by Wendy Risk*
Several years ago, despite
eating a healthy diet, I almost died of malnutrition. I was eventually
diagnosed with Celiac Disease, an intolerance to gluten, the protein
in wheat, rye, and barley, and to eggs and dairy. I improved on a diet
of organic whole foods, including vegetables from a local community
organic farm.
I still worried about the quality of my meat due to CAFO’s (concentrated
animal feeding operations). Cows are grass eaters, and feeding them
grains such as corn and wheat and supplements makes beef farming extremely
profitable. However, corn-fed beef is less nutritious and makes us sick.
Most of the antibiotics used in the U.S. go into animal feed, leading
to autoimmune diseases in cows. Cow manure, once a rich fertilizer,
has become toxic waste.
In the short run, beef is cheap. Long-term expenses include antibiotic
resistance, farm subsidies, and health problems. CAFO’s scared
not only the Union of Concerned Scientists. They scared me. Organic
factory farming, an improvement, still pollutes the air, land, and water,
stamps out a substantial carbon footprint, and leads to the loss of
small family farms.
On a quest to find healthy planet-friendly meat, I sought to build a
relationship with a quality food source. An acquaintance recommended
Dennis Stoltzfoos, a farmer whose philosophy is to help people regain
their health and their families. I liked that. When I called, he invited
me to visit.
It was an easy drive up I-75 to Gainesville. From there, I drove about
an hour along scenic country roads through old Florida. The last mile
or so was dirt two-track bordering a field of grazing cows.
I pulled into the driveway, seeing only a toddler in a pink dress pinning
laundry on a child-sized line. This was Caroline. She told me her father
was in the field, but her mother was home. She allowed me to pick her
up and carry her to the house. On the way, we stopped to see Mimi, a
gray tabby, nursing her litter of kittens.
The front door opened, and I met Caroline’s mother, Alicia, and
Caroline’s two sisters. Alicia was carrying a laundry basket of
wet clothing, newly acquired hand-me-downs. We strung the adult-sized
laundry line with pinks and purples and yellows. Alicia then invited
me inside where she was simmering a roast and finishing two generous
batches of cottage cheese. The house smelled like I had walked into
the eighteenth century.
Efficient, intelligent, and energetic, Alicia is every inch a multi-tasking
farm wife. Alicia also takes customer orders and home-schools the children.
At lunchtime, lank and lean Dennis ambled in. His family has been farming
for generations, and he looks every inch a farmer. The youngest of eleven,
Dennis was raised on his parents’ Amish/Mennonite dairy farm in
Lancaster, PA.
Over lunch, I learned that Stoltzfoos’s father had been a progressive
chemical farmer. Roman, an older brother, had inherited the family farm,
trading in chemical farming for Big Agra organic. Stoltzfoos rejects
both methods. Part of the Local Food Movement, Stoltzfoos sells his
organic produce directly to customers like me. His small farm is responsible,
sustainable, diverse, and connected to the community. He believes in
ethical farming.
We sat down to lunch: their own kefir, a fermented milk, and bologna.
The Stoltzfoos bologna contains no unpronounceable chemicals, simply
beef, salt, and a touch of unrefined cane sugar.
“This is the best bologna I’ve ever tasted,” I complimented.
“Our goal is to produce the most nutrient-dense foods possible,”
Dennis said. “We spare no expense to pack the most nutrients into
a mouth full of food.”
I watched Lilly, 6; Caroline, 3; and Stella, 2 drink their raw milk
kefir. I used to love it, but I could no longer do dairy.
Over half the planet still drinks its milk raw. U.S. experts are divided.
Some think it’s questionable. Others call it a super food, full
of healthy proteins and fats and beneficial bacteria, enzymes, and hormones
that pasteurization kills. Stoltzfoos’s customers pay top dollar
for nutrient-dense raw milk, the cream of the cream.
Stoltzfoos hasn’t always been a farmer on a mission to help people
regain their health and their families. At age twenty, he left the family
farm for something better. In early adulthood, he suffered allergies,
chemical sensitivities, and possible Celiac Disease, symptoms similar
to mine. He eventually laid out $500—a handsome sum then—for
medical tests, only to have the doctor conclude nothing was physically
wrong. In fact, the doctor referred Dennis to a psychologist. Stoltzfoos
didn’t go.
“I thought if that educated idiot can’t help me, I would
have to help myself.” Stoltzfoos read, ate a vegetarian diet,
entered the health care field, and still felt terrible. Then Stoltzfoos
tried a traditional diet of organic whole foods: grass fed beef, healthy
fats, fermented food, and fruits and vegetables. This diet restored
his health.
Stoltzfoos was tinkering with returning to farming when he met Alicia
at a friend’s dinner party. “It wasn’t an instant
click,” Dennis said. Raised in Tampa, Alicia was too young and
too liberal for Dennis’s tastes. “I didn’t think there
was much of a chance here.” He smiled, remembering.
On their second date, he asked her a million questions. “I wasn’t
interested in playing games,” said Dennis, who was then in his
mid-thirties.
“I was very intrigued by him,” Alicia said. “He was
good looking, and he was genuine.”
Three months later, Stoltzfoos concluded, “Opposites attract.”
When he proposed, Alicia accepted. After the marriage, they contemplated
returning to farming. “I didn’t want to do it unless I could
do it right,” he said.
That meant farming organically, ethically, and sustainably. Stoltzfoos
wanted no part of conventional farming, which consumes 17% of the nation’s
energy, and bills the taxpayer for transportation. He didn’t want
to use pesticides, ineffective and detrimental to the environment. He
wanted to enrich the land, to bequeath as a gift to future generations.
To him, it was common sense.
Stoltzfoos researched the science of grass-fed beef, which requires
healthy soil and careful pasture management. He knew that grass-fed
beef reduce greenhouse gases, global warming, and topsoil erosion. He
understood that grass-fed beef promotes native plants, biodiversity,
and soil fertility.
They leased a farm in Dade City and did well. “Everything we produced
was just gone.” They looked for a place to buy. After a year,
they found sixty acres that had been organic pasture for a decade, except
for a few spot sprayings.
The farm has taken off. They now gross $200,000 a year, and Dennis dreams
of expanding his operations into a franchise. Alicia is not so ambitious.
“My dream is to be not as busy,” she said.
Carbon footprint in mind, Stoltzfoos walks to his chores, sometimes
ten miles a day. “And that’s never a step empty handed,”
he adds. Often, he has a daughter on his shoulders. “It’s
a long walk for little legs.” He did without a tractor for a year.
“The hay guys made it and left it for the cows.
“I’m looking for ways to reduce my fuel consumption,”
said Stoltzfoos, who makes weekly deliveries to Gainesville, Ocala,
Dade City, Tampa, Bradenton, and Orlando. He is pleased that his Orlando
truck runs on vegetable oil
He moves his cows and eggmobile to young grass daily, providing fresh
shoots for the cows, fresh bugs and worms for the chicken, and fresh
fertilizer for the pasture. Nothing in wasted. “The high quality
green grass that grows behind the eggmobiles is phenomenal,” Stoltzfoos
says. His egg layers are gorgeous free-range Rhode Island reds.
Stoltzfoos’s grass-fed Jerseys give only a gallon or two of nutrient-dense
milk a day, less than the 5-10 gallons factory cows produce. That’s
why his milk costs more.
In the South, the wild pig, a pest, accounts for $50 million annually
in crop loss. Local hunters kill hundreds every year and plow them under.
“They throw them away!” Stoltzfoos is indignant. He understands
that acorns and wild roots make nutrient-dense meat. But is it tasty?
He asked the hunters for a sample. “It is incredible,” he
said. Now he purchases wild pig from the hunters, pays his butcher to
process it, and makes a small profit, to boot. Wild pig adds to the
community’s economy. “It’s a sweet deal,” Stoltzfoos
said.
On the way to visit the butchers, we stopped at the Luraville Country
Store, a picturesque gas station with the original, now inoperative
1930 hand pumps. Inside, I scanned the shelves, finding only the ubiquitous
junk food available at any Interstate quick stop.
“Do you carry anything local?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” the clerk asked.
I told Stoltzfoos it was a pity that no one in the hamlet was interested
in organic, and that this independently-owned shop offered the same
products as chain stores.
Stoltzfoos nodded. “I’m not friendly to Walmart. They don’t
believe in workers’ health, and they don’t believe in fair
trade.”
At dinner, I ate the delicious pot roast on faith. “Grain fed
beef are fed wheat. That’s gluten,” Stoltzfoos theorized.
“You’ll do better on grass fed.” Could corn and wheat
in the cows’ diet explain my problem digesting beef? They did.
I have no problems with grass fed beef.
At sunrise the next morning, I help Stoltzfoos milk cows. He brought
them in from the field and introduced them by name. Then he wiped their
udders to stimulate their let down reflex and milked. My job was to
bottle milk and shoo off cats.
Breakfast was eggs, kefir, and wild pig sausage. The sausage was terrific,
made with only lean wild pig, salt, and unrefined cane sugar. Like Stoltzfoos,
I have a high metabolism and tend to hypoglycemia. I noted how few carbohydrates
he ate, and I vowed to eat fewer myself.
A hard frost had killed the Stoltzfoos’s peach crop. A neighbor
who had saved his invited us over to pick. Farmers are like that. We
came home with a couple of bushels, and we began paring peaches for
ice cream.
A neighbor stopped by. New to organic farming, he had lost half his
Cornish Cross hens to heat stroke. Stoltzfoos went out to commiserate
and to mentor. Farmers are like that. The neighbor had moved from New
York to start a 55 plus campground. When that didn’t fly, he turned
to organic farming. “Their property is very interesting,”
Alicia said.
A leader among regional farmers, Stoltzfoos hosts seminars and get-togethers
with national speakers. The next big event will be a shindig at the
farm on September 20. The speakers are Greg Judy, author of No Risk
Ranching and holistic veterinarian Dr. Will Winter. There’s sure
to be grass-fed beef, free-range chickens, wild pig sausage, and homemade
ice cream.
One night on the farm, after dinner and chores, the family gathered
to jump on the trampoline: Mom, Dad, Lily, Caroline, and even Stella.
It was a joy to watch.
I respect this farmer. He is living his mission of helping people regain
their lives and their families. By investing in his land, eating with
his family, and spending quality time with them, Stoltzfoos is the change
he wants to see in the world.
My quest was accomplished. I had found a source for quality meat. I
drove home with full coolers and the knowledge that this was the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.
For more information:
To learn about organic grass-fed beef, check out eatwild.com
To contact Stoltzfoos, email: thisisdennis@juno.com