The number of home brewing posts on this blog (or lack thereof) is shameful. But I have a confession to make--I haven't brewed beer in a while. And when I did, I was a dabbler. I went to homebrewer's association meetings and events but you wouldn't find me posting on the Beer Advocate about all-grain clones or how to make a kegerator but I've made a few batches of easy Ales and that was it as far as my experience went.

I moved to Brooklyn and realized that I wouldn't have the space for storing carboys so I just let the hobby fall to the wayside. It never advanced beyond that. When I think of all of the beer I've consumed that someone else made, I feel the sting of failure quite clearly.

Recently, things have changed. I've got friends who love brewing and have all of the gear for it and a boyfriend with an encouraging desire to learn. I'm back on the home brew train again. Only this time, I'm rolling with some serious beer nerds so I'll be forced to expand my very basic working knowledge of the craft. I'm really looking forward to it.

First, we've got Jerry, who the folks that attended my Backyard Farming Bootcamp got to brew a batch of Edmund Fitzgerald Porter with in between lessons in lotion making and chicken handling. He's been brewing for some time and has a very relaxed approach to it. He's like one of those people who throws a bunch of stuff in a pot without measuring and it comes out delicious. He knows the rules and so he can break 'em with some level of comfort.

(Jerry bottling some home brewed porter)

Then there is Tom (insert Tom & Jerry jokes here) who is probably more enthusiastic about beer than anyone I know. He's a more regimented and organized brew dude. He also has strong opinions, which is a quality I value.

Neil, the loving and loyal boyfriend, has a nice big sponge-like brain and is good at babysitting bubbling carboys, wiping the explosions off of the ceiling (he's tall). He's going to be the sanitation expert, I can already tell. He can often be found vigorously scrubbing all of the gear in the bathtub after a day long session.

Me, well...I think I'll probably spend most of the time documenting the affair, asking questions and sampling. Maybe participating in the brainstorming and providing ingredients like honey and flavoring elements. I most recently provided some Newton Farm heirloom squash for a batch of Amber Ale with Kabocha and Buttercup and honey for bottling the EF Porter.

It'll be a group effort which always makes it more fun. We've got two batches in this month, and I'm hoping to get two batches started each month through the chilly months.

So, bear with me folks. The home brewing posts are coming. It's getting cold out and my cozy kitchen is perfect for brewing and hanging so I have a feeling you all are going to be in for some drunken beer posts all winter long.

There have been whispers of late at Jewel Street Paradise. Questions mostly, perhaps head shaking but certainly what seems to me like a quiet disdain. Maybe it was the rabbits, perhaps the worm bin and bales of hay in the basement. Perhaps it was the round of questioning from me regarding the homemade detergent that I thought had disappeared (it was only moved, my fault)... whatever it was, it seems that I've finally reached a point where the people I share a house with no longer completely understand my motivation to live a certain way. Beekeeping, raising livestock, gardening and self-sufficiency are usually done in roomy locales for good reason. I've done the best job I can to be conscientious, cleaning up the bits of straw that find their way to everywhere and tidying the yard on a daily basis, but what I see as perfection is seen as a blight by others. But the road goes both ways. I see grotesqueness where others see beauty, too.

And you know what-- that's ok. I've never wanted any of this to be a situation where people are expected bend to my ideologies or adapt to my lifestyle. Of course you sort of hope that it inspires people and they want to be part of it, but the truth is, not everyone's head is in the same place as mine. Some people just want things simple, uncomplicated. Everything in it's correct place so it needn't be worried about. When many people share that place, you've got to contend with the fact that little annoyances will mount up and become big problems in our minds, disrupting the flow of normal day-to-day thought. I've been on the other side of things, getting miffed over people making noise or not composting "right" or fussing with my laundry. None of them being particularly serious issues, but I let them get to me and they taint my experience of home. That's on me. I can't let resentment take me. None of us should allow it. It's a big challenge but simply, it's part of the deal when you live here. You just have to adjust to being around people, with all of their greatness and foibles, constantly.

Five years into living in Brooklyn and I am just starting to truly understand what that means. You are never really alone. Not everyone wants beer bottles and brewing equipment taking up living space. Not everyone finds the smell of a smoldering smoker romantic. Not everyone wants to wake to the sound of a chicken celebrating their daily egg. A few of us revel in it. But many do not. You've got to think about these things constantly if you want to get along.

But I won't complain, I've been very fortunate. I butt heads with the people I live with seldomly, and never to any extreme. They are all very accommodating and for their part they seem to enjoy some aspects of our little urban homestead. If they are put off by something, I am usually pretty good about reading between the lines and trying to improve the situation. I do the best I can. I want everyone to be happy. I want to be happy. It is our home. Sometimes I think it's all we've got.

I should thank my neighbors more often. I think that if they knew that I appreciated them for what they do and don't do perhaps they would simply say to themselves "Oh, that crazy Meg!" (I don't think of myself as crazy) when I bring home donated bus tubs of insect larvae for the chickens or a leaking bag of spent grains instead of possibly silently resenting it. After all, it's in part because of them that all of it is what it is.

What is "it"? It is home and we share it. It needs protecting too, even if it is from myself. We all look to this place as a sanctuary and it is so needed. I've got to figure out how to keep everyone happy, without having to sacrifice my way of life. If I don't have this, I don't have anything.

This fall I've decided to open up my home to New Yorkers interested in the possibilities of backyard food production and self reliance. I'm offering an intensive, all day course on "backyard homesteading" on Sunday, September 25th from 9 a.m.-5.p.m.

Some of the topics that will be covered are:

-Raised Bed Gardening (building beds, planning and maintenance)
-Foraging and Wild Edibles
-Composting
-Raising Chickens
-Beekeeping
-Pickling, Canning and other forms of food preservation
-DIY Cleaning and Body Products with Liz Neves of Raganella
-Homebrewing with Jerry Madden of Tipsy Parson

and we will touch on other topics such as rainwater collection, rooftop gardening, root cellaring, vermicomposting and making your own household cleaning and body products.

I'll be serving coffee and homemade donuts in the am and I'll provide lunch and beers/Cheerwine cocktails in the afternoon. Students will get to leave with some great books from my publisher, packets of seeds, a couple bottles of homebrew and preserved items to enjoy. The cost of materials is included in the Eventbrite ticket price.

Please spread the word! It's going to be so much fun!

xo,
Meg

(Aaaagggghhh!)

I need some contributors! I'm crazy busy for the next couple of months with class prep and paying writing gigs and I would love it if anyone out there would like to contribute any beekeeping, canning, animal husbandry, home brewing, pickling, whatevah-whatevah content. I'll kiss yr butt. Or give you some eggs and honey or something. Please, just do me a solid. I don't want this blog to be just about me. I'm boring.

So, if you are reading this and have got some fun urban-homesteader-y stuff going on and have a basic understanding of the English language and how computers "go" GET AT ME!

<3M

If you are reading this right now, you've probably gathered as much. I live in Brooklyn, grow vegetables, fruits, keep bees on my rooftop and raise a small flock of hens for eggs. I compost, grow mushrooms, make pickles and can, organize meat shares from local farms with my neighbors and food swaps with my community members. It's a way of life that places emphasis on self-reliance but more importantly it exemplifies a true sense of community and the spirit of generosity.

There is a family in California who apparently doesn't see that side of the movement and has trademarked the terms "Urban Homesteading", "Urban Homestead" and "Freedom Gardens" among others. Boy, howdy are urban gardeners, livestock enthusiasts, beekeepers, home-cooks and farmers across the land PISSED! Letters similar to "cease & desist" have been circulated to organizations, bloggers and writers forcing them to remove those terms from their work and have even suggested alternative nomenclature (Ballsy!). A simple google search might help you locate it. It's shocking and sad and negates all of the good work this family has done.

If this seems ridiculous to you and you want to find ways to fight this trademark, join the Facebook page Take Back Urban Home-steading.

I also encourage folks that are moved to act against these trademarks to do so in a mature and constructive matter. Name-calling, shit-slinging and threats are unnecessary so just don't do it.

That being said, let's take it back! "Urban Homesteading" for ALL!

<3 M

When I mention to folks that I keep bees, grow vegetables and have a small flock of hens that produce the best eggs ever, all in the backyard of my Brooklyn home, they seem surprised and a little confused. "Why don't you just go live on a farm somewhere instead of the city. It seems like you'd be happier there, no?"

It's an honest question, but there is a big difference between what I am doing and being a real farmer. Truth be told, I consider myself a glorified gardener. I am a hobbyist. My activities certainly haven't resulted in a salary, health benefits and 401k. Hell, I'd be happy if I made minimum wage working in my backyard. That would be pretty cool.

The reason why I started to involve myself is some of the most un-NYCentric activities started before I even lived here. I gardened a lot in my hometown of Baltimore, MD. My ex was a Zen practitioner and through him I learned that laboring outdoors can be one of the easiest ways to get out of your own head. Random "thoughting" was a big issue for me and I'd find myself dwelling on negative aspects of my life or just drifting off into some dream world to get a moments peace. Gardening brought me back to Earth literally and figuratively and gave me a sense of control over my emotional well-being. It became a tool in healing my own mind and heart, but didn't hurt that you got to experience food in it's most vibrant and lively state.

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