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Ottawa Citizen / Saturday, July 27, 2002
Byline: Julia Elliott / Source: The Ottawa Citizen
This story
requires a couple of confessions. First, I have never bought
an organic vegetable. Second, before I arrived at Bryson Farms
west of Shawville, Quebec - where organic is the only game
on 20 acres - I downed a Jersey Milk chocolate bar for lunch.
Am I a sugar maniac? No. Was I defying the healthy ethic of
organic? Maybe.
Whatever,
after I tasted an organic strawberry smoothie in a modest
farm house on Bryson Farms, I was ready to walk its fields
until my thongs caked with wet clay loam.
Stuart
Collins, who with Terry Stewart operates the farm, was my
guide, and a real trouper. When I inadvertently walked on
a row of vegetables, the former Texas civil lawyer pointed
this out - quietly. When I drilled him about the weeds - white
cockle, scotch grass and lamb's quarters - that flourish with
no chemical foes, he mused that the article would focus on
weeds, with only a sidebar on the farm's bountiful collection
of some 1,100 organic vegetables.
This,
however, I could not do. I couldn't ignore the banana-shaped
tomatoes, 50 varieties of heirloom potatoes (including fingerlings
- those tiny potatoes that dress fancy restaurant plates),
beans, carrots, cauliflower, kohlrabi (all in purple, my favorite
color), patty-pan squash so small they looked like exotic
buttons, pink celery, and 120 varieties of baby leaf salad
greens including arugula - a vegetable that Stewart, a former
20 year agricultural adviser with the Ontario Ministry, was
unaware of before the operation got going. Many of the farm's
vegetables are miniature, grown for their easy use.
Nature's
whims play a major role here. Tomatoes and special salad greens
grow in greenhouses, but Collins and Stewart grow most of
their veggies that old fashioned way, in open rows. Weather
worries are a constant, as are the weeds. Many get smothered
with thin, dark green plastic that stretches tightly around
plants like Saran Wrap. A cultivator, Rototiller and human
hands with a hoe snap the others.
Both in
their late 40s, Collins and Stewart got into organic farming
four years ago as an experiment. On the 500-acre farm where
Stewart grew up, they started with organic vegetables grown
from mainly organic seed or old seed imported from France,
Italy and elsewhere.
Organic
seed is simply seed from organic crops. Old seed is "seed
like your grandmother used to grow, that producers nowadays
do not grow because they're not as productive as the hybrid
varieties, or as easy to grow", explains Collins. Simply
put, old seed, much of which is organic, tastes great but
requires an onerous hunt to find.
On Saturdays,
Bryson Farms brings its flavours to the Organic Farmer's Market
at Parsifal School near Bank Street and Heron Road. The business
supplies several Ottawa dining tables, including those at
Rideau Hall and Juniper and Domus restaurants. Some 100 private
homes get the latest weekly produce left in coolers on a back
porch. This one-year old service, available during the winter
this year, offers various size baskets; one to feed two costs
$35.
Talking
about organic vegetables lacks something in the translation
if you can't taste them. So I chose two vegetables out of
the sea of exotics at Bryson Farms and took them home to kitchen.
I wanted to serve them to four dinners guests and together
determine the vegetables' rating on a "RAVE" meter.
That way I could find out if these organic veggies really
had an edge on taste.
First
I chose Golden beets. I liked their colour (a paler shade
of vermilion) and I liked their small size. Since they're
not much bigger than acorns, I didn't have to risk hurting
my hands cutting them into bite-sized pieces, and because
they were right out of the garden, I didn't have to peel any
thick skin.
I also
took along some Epicure potatoes grown from old seed dating
back to 1897; they looked like small white potatoes. Collins
encouraged me to take many more vegetables, but I drew the
line. I wanted to cook two veggies properly; more I could
not manage.
For advice,
I turned to the Bryson Farms Web site, www.brysonfarms.com,
and clicked on "great recipes". (Anyone who buys
organic vegetables seems attracted to recipes that demand
more than a sprinkling of salt and pepper and a butter dab.)
I chose "rosemary potatoes" and "baby beets
with beet greens".
Basically
the instructions for the potatoes were; Scrub; cut into 1/4
inch slices; spread on paper towels to remove starch; and
arrange slices barely touching, on a baking sheet with an
olive oil sheen. After painting a little more oil on the potato
slices, and topping them with a dash of salt, pepper and dried
rosemary, I popped the tray into the oven, which was preheated
to 400F. After about 35 minutes, the potatoes were done. The
RAVE meter rating? Good to very good, with a light uncomplicated
taste.
The beets
required more effort. I don't cook beets and only down the
odd beet pickle. Golden beets - without the bleeding of the
red variety - were a breeze to handle. The recipe called for
a scrub and steam until tender, about 15 minutes. After the
beets cooled, I slipped off the skins and tossed the beets
with a bit of olive oil, fresh lime juice, dill and cilantro.
Easy.
Dealing
with the beet greens was only a marginal challenge. I discarded
the stems and any bruised or torn leaves. Then I plunked them
into the steamer for five minutes and used them to line a
serving dish. I arraigned the beets in the middle.
At the
dinner table, everyone liked the beets. One guest felt they
were basic beets, while the rest spoke of a less strident,
sweeter taste when comparing the golden beet with the traditional
red. I fell into this camp, thinking of sweet parsnips - not
Jersey Milk chocolate bars - as I downed my little treat.
Julia
Elliott writes for Style Weekly
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