Saturday, July 2, 2011

Be Neighborly, Buy Local



A recent Facebook post inspired some passionate comments, and since I know a little about the subject, I thought I’d write about it. Someone in Colorado posted about how frustrated they were that local cherries cost so much at the farmers market.

Quality food, food that has been grown sustainably, food that is homemade, food that is shared with family and friends, has been my passion for fifteen years. This comment got me thinking about why Americans don’t like food. You’d think we did with America’s obese population and diet related illnesses.
But food, real food? No. We like fast food, processed food, a lot of food, food that doesn’t cost much. After all, we need the newest computer, phone, TV . . . you fill in the blank. We like fat-free food, even though it makes us fatter. We don’t like to cook. We don’t have the time. We really don’t want to give food a second thought. Most of us wouldn’t know what to do with a turnip if we got it for free! Probably wouldn’t want it either! But turnips are delicious if cooked right, and are healthy for you as well as the soil it grows in.

And why do we think we need so much meat in out daily diets? I used to think I needed meat at every meal! I have come to realize it’s the beef, pork, chicken and dairy associations, that have massive lobbying power, and whose farmers get subsidized, that make their way into our schools. So, from a very young age we are taught that we need it, and a lot of it. But, we don’t. The Asian population is an excellent example of healthy people who eat very little meat. I don’t think that they have ever created a cheese! Have they?
Diet related diseases are a “rich” man’s problem. Countries with affluent citizens suffer more from preventable diseases than third world countries, who have their backyard gardens and can’t afford meat.
When I had disposable income, I bought local and I bought organic. I was frustrated that processed food (anything that does not come directly from the ground, ocean, sky or a chicken’s va-jay-jay, especially things that come with lots of packaging and shelf life) was so much cheaper than fruits and vegetables. But, I didn’t feel it because I could afford to buy my organic products. 

Right now, my income is significantly less and I have felt the frustration of how cheap and easily accessible processed food is. I mean, for ten bucks you can “feed” a family of four at Taco Bell. Never mind that the ingredients are high calorie and of poor quality, creating the perfect environment for disease: obesity, diabetes, heart attacks, high cholesterol, high blood pressure and arthritis, to name a few. Many of these ingredients are man-made fillers that are unrecognizable to our body. This causes malnutrition and leaves our body craving something it can use.
When I moved here, I wanted to continue buying organic, but our health food store charged way more than I could afford. The fact that most of their produce is shipped here, added to the cost. 

Managing the Kauai Farmers Co-op CSA
Food found me anyway, and with very little effort became a source of income. I wanted to join a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) because I like supporting small, family farms and because I wouldn’t have to worry about buying veggies for six months. Dan and I ended up talking a 12-week course on organic farming from, Jillian Seals, the farmer of the CSA.

I love this picture of my teacher Jillian Seals, she is passionate about farming and in this picture she is stoked about the celery that took a long time and a lot of care to grow.
Then, Dan got a job at the health food store I mentioned above. Now, I write two weekly columns for the local paper. One profiles restaurants and food vendors. These vendors include a lady who makes jam, another who makes mead and a man who grows and makes chocolate—all use local produce. My other column profiles local farmers, something they grow—like avocadosthe season, a recipe, how to buy and store, health benefits, and which grocery stores, farmers markets and restaurants sell or use their produce.

Elieen, the Field Manager at Kauapea Farms, loves produce almost as much as she does people.
I have a relationship with one of the farmers Dan used to buy from. He sells me a week’s worth of produce at wholesale price, the same price the stores get, almost the same price he sells them at the farmers market. He adds extra because he has to spend his day loading the truck and selling his produce at market. I pay him weekly as, opposed to one large payment for a CSA. For $14.00, I get a box bursting with just harvested organic produce that lasts all week. 

Every week I interview farmers who work from sun up to sun down planting, weeding, harvesting and selling their food. They hardly make any money at it. It’s truly something they do for passion and not income, and they struggle to make ends meet. Sometimes, things like cherries are expensive because they take longer to grow, are difficult to harvest, and require a lot of care.
Big companies care about profit, so they buy as cheaply as possible and they have the money to buy in bulk. They buy from third world countries, because it costs less for them to have the produce shipped. Laborers who harvest this produce don’t get paid a livable wage and if it’s not organic, face health problems from being in constant contact with pesticides and chemical fertilizers.
It’s cheaper to carelessly dump toxic fertilizers and pesticides into our land, rivers and oceans. Corporate farms mono crop. This means they only grow one thing. There is no diversity. Acres of broccoli require fertilizers to feed them and pesticides to protect them.

At a diversified farm, broccoli grows next to tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, radish and so on. This diversity not only protects the farmer incase one of these crops fail, but makes the plants stronger. 

Sustainable simply means giving as much as you take. If you take, take, take from the environment, eventually the land won’t support you even when you pump feeble plants full of fertilizer and pesticides. 

Organic farmers strive to create bio-diversity. This means a whole “city” of bugs living in the soil. Worms keep the soil loose and add nutrients via their waste. One of the best forms of compost is worm compost. Other bugs, like wasps, eat harmful bugs. Some, like bees, pollinate. There is a whole, fragile ecosystem that works together, creating a circle of life that supports itself at each stage.

Nandanie and John Wooten, Wootens Produce of Kauai

When soil has been depleted of the necessary nutrients (that transfer to you when you eat them) for plants to thrive, the system breaks down, and crops die. 

Exotic fruit grower Brad Smith
Farmers work hard, organic farmers work harder. Organic farmers make their own compost, hand till, hand plant, hand weed and hand harvest. Some even save their own seeds to use next season. They create their own fertilizers using natural materials like bird feathers, known as feather meal, designed specifically to nourish the patch of soil they grow on. Healthy soil means healthy plants. Plants that have the strength to naturally fight off pests.

Ned and Marta of Moloa`a Organica`a

Many of the farmers I interview grow using organic techniques, but are not certified organic. The word organic has become a marketing buzz word since corporations latched onto the bandwagon. This has resulted in lax rules that do not protect land and life, as originally intended. 

Lisa and Sun of One Song
There is no way every Walmart can be supplied on a regular basis (because we like to have that tomato when we want it, even if it’s out of season and flown in from 2000 miles away) without mono cropping vast amounts of land. The only way to do that is using tractors to sow (using fuel, spewing pollutants), and chemicals to feed and protect.

Exotic Fruit grower Adelle Sher
Science tried to make it easier for these farmers by creating genetically modified organisms. These GMO plants are resistant to pests. At first glance, this is good right? It minimizes the use of pesticides, saves the farmer money. Well, you need to use Round Up ready fertilizers and pesticides because, again, mono cropping is not sustainable. GMO plants are grown on a large scale to feed the hungry processed food beast as well as its use in making plastic, clothes and fuel. Along with the creation of GMOs, came the ability to patent life.

Herd Manager Valerie Kaneshiro
There are also “suicide” plants. Meaning they don’t make fertile seeds. But just like in Jurassic Park, life will find a way. GMO seeds are decimating farms in Mexico that have used heirloom seeds for generations. Their diverse crops are being slowly eliminated by GMOs

Ben and Colette of Kolo Kai Organic Farm



I could write an essay on this, there is so much more to the story. But this is a blog. Just know that your food purchases matter more now than ever. America and the world over has sustained itself by small family farms since agriculture was first cultivated in 7000 BC originating in Egypt, Western Asia and India. It is only recently that major corporations have total control over the global food supply. For example, did you know there are three companies that control the world’s fish supply? Not including, of course, the handful of small, family fishermen who feed their community one fish at a time. 

Taro farmer Adam Asquith with children Nihi and Sean
Buying local contributes three times more to the local economy. The best way to create a relationship with a farmer is to visit the farmers market. Farmers are passionate about what they grow and are happy explain what to do with unfamiliar fruits and veggies. Experiment, eat with the seasons, and make meal time something the family can enjoy together. 

Levi and Kristin of Lono Farm

Sunday, June 26, 2011


I just love this shot that Dan took!
I have just a few minutes before we have to leave, so I apologize if this seems rushed and lacking detail. This morning I am doing an interview for a new restaurant across the street from the county jail (East side of island) called The Jailhouse. That’s not the reason for the name, it’s because it’s an Irish pub and the owners work in the justice system. They put released convicts to work there, helping to reintegrate them into the community.
This is by the falls near our home
At 3:30 we will drive to Koloa (South side) to interview the owner of a new Mexican food truck. He is from Mexico and I have interviewed him before. It was when I first got this job and he managed Pizzetta in Koloa. My folks got to come on that one. The menu looks awesome for both, so I’m looking forward to it!
The view from Tetchie's house

I’ve been making an effort to get out more, before my social skills completely deteriorate! This week we had dinner at our friend Tetchie’s house. She is Filipino and made us a wonderful Filipino meal that included lumpia (like egg rolls) and carne adovada. I asked her why so many Filipino words and dishes were Spanish and she didn’t know. I’ll have to look it up, unless one of you guys know. 
Right above the falls
Saturday morning I volunteered for the Mayor-A-Thon. It’s a free event put on by the county where the mayor encourages fitness. 500 people walked, ran or biked the costal trail in Kapaa and there was entertainment and breakfast afterward. I had interviewed Marie of Sweet Marie’s gluten-free bakery last week. She served three types of frittatas (Italian omelets): Veggie with roasted red bell pepper, broccoli, onions and potato; chicken sausage, potato and onion, or plain. She told me she used 80 cartons of eggs! She also served muffins and fresh fruit. I helped her serve the hungry participants.
This picture was taken at a farm while I was interviewing a farmer
Fourth of July weekend, we will be trying to quit smoking again! On the 6th, I am going to start seeing a personal trainer. I figure this will help me, stay off sickerettes (thanks Debi), get me out of the house, meet people and hopefully lose a good 40 pounds. The inactivity due to writing plus eating at restaurants (for work of course) has put on the pounds! I saw a picture of me from the Mayor-A-Thon and was shocked!
Me at the Mayor-A-Thon, Marie is right next to me. A tiny, lil thing for a baker! I hate always being the biggest person!

Dan is dropping his weight. In the two weeks he’s worked at his new job, he’s done 7 hiking tours. That’s 7 days of hiking with a 50 pound pack on his back! He’s really tired, and I have him working today on his day off, but he is extremely happy. 
This is John, one of the people on Dan's tour. He's Air Force, working at Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado.

He makes great tips so we are using that money for living (gas and stuff) and the checks go straight into the bank. Looks like we’ll finally be able to start saving!
The is a dragon fruit flower, it's about 18 inches long! Can't wait for the fruit!

Aloha!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Cabin Fever


I finally realized I could make these pictures bigger! Sorry for the tiny ones from the past. This panoramic shot at Maha`ulepu Beach was taken with Dan's wide angle lens, the actual image is 50x20 inches. It took 9 shots stitched together to get it. Now I understand why it's so hard to capture the immense beauty when your an amateur!
Happy Father's day to my wonderful and loving father! I'm so glad you're my papa and appreciate the gifts you have given me, especially the gift of the love of nature.
Some kids contemplating jumping off Kipu Falls, the one in the yellow shirt finally did. The other one sat there dipping his hand in the spring water and looking below.
Dan just finished his first week at the photo tour company. It went great, it’s almost like he’s been doing it for years. He has become fast friends with the other two tour guides, both half his age. The owners were pleased that he got back to the shop on time, most first timers come in an hour to two hours late. He’s enjoying showing people around, teaching them how to get a shot, grabbing shots himself, and being out on the island.

He did two EZ Tours, where you get out, take some shots, and get back in the van. hitting an average of 12 locations. He also did two hiking tours which involves some steep terrain, hitting about 7 locations. He figures he hikes up hill for about 4 miles when it’s all said and done, and then, of course the 4 miles downhill. All with a 50 pound backpack. He’s been a little tired, a little sore, but he expects to be in tip top shape soon. He’s been an avid hiker for longer than I’ve known him, so it feels good for him to hike again.
Rope swing at Kipu Falls. Dan composited the shots so you can see the whole trajectory.
He told me he’s the happiest he’s been since moving here and it shows! Everyday he comes home full of energy, good will and happiness. After he animatedly tells me about his day, he gets to work. He checks out all the shots he took and starts making the choice ones pretty for his blog

Monday after work, Dan met me at a gluten-free bakery for my Tastes of Kauai column. We spent about an hour and a half there before he got to come home. As I made dinner, he processed photos and wrote up his blog.
Looking west at Maha`ulepu Beach
Wednesday after work, he pulled his moped into the garage where I was waiting. Rinsed off his feet and off we left to interview a farmer on the North shore. We were supposed to go to a “green drinks” social mixer, up north a little further, but we were running about an hour late so we stopped for a sunset shot instead. He took me down a steep incline that they do on the hiking tours. A beautiful spot with a view of Hanalei Bay, I never noticed before! He’s been busy, but loving it!
Looking east
Meanwhile, I have been going stir crazy. Being a full time writer means I spend a lot of time alone, at home. Dan came to my rescue and took me to some places he does for the tour. They were on the South shore because it looked like rain up north. Dan processed these shots from the day for me to post here. 
The beautiful, lacy lava is as sharp as glass!
First, we went to Kipu Falls and while he took shots, I wrote about it for the travel agency. It’s so nice to be able to spend they day together “working”, and doing the things we like while seeing the island. Folks were jumping off the 30 foot fall into the pool below. Men, women, children, even grandpas! There was also a rope for people to swing out on. 
I asked Dan to pretend like I was a client and show me how to get a technically correct shot of this exploded lava bubble. They were everywhere. I wish I could dig one out, take it home and use it as a planter!
Standing on the edge of a sandy trail looking 20 feet below.


Then we went to Maha`ulepu Beach. It looks like an alien world with jagged, lava cliffs and blow holes. The South shore is dryer than the North, so it reminded me of the Mediterranean. Plus, in the summer, the swells are bigger on the South shores. Huge waves crashed on 40 foot sea cliffs, pounding out the underneath so they arched. The waves sent sprays higher than the cliff, which we were on, looking down into the ocean. We were walking on top of those etched out cliffs, and huge currents of air, booming sound and misty sprays came from the blowhole beneath our feet. It felt like I was in Yellowstone, like I was on primitive planet.
This is one of the cooler looking blow holes. There is a slight fog in the center, that's because of the mist from the ocean below, so cool!

It was an amazing day and I felt revitalized, and happy to be reminded of why we moved here and happy to have a husband who not only knows how to get me out of a funk, but knows some killer places to take me!

Dan is so stealthy, I didn't even realize he got this shot of me! Of course I was completely absorbed in the beauty, sound and the joy of writing about the place.
Aloha! I’m off to the laundry mat.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Past Came Knocking


I remember when I first moved here, everyone asked for more pictures in my posts. The publications I write for want first rights to Dan's pictures and rightly so. Plus, he has his blog where he posts a new picture every day.  I don't have any pictures for mine, so I am borrowing ones from his blog.
I spoke with my old friend John for about four hours yesterday. Luckily, we both have iPhones so we didn’t completely use up our minutes! He and I used to work together as editors, and since we left, he has become a manager. 
At first we spoke about his upcoming trip to Kauai in July. He and his wife will be spending 8 days on our lovely island, their first time to Hawaii and their first real vacation in seven years. We are excited to be able to give them an insiders view of our paradise!
We moved onto the subject of “luxury” items. When we were in Colorado, Dan and I were spinning round and round on life’s hamster wheel, striving for the American Dream. Trying to move up the corporate ladder, spending as much money as we made. Saving only in the form of a 401k, furnishing our home, fixing our yard up and relishing in short lived weekends and vacations. Luxury was having health insurance, a beautiful home, a big TV, two new cars; all the Good Stuff.
What we didn’t have was time. Time to let life in. To make connections.  We were too busy, too anchored by all the stuff to live moment by moment. We had to strive for more as a personal challenge and to pay for our lifestyle. 
Our new luxury item is time. The island works at its own pace and that pace is slow. When we first got here, we were frustrated by that pace and we aimed to change things. Slowly, the island changed us. We move slower and we like it. No more heart racing, pulse pumping “we have to get there now or we’re going to be late!” mentality.
I realized I have become a more patient person. I have learned to “let go and let god.” I believe if I do my best, the rest will be taken care of in ways I could never imagine. I believe this because this is what is happening. I’m an “it is what it is, live and let live” kind of girl now.
The conversation was cathartic for me. John is my good friend and he has always been an active and caring listener. He has heard me vent about my frustrations so many times, I am now embarrassed. When I started talking about why we left, I started getting angry. I didn’t realize how angry until he had to interrupt my rant to place his take out order inside a restaurant. I was so caught up in that past drama, I didn’t even realize he had gotten into his car and drove anywhere! Don’t worry, he uses a headset.
That interruption made me pause, and in that short time I realized how angry I still was about working there. I apologized when he got back on and we made our way to the changes he has made since being a manager and the difficulty he faces, mostly from his coworkers. John has always had a kind and compassionate heart, that’s one of the things I love about him. I remember years before he got the job, he was reading books and articles on how successful businesses were managed. Maybe he knew he was going to be a manager, he never said anything about it, and I thought he was just interested in how successful businesses did it. 
He said when he got the job, his coworkers teased him about his new clothes. It stung, but he shrugged it off (because that’s what he does) and tried to make the best of it. They challenged him to remain friends, to not be taken over by the dreaded Manager Slime. But, they broke the bond first. When he tried to join them for lunch, just like he had been doing for the past 10 years, they teased him. “What? Is it OK that you sit with us lower people?” It made him so uncomfortable, he doesn’t do it anymore.
When we got off the phone I felt bad about spending so much time complaining about the past, but I was glad to hear the changes he is making: no more 8 a.m. roll call for one. I went to bed wondering about how much anger I still had inside me for that place.
This morning I realized that the reason I had such a hard time is not because I was bad at my job, which deep down I knew since I always got good reviews. The lack of leadership, managers who are not unified and an (unconscious?) desire to set their staff up for failure is what made my time so hard there. The commonality between the managers is ego, that’s it. Everything was ego driven. Every manager looked out for himself, and gave the people they liked, and the people who were in their proximity, the “promotions.”*

I cared about my work, I cared about the company and I cared about my career. I was reliable, dedicated and hard working. When the company began to migrate to a different platform, I came in on my days off to learn it. When I told the director of the department he asked me “Why did you do that? Wouldn’t you have preferred to walk your dogs instead?” 
I was stunned but I didn’t let that stop me. I continued to invest my free time into becoming proficient in a complex, half-a-million dollar edit bay. I still got nowhere and four other guys got “promoted” into those positions. My friends, sensing my frustration, suggested it was a clear case of sexual discrimination. I didn’t want to believe it. I was so frustrated, I began applying for lower paying jobs within the company. Company policy meant that I had to tell my boss what I was doing. When he asked why, I told him. I said I couldn’t figure it out, it made no sense. An editor with 20 years in the industry, and 10 at that company, should not have this problem. When I told him what my friends thought, he took it to HR.
The director got demoted and I began a new campaign. I sent out emails to all the producers asking them to book me on the weekends (again, on my time) and my boss began telling me my name frequently came up in manager meetings, and that I “was the poster child for editors who wanted to move into DS,” the high end edit bays. 
My boss designed a new DS edit bay but was different from the rest. It was a self contained unit. The entire process; off-line editing, finish editing and audio sweetening, could be done in there. He didn’t think of me when it came time to staff it. I immediately asked for a new manager because this, to me, was a betrayal. Especially after what happened by his instigation. It was obvious that he didn’t have my best interest at heart. The new director called a meeting between the three of us, and when I told my boss that I felt betrayed, he didn’t understand.
Meanwhile editors who had less time in the field, editors who had less time on the box and editors who had been banished to the night shift because of drunken tardiness got “promoted.” (To the editor to who I am referring, I love you dearly. Until the day I die I will love you, you are one of my best friends, but it is what it is.)
One weekend morning I was complaining about this to Dan. Please understand, this happened over a course of five years and it became my life. I started doubting myself as an editor, and as a good person. I started blaming myself, and was riddled with self doubt. Dan said I should talk to a different manager, the one who was in charge of the video bays. He suggested I stroke his ego because that’s how he deals with him. He said tell him “You’re the man! You are in charge of all these edit bays. Your the one who has the power to make these decisions.”
 The very next day I was booked in DS! It was bittersweet. After all those years and all that struggle I got what I wanted. What started out in my mind as a natural progression from an outdated platform to a modern one, became a single minded goal. The victory seemed dirty. It seemed like it wasn’t mine.
Was I the best editor there? No. Was I the grumpiest editor there? No. Were there grumpy and mediocre editors in DS? Yes. There was nothing wrong with me. 
Obviously, Dan felt the same way even though he was the “lead editor.” We had different situations but the common theme was that we weren’t being heard. Which means we were not human beings but numbers on a spreadsheet, another notch on a managers belt. So, we decided to level our lives.
That conversation, and having my friend John, who is now a manager, listen, was a gift. I can write this and I am no where near as mad as I was yesterday. My pulse has quickened but I feel detached. The anger has been released and I can look for the lessons. The first being: When it doesn’t feel right, when you have to try too hard, when you feel like you are not being heard, move on.  Life is too short.
The conversation allowed me to release the bitter feelings I had and opened me up to appreciate the good things that came my way by working there; friendships, personal and professional growth and the money to start over.
Now, my “luxury” item is living. Really living, feeling and connecting to people. I also get to do something I am passionate about, and get paid for it. And, of course, I live in paradise! Everything turns out better when you listen to your heart.
* These positions were an elevation in status only, no pay or title was received by obtaining this level.