our first jar of raw cow’s milk from Fall Creek Farms
rainbow chard from Fall Creek Farms
Fresh flowers & herbs from Alexanna Farms in Wildwood, GA. The past couple of weeks she’s had a variety of nettles, sorrel, and purple & green asparagus… all quite coveted. And her chicken eggs are some of my favorites, the yolks are rich & orange, fresh enough to easily poach.
locavore: one who eats food grown locally whenever possible
The title {local milk} was inspired by a new found love of both raw milk and Chattanooga. Milk is that basic building block of mammalian life: our first source of nutrients as infants. Milk is our nutritional cradle, a primal food. It’s creamy, porcelain, and sweet with myriad permutations: butter, cream, kefir, yogurt, ice cream, and cheeses. Chattanooga, like milk, is what I was born and raised on, and I believe it is proving that its potential for change is as abundant.
sustainable meat & produce at the Main St. Market
free range eggs from Fall Creek Farms
Spring radishes. Pair with butter (local & raw = superlative), fresh bread, and sea salt for a traditional French snack that makes for a satisfying lunch. It sounds deceptively simple, but I cannot urge you strongly enough to try it; the spicy crunch of radishes combined with unctuous butter, bright salt, and a chewy, crusty bread is some sort of alchemy.
Main St. Market, Wednesdays 4-6; Chattanooga, TN
{local milk} is about a few things. It is, first and foremost, about the ever growing food community in Chattanooga, TN. It is about farm to table food: local, fresh, seasonal, and sustainable. From Zarzour’s to St. John’s, I’ve been eating in Chattanooga for going on thirty years, and {local milk} is about the resident chefs & restaurants that inspire my own cooking. It is about raw milk and fresh eggs, pork and spring chickens, nettles and sorrel. It’s about cooking & recipes: simply prepared, vernacular food as well as transforming farmhouse produce into haute cuisine for the home cook. It’s about homemade cheeses and warm summer tomatoes (not tomatoes from !@#$ing Mexico in February! Whole Foods I’m looking distastefully at you). It is also simply about existing: art, music, the texture of this terrestrial life.
The back-story, sad but true: I hardly knew what real food was growing up. I grew up on Red Food and Kroger: Pop Tarts, Cocoa Puffs, Kraft American Cheese, and JIF peanut butter. We ate at Wendy’s on Sunday after church, and Friday night dinner was fried cheese sticks at Applebee’s, weekday lunches at Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, and Chick-fil-A. My only experience with local, home cooked food as a child was at Grandmother’s. She took my little brother and I to the farmer’s market where she would haggle over the price of sweet corn and buy brown paper bags full of fat green beans, and later we sat on the back porch shucking corn, snapping beans, and cracking walnuts collected from the backyard. Her kitchen was chaotic, perpetually covered in a patina of flour, cookie jars hidden behind mail spilling out of precarious stacks on the countertops. But there was always home-cooked food: bacon grease buttermilk cornbread from a cast iron skillet, drop biscuits, oatmeal raisin cookies, turnip greens, mashed potatoes, and cornmeal pan fried okra. {local milk} is also for her & my gratitude for the cooking genes I’m certain she passed down to me. What’s an earnest, agrarian food blog without some Grandmother love, after all?
Despite growing up on processed & fast food, I didn’t develop a taste for it. I always wanted something more. My favorite food as a small child was mushrooms browned in butter & sherry at Town & Country (where there now stands a Walgreens on the corner of Frasier and North Market). I remember, not without some degree of emotion born of gratitude, distinctly each first bite of real food: my first salad of tender baby greens with a balsamic vinaigrette when I was twelve; the first piece of toast smeared with nutella when I was seven (which I went home and tried to recreate it, pouring Hershey’s syrup on a piece of white bread…a disgusting failure); my first white wine steamed mussel at age nine; the first cup of cocoa made with aztec chocolate, whole milk, and a fresh grating of nutmeg when I was ten; and my first bite of proscuitto in Italy when I was fifteen. I could go on. Each bite of real food was a revelation, an epiphany that changed me, pushing me further towards my passion for food and cooking. I immediately knew the difference between those foods and the processed fast foods we ate at home. And I preferred them, intensely.{local milk} is for the people, businesses, and farmers that are making Chattanooga a place I’m pleased to call home, a place I’ve finally grown to love. It wasn’t always that way. The Northshore and Downtown are dense with memories milling about like quiet ghosts. As a teenager I was ambivalent at best about Chattanooga, taking it for-granted that I would move away when I was older. I spent the last fifteen years trying to get out. I moved to New Orleans, California, and travelled around Europe every chance I could, only to find myself inevitably back on Tremont each time.
bags of locally roasted Velo coffee at the market…cut out the middle man & buy at the market, keeping resources in the community
But I’ve changed over the past decade and so has Chattanooga. The flourishing of creative & artisan foods has me more excited than I’ve ever been to call Chattanooga home, from the handmade sausages at Link 41 to the meticulous patisserie of The Hot Chocolatier to Chat’O Brasserie bringing foams and sous vide to the Northshore to the bicycle delivered, micro-roasted coffee beans from Velo. I’m into creative flavor pairings, farm to table food, artisan production, and sustainable practices, and excited by the proliferation of like minded people. {local milk} was created to share this passion for local food & seasonal recipes…as well as to share my illegal cheese schemes, supper club aspirations, confectionery designs, and underground restaurant plot…
So. Welcome to {local milk}!
Disclaimer:
*we here at {local milk} are not saints (shocking, I know)
but we strive to use seasonal, local food as much as possible
A friend tipped me off to your blog, and I’ve been reading it voraciously for a few days now. Chattanooga didn’t raise me, but a small town a few hours away, still in Tennessee, did, and I went to university in Cleveland, TN. After a year in Paris and two in Beijing, I find myself back in this slow-paced corner of the world. I have friends working in Chatt who’ve told me about the burgeoning food scene, and I’ve seen a bit of it myself. Your blog, though, has me all revved up about markets, food trucks, etc. I can’t say whether TN has me for awhile or I’m going to fly the coop again (I suspect the latter), but while I’m here, it’s great to have access to a blog as beautiful as yours. Keep up the great work with the recipes, stories, descriptions, and tip-offs to markets and shops and eateries.
That makes me very happy to hear, as I too am forever afflicted by wanderlust, and I still have fantasies of spending my time split between the states and Europe and this website evolving into local milk / lait local. I’m jealous of your time in Beijing as I’ve never had the opportunity to travel any where in Asia. I found myself back in TN for the upteenth time, and it was like, well hell, I guess I might as well get into it. I started trying to look at this region like a foreigner would… it makes it so much more interesting! Thanks again for the kind words, and if you’re ever in Chattanooga and want to grab an eat…I’ve got many a great rec!
I just found your blog and am unashamedly smitten! I love that you’re in Chattanooga (I’m in Nashville), I love raw milk, I read your about page and almost had a heart attack as most of my favorite things in life were listed on the page (New Orleans, uni…). And your photography is really something special. So excited to find you and follow along!
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Rebekka
I just stumbled upon your blog and after only reading the first three recipe posts, I’m totally in love! I think I just found my new obsession. Looking forward to more brilliant posts!
~April
You are a delight! Follow you on Pinterest and had to look up your blog. Your sense of pleasure, photos, and eye are amazing. Celia Marino
I want to stumbled upon with your great blog. Thanks for sharing this and I will also refer this to my friend.
—> Eiyah @ salcedo market
just came back to read your very first post. congrats again on one year of Local Milk 🙂
where can one get raw milk and cream in Chattanooga? This Brit is dying to make clotted cream!
go to the Wednesday Market on Main St. (it starts at 4 PM) & talk to either Sequatchie Cove Farms or Fall Creek Falls (that’s who I get my milk from but both are great)… hope that helps! You have to do a herd share in order to get it due to laws, fyi.
I’ve just finished looking through all your posts & pinning nearly every recipe. I love everything about your blog – recipes, writing, photography. I try my best to remain a true locavore & count myself blessed to reside in the Northwest where local farms outnumber Starbucks. Congratulations on your one year & I am eager to see what you share in the future.
Born and raised in Chattanooga, I left almost 15 years ago and still wonder what life would be like if I were to move back. How I would see the town with adult eyes, who would I befriend having grown and changed so much, and most importantly, what would I eat being so spoiled in California for so long?! My diet in the early years was largely fast food, too…a random mix of Broad Street’s best, plus Mt. Vernon on special nights, and Town & Country, too, with my grandmother.
Just wanted to say hello and what a pleasure it’s been to discover your work and see Chattanooga in a positive, new light. Thank you!
I must say this is brilliant blog! I would love to tell you about organic milk compared to local milk.It’s untouched by human, cows are fed on a special diet and not adulterated. I tried the milk, even without sugar it tastes yum.I experience fresh milk delivery everytime.
http://www.prideofcows.com/delivery-area/
http://doctormoo.in/
http://whollycowmilk.com/
http://astradairy.in/