When I heard about the two ladies who were opening up a farm-to-fork restaurant in our tiny town, I decided almost instantly that it would be the place for me. I had been cooking at the local watering hole, which was perfectly fine, but involved more burger flipping and deep frying than I would have liked. It was also just a job for me, not something my heart was really into. I wanted something more creative, more tied to the community, and more in line in with my own values in regards to sustainability, local economy and agriculture.
Enter Pam and Leslee. Both farmers themselves, they had run various projects in the past, including a pop-up farm-to-fork cafe. The next level was to build a full-time restaurant, using all of their ties in the local agriculture scene, and craft producers, to make a hub where the community could get together, enjoy it's own food, and support it's own producers. Needless to say, I signed up instantly.
They had already started renovating the 100 year old farm house, which overlooks the ferry dock, Seattle and Mt. Rainier (and is only two miles from our house!) into a restaurant, installing a commercial hood, a monster of an oven, and landscaping the back yard into an al fresco paradise. I showed up with two weeks to go before the soft opening and started making myself as useful as possible.
Four months in, it's been an amazing experience. We work together to make a new menu every week, changing things as the season dictates, or as the whim strikes us. Farmers show up in pick up trucks with fresh vegetables for us, my neighbor sells us goat and rabbit, the local brewery sends us kegs, even the liquor comes from our little peninsula! It's extremely gratifying work that brings with it a real sense of community. No giant sysco truck dropping off chilean tomatoes for us! Christy has even started running the front of house, and everyone has gotten to know little Eli, who comes to our meetings, and occasionally hangs out in a safe corner of the kitchen while I'm cooking. If you had asked me to describe my dream job before I knew about this place, I would have described it almost exactly.
We're doing a fundraiser right now through kickstarter. The place opened on a shoe string budget, and we're already outgrowing our current kitchen. We need more refrigeration, a commercial range, and hope to build a fully functioning bar before spring time. When our back patio opens back up, we expect to be hopping! We're already planing community events, farm dinners, outdoor movies and live music. We're building this place for the long run, and just need a little push right now to make things stable. Check it out, and consider helping. Or, just wish us luck! Thanks!
Monday, September 1, 2014
Years ago, when Christy and I were sitting around talking about building a house, not even sure of where it would be, we talked in great detail about a reading nook. Both avid readers, we wanted a place slightly off of the main flow of the house, covered in pillows and textiles, where you could crawl on top of a stack of books and lose yourself for a few hours. This thought manifested itself in our building plans as a rectangle, jutting off of the main room at an obtuse angle.
Our rectangle stayed at this stage for a long time while I hemmed and hawed, unsure of where to start, trying to build the whole thing in my head before starting. As usual, Christy convinced me to just start building it, and figure it out from there.
By this point our wish-list for the nook included a space big enough to double as a guest bed, a sewing table, a small linen closet, and an insulated fermenting room.
By fermenting room, I mean a place that I can keep my 5-gallon carboys when they're full of wine. There's no radiant heat underneath the nook, so with a raised floor, the heavily insulated exterior walls, a stack of books and a seat cushion surrounding the room, I figured I could keep everything at a pretty stable temperature. If I need to keep the wine warm in the winter, a 60 watt bulb will probably do the trick.
I started by building a platform big enough to be a guest bed on top of an area big enough to fit 35 gallons of wine.
The linen closet came next, narrow and deep behind the main book shelf. The whole shebang was built out of scraps from building the house. 2X4s from interior framing, 2X10s that were once our temporary stairs, cedar siding, and of course the leftover stickers from our bedroom floor. When it came time build the shelves in front of the linen closet, I decided, against all reasonable judgment, that I could build them using only those leftover stickers (weathered 1X2 spacers of doug fir from a lumber mill) if I used the broad sides vertically, and stacked them horizontally. This means that the weight is sitting on the 2'' side of the 1X2, making it sturdy enough to stand on, but that I would have to build the whole thing 3/4'' at a time. I did the math, but now forget the actual number.... I think it ended up taking about 2,000 cuts and 3,000 finish nails. And at least 10,000 microscopic splinters. I had sawdust coming out of my nose for a month.
The part I'm most proud of though, is how I ended up incorporating the fermenting room into the book case. The original plan was for the seat to lift up, revealing a gap behind the book shelf. The problem with that, is that it would mean lifting and lowering a carboy full of wine, around 50lbs, straight up and down by it's narrow neck. Dicey, and a real strain on the back. Instead, I built the book shelf underneath the seat in two stand alone halves, put them both of hidden casters and hinged them on opposing sides. Thus making a bookshelf door:
It opens and closes with minimal effort, and almost disappears when closed. Inside right now are 25 gallons of blackberry wine and 5 gallons of mead, happily bubbling away at a steady 65 degrees.
When both of the doors are open, a piece of wood, or an extra door we had laying around, sits across them at a nice height for sliding a chair up to, and can be used as a sewing table. Christy used it to sew all of the pillows that now are in the nook, and even upholstered the custom-cut chunk of foam that serves as the cushion.
With the dense foam pad, the piles of pillows and the summer breezes off of the Puget Sound wafting through the big open windows, we've each spent quite a few hours enjoying the nook this summer. As her pregnancy has been making her life more uncomfortable, Christy has taken to spending about half of her nights in the nook, either to avoid waking me up by being closer to the bathroom, or to avoid being woken up by me in my nocturnal rollings and thrashings. For her to choose to sleep there instead of on our plush, comfy couch is really a testament to how well our vision ended up realizing itself.
It feels good to check another big project off the list before the baby gets here and wonders what the hell we've been doing for the last year or so.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
You know how you get used to something looking a certain way and kinda stop seeing it? This had happened with John and I and our stairs. They have been the temporary stairs for over a year now and we had gotten way too used to them. They served us well but had begun to make quite a racket when we or the cats went up and down. I can't begin to tell you how many nights we woke up when a certain cat thundered down the stairs and it sounded like the house was coming down. But no longer! We installed real stairs! Here are some before shots:
Years ago , when we were taking down trees to build the house, we had a Doug Fir milled into planks with a live edge just for the purpose of stairs. The 12 ft long planks sat in the shop for over a year until we were ready to tackle the project. John cut them all to the right size , keeping the best of the live edge, and I sanded them all to a smooth finish working my up to 400 grit. We enlisted the help of a finish carpenter friend for the landing. We worked magic with one of the planks, creating a landing a with 3 sides of a live edge AND a matching grain. The landing is a real show stopper. John did the sealing with Dalys Floor Fin, a product we had never used, and it created a gorgeous finish that somehow looks like glass but is not slippery. For the rises we used cedar tongue n groove that we still had leftover from the ceiling ( except we used the back side so you can't see the groove) and stained it to match the baseboard trim.
Now all we have left to do for the stairs is a skirt on the sides to hide the edges and some sort of railing to protect the littlest Delp that is on the way. I suggested to John that we forgo the railing and just pad the floor. He suggested that I come back inside the box just a little. We'll see.