and a student from the Carribean. They were comparing all the wonderful tropical fruits from their respective home countries. Boy, I was jealous as they described mangoes so honey sweet that it hurt your teeth! Food was purchased fresh every day at the markets; they hardly ever ate reheated or frozen leftovers. Here in the States, “everything is fried” and they can’t go pick fruit just anywhere. No wonder my co-worker is battling type-2 diabetes.
This morning I read a chapter from The One Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka. [One of my favorite-ever books!] Here is what jumped out at me:
The other farmers in my neighborhood realize that they are working very hard only to end up with nothing in their pockets. The feeling is growing that there is nothing strange about growing natural food products, and the producers are ready for a change to farming without chemicals. But until natural food can be distributed locally, the average farmer will worry about not having a market in which to sell his produce.
As for the consumer, the common belief has been that natural food should be expensive. If it is not expensive, people suspect that it is not natural food. One retailer remarked to me that no one would buy natural produce unless it is priced high.
I still feel that natural food should be sold more cheaply than any other. Several years ago I was asked to send the honey I gathered in the citrus orchard and the eggs laid by the hens on the mountain to a natural food store in Tokyo. When I found out that the merchant was selling them at extravagant prices, I was furious. I knew that a merchant who would take advantage of his customers in that way would also mix my rice with other rice to increase the weight, and that it, too, would reach the customer at an unfair price. I immediately stopped all shipments to that store.
If a high price is charged for natural food, it means that the merchant is taking excessive profits. Furthermore, if natural foods are expensive, they become luxury foods and only rich people are able to afford them.
I will never enter the Health Food Store with the same mindset again.
Do you see the dichotomy? Local farmers are languishing because they depend on national wholesalers and fluctuating fuel prices. We are dependent on the retailers to bring the food from the wholesalers to us. All the while, we are getting royally screwed both in the quality and cost of our daily bread.
Local, good quality food should be cheap enough for Wal-Mart Moms. I don’t want to pay $10 for an on-sale Fran’s Fryer frozen chicken. I don’t want to pay $8 for ‘organic’ milk from cows 800 miles away. And I certainly don’t want to pay $3 for 5 pounds of flour from wheat that could have been milled down the street and grown 5 miles from here.
The ‘natural foods’ vendors are not doing us any favors, at all. They are just the same mask-and-gun middlemen like the yellow-smiley faced dudes. What we really need are more good “do-nothing” farmers, small butchers, grain mills, dairies, bakers, and local markets!! And fast…
