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Top six favorites: Moss Mountain Farm

June 21, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

I was fortunate enough to snag an invite to Moss Mountain Farm last week. P. Allen Smith and Arkansas Grown hosted Farm2Home14 at his extraordinary farm on the banks of the Arkansas River. Nothing I can write will possibly do justice to my Moss Mountain Farm experience. No way.

I have managed to narrow down my top six favorite things about the day in no particular order because that’s expecting too much.

1. Poultry. P. Allen Smith raises heritage breeds and has made it his mission to create interest in poultry farming among Arkansas children. His Poultry Palace is the Ritz-Carlton of chicken coops. Impressive!

Poultry Palace

2. Porches. When you are blessed with a sweeping view of the Arkansas River, you must create a spectacular porch, right? The entire back of P. Allen Smith’s home is devoted to porches, a downstairs dining and sitting porch and an upstairs sleeping porch complete with copper bathtub.

Downstairs Dining Porch

Most Perfect Sleeping Porch Ever

3. Farmers. Meeting and talking with local Arkansas farmers was a highlight for me. These farmers are passionate, committed, hard-working and dedicated to educating the people of Arkansas about the benefits of growing and eating local.

Scott Heritage Farms – fashionable farmer:)

Take a look at the beautiful baked goods from Ethan’s Heirloom Gardens. Ethan’s Heirloom Gardens is a natural/sustainable grower of both heirloom plants and produce. Even their recipes are heirloom, many dating back to the 1800s. If you live in Central Arkansas, be sure to check them out.

4. Gardens. The flower gardens were as gorgeous as any botanical garden I’ve visited.

Gigantic Lilies…

And the vegetable garden? I could only dream of growing such a bounty. The air smelled fresh and green. It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and begin working in the dirt. Or cry. I almost cried several times. It was one of those experiences. I picked warm berries fresh from the vine.

Vegetable Garden at Moss Mountain Farm

5. Food. The food provided was enough for an entire weekend. Maybe a week! It goes without saying that everything was fresh and local and make-your-eyes-roll-back delicious. Lunch included US Foods 2013 Next Top Product Winner—the black bean burger created by Chef Jerrmy of Greenhouse Grille in Fayetteville. Love.That.Restaurant. Don’t you? (Chef Jerrmy and his family sat at my table for lunch. I tried to finagle the Greenhouse Grille quinoa recipe from him… I’m still hopeful.)

Black Bean Burger created by Chef Jerrmy, Greenhouse Grille

Award winning Black Bean Burger on Greek Yogurt Bun with Citrus Slaw, Pepper Jack and Avocado Aioli.

Following a huge lunch which included the incredible dessert you see below, local farmers brought tasty samples of their goodies (salsa, bread, wine, beer, ice cream, fruit, veggies, cookies, fried pies, everything). And if that wasn’t enough grazing, the day ended with appetizers, cocktails, and live music beneath a 300-year-old Post Oak. Heaven in Arkansas, people.

6. Friends. I loved hanging out with all my Arkansas Women Blogger friends and new friends from Moss Mountain Farm and Arkansas Grown. Such fun! How did I get so lucky?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Song of Arkansas Official Music Video

my twist on Twist Arkansas

June 19, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

While visiting the Southern Tenant Museum in Tyronza, I heard about a restored dog-trot house in Twist, Arkansas. I added the dog-trot house to my list of things to see. But first of all, I had to find Twist. I’d never had reason to visit.

There were more grain bins than people in Twist. And most of the barns and buildings had been swallowed in vines. But around every bend in the Delta, there is deep southern history. Twist was no different. B. B. King played in a Twist nightclub in the 1950’s. During one of his performances, two guys began fighting over a woman named Lucille, knocked over a kerosene heater and burned down the building. King’s guitar narrowly escaped. After that, he named all his guitars “Lucille”.

photo courtesy of www.weeklygrist.wordpress.com

Very cool.

But I was on a mission to find the dog-trot house. It was easy to spot in the middle of nowhere. Fully restored, the house is a historical monument to another time when cooking and dining occurred on one side of the structure, sleeping on the other. The center “dog-trot” breezeway provided a cooler place to sit when life did not include air-conditioning.

As I snapped pictures, I became intrigued by a lone tree standing in the field beyond the dog-trot passageway. Perfectly framed, it turned out to be an old family cemetery.

Richards Cemetery, Crittenden County, Arkansas

More exploring for me.

A few feet away, a fallen monument, partially hidden in the weeds. I wondered about the people who worked this land and were laid to rest on this property.

William Richards, Crittenden County, Ar, Richards Cemetery

William Richards. Born January 186x, Died 1900

Spending time in this small, nearly forgotten cemetery seemed right. It was Father’s Day. I was feeling reflective. Homesick for Dallas yet sad to be leaving the Delta again. This little adventure provided another reminder of my fleeting time and the importance of those who came before me.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’…” – The Band Perry

Musical Pairings:

If I Die Young, The Band Perry

Lucille, B. B. King

Going on a Snake Hunt.

June 15, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

While home on the farm one of my favorite things to do is to walk around the rice field. My sister and I spent many a summer day at the back of our field messing with tadpoles in the ditch. Tadpoles were fun.

Saturday my goal was to find a snake. Now, just to be crystal clear, I am not a parcel mouth. I am no fan of the snake.

Not.At.All.

But, several of my Northeast Arkansas Facebook friends have recently posted snake photos. Lots of snake photos. Clearly, this is the year of the snake. As a writer, I try to be observant—listening, smelling, tasting, feeling so that my writing is believable. If I were truly observant, I would see a snake on my walk, right?

So off I went on my first snake hunt.

Right off I found “farm glass”, which I like to compare to beach glass.

The killdeer were downright noisy. “Kill-deer, kill-deer, kill-deer!” they chanted.

“Shhhh! You’ll scare the snakes,” I said. Their track patterns were as wild as the jabbering overhead.

Vibrant wildflowers filled the edge of a shallow ditch.

But no snake.

I stopped in the far corner at my favorite spot and waited. Watched. Listened. Could the sky be any more clear?

Then finally, there he was. Sunning. At least three feet long. My snake.

I leaned in close and snapped a picture. He slithered down the ditch bank. A successful farm walk. And yes, I had the heebie-jeebies until I made it safely back to the house.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Musical Pairing:

Heebie Jeebies, Ladies in Tune