A Year of Re-skilling (2010-2014)

2011: A Year of Re-skilling

I’ve always sought out opportunities to learn practical skills. Perhaps it’s because I “survived” Y2K and became acutely aware, as a young adult, that I had little to offer in a post-Apocalyptic world. When I’m hammering at the wall of the commune, rampaging hooligans bearing down behind me, what can I shout up to the turrets that will open the gate and let me in? “I know html!” Not likely.

This desire to be practically useful (and less helpless) inspired me to take a quilting class when I was 18, to learn to make mozzarella and ricotta after reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle in 2008, and to eagerly install the shower in my first home.

Then, in October 2010, I was invited to participate in a sauerkraut-making workshop. The instructor, Holly Howe, helped me and four other newbies each make our own jar of sauerkraut. After the event I sped home, empowered and excited: I made two more jars of sauerkraut that night, and signed up for the next two workshops. It’s exhilarating to learn how to do something. Especially something that has always seemed remote and mysterious. We’re so used to buying our processed jars of sauerkraut and jam, to letting other people fix our vehicles or our health problems.

And it’s kind of sad to have to actively relearn the skills that our grandparents dismissed as “basic.”

Why (Re)Learn Basic Skills?

Can you change a tire? Do you know how to grow tomatoes from seed? Most North American adults are surprisingly inept, when it comes to basic skills. The Industrial Age took away our need to do things for ourselves. The Information Age assures us that our lost knowledge is only a YouTube search away, so why bother to learn it now. But today, post-recession, sales of home canning equipment are climbing. “Re-skilling” workshops are emerging in North American communities. We’ve started to notice that our grandparents are aging, and we better (re)learn the skills they’re teaching, before it’s too late.

After the sauerkraut workshop, I wanted more empowerment. I wanted to add more Apocalypse-proof skills to my resume. So I invited 14 other women to join me in a project: let’s learn a new skill every month for a year. We’ll meet in January 2011 to brainstorm what we want to learn. And by 2012, we’ll be that much more empowered, more capable, more confident and amazed at our own amazing-ness.

 

Start reading:

Finding the Re-skillers

August 2008

Monday, August 4, 2008 – The Official Drink of Makaria Farm

I realized the other day that our strawberry farm might not be a coincidence, given that Brock’s favourite alcoholic beverage is a strawberry daiquiri. I confronted/reminded Brock, and we immediately drove to the liquor store to buy some rum.

#

Sunday, August 10, 2008 – Farm Fest 2008

Hugs and strawberries to all the wonderful people who visited us this weekend for our first ever farm party! The weather was shitty, which meant I couldn’t roast marshmallows like I’d planned, but we managed to fit everyone into our tiny home and ate a LOT of good, fresh farm food. My favourite part was the guitar & harmonica singalong. Thank you so much for coming and filling our house with happy times! Brock and I have been working our asses off this year, and it was a pleasure to be able to share our farm with the people we love.

Some highlights:
– collecting eggs with Kyle, Adrian and Shoshanah
– herding runaway hens with Sho
– strawberries with chocolate and kahlua whipped cream for dessert
– the roasted veggies, with Russian Blue potatoes from our farm neighbours
– Brock and the Cutler boys singing Rap Trax II songs in the dark, once we were tucked in and going to sleep
– yummy WINE, contributed by the Chalifour clan, Adrian, and Dan & Steve Cutler
– breakfast the next morning: fresh eggs, Cowichan Valley bacon, spelt flour bread (made while drunk, post-party), taters from the fields, and Sho’s french toast with fresh strawberries and leftover kahlua whipped cream
– the odour of our neighbour’s fields, freshly sprayed with manure tea
– Janene’s Martha-Stewart-quality cupcakes
– many, many farm tours as guests arrived
– Sho and Steve eating raw kohlrabi in the fields
– the Xtreme radishes (such a small veggie, such a lot of kick)
– the tomato, basil and mozzarella plate

Sunday, August 24, 2008 – To market, to market

We’ve been selling all our veggies, eggs and strawberries through our farm gate, our Harvest Box Program (CSA) and our mailing list orders, so when yesterday came and we were supposed to be at the Duncan Farmers Market, we had nothing ready to pick and sell. I’ve been half-wanting to stop going to the market, since we sell out by 11am and then I just stand around for 3 hours — time that I could be working on the farm. So we decided to set up our booth, with a table and a sign apologizing to our regulars, and then just sell from the farm Saturday. It worked REALLY well. Hopefully we haven’t alienated anyone who came just to purchase from us!

Harvest Share bags, ready to be picked up.

We’ve found that, if we have or expect a large harvest, we can just put out highways signs and we’ll have a steady stream of customers until we take the signs down. Doing this, we sold out between 2pm-6pm. Since we didn’t start selling until after noon, we were able to have a nice breakfast together, putter around in the veggie patch, pet the rabbits, and generally enjoy our Saturday morning. Then we put the signs out and picked berries and visited with our customers for the afternoon.

Aside from developing our sales techniques, we’re also busy these days figuring out our expansion plans for 2009. We’ve found that there is an almost ceaseless demand for high-quality, local, organic produce. We believe we’ll be able to sell as much as we can grow, since we can always expand to restaurants, B&Bs, retail outlets, and numerous other local farmer’s markets in the area (or just start attending the one we originally signed up for . . .). The problem is what we can physically do, since preparing the soil, planting, weeding and harvesting all take so much time. We have lots of options here too: hire WWOOFers (Willing Workers on Organic Farms), hire part-time labour, develop some sort of “u-pick” option, etc. Another crucial component: cost. Sure, we know we can sell tonnes of blueberries, but at $5-8/plant that adds up quickly. We’d love to offer meat birds, beef cows and turkeys, but that means investing in housing, feed and the stock animals. Ha ha — I just had a whole new understanding of “what comes first – the chicken (which you have to buy, feed and house) or the egg (which you can sell)?”

All in all, it takes a lot of thinking and figuring out what we want our farm to become. Luckily, it’s raining today, so we can’t pick strawberries (they’d rot): instead, we can sit inside and drink tea and make big, exciting plans for the future . . .

Brock gives our first ever sweet corn cob a thumbs up of approval.

Heather McLeod is a mystery writer based in British Columbia, Canada.