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I'm just a curious eater looking to get back to when all food was clean and green. Follow me as I visit farms, talk to chefs, forage with experts, and eat my way closer to the answers to how our food system became so broken. I'm not searching for the trendiest bunch of kale or fanciest mushroom, but rather solutions for those of us who want responsible and sustainable sustenance.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Why a Chilly Spring Means a Late Harvest: The Pollinator Price


The first signs of spring lead many to the salon where toenails are primed and prepped for flip-flops and freed from the cobwebs of winter’s wool socks. For others the warmth means dirt will finally find its way back under overly pristine finger nails. Whether covered in soil or sparkles, to market to market our hands will go where they once again grasp the delicate fuzz of a tree-ripened peach or wooden handle of a ho.

Farmers wait all year for that moment when they can once again get their hands dirty and start planting.  Exactly when to plant seeds or seedlings is a debatable subject that depends very much on who’s doing the planting. Seed packet instructions dictate “after the last frost” while seasoned farmers wait until “the ground thaws.” Choosing the right moment can be stressful for the experienced farmer and home gardener alike.

But it’s not just the farmers who can’t wait to dive into the dirt. Locavores-- a person whose diet consists primarily of locally produced food-- have also endured the punishingly limited winter spread, patiently awaiting the first blush glimpse of a perfectly ripened, plush pint of strawberries. Just the sight of one more bunch of kale or jar of tomatoes rattles up my palates’ cabin fever.

The return of farmers markets means an escape from last year’s canned leftovers. While a bright jar of raspberry jam can surely satisfy fruit cravings throughout desolate New York winters, 8 months without the fresh juice of a ruby watermelon is simply far too long. Luckily, prized crops like asparagus and peas successfully curb our appetites until summer.  But this year’s summer treats seem light-years away.

Farmers can put in buckets of effort to grow flawless seedlings and prepare the most nutritious and fluffy soil, but they still can’t predict or control the madness of spring weather. 2014 has been a bit of a tease, beginning with 85-degree days in April to the current 45-degree nights of June. This cold and confused weather stirs impatience in farmers and locavores alike, as the cold spring not only delays the markets’ blossoming, but also that of the plants.

Teddy Bolkas of Thera Farms in Ronkonkoma attributes this year’s crops’ late maturation to the chilly spring. “They say you don’t have to go to Vegas to gamble. Just become a farmer because you just don’t know what’s going to happen,” he jokes, two weeks into June with not so much as the hint of a tomato in sight.  Though Long Island doesn’t have to deal with late frosts that can be fixed by covering the plants to trap heat, the cold weather has still taken its toll in the form of blossom drop.

Teddy described blossom drop as, well, dropping blossoms. Tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant, and most peoples’ favorite summer crops start as flowers that must be pollinated in order to develop into fruit. With cold nights and limited sunlight during recent cloudy days, plant growth and pollination have been limited. If the flowers are not pollinated within a week of blooming, they drop off the plant and that fruit is lost. The pollinating bugs don’t like the chilliness anymore than us. Teddy already lost about 50% of his first set of flowers, which means 50% of his first harvest.

While kale, lettuce, spinach and other leafy greens that don’t rely on pollinators are safe, everyone is still anxious to sink their teeth into a succulent cucumber and impatience brews among farmers. Farmers often start planting in greenhouses as early as March so harvests can begin by mid to late June. “We’re 3-4 weeks back from where we should be,” says Teddy who expects his first tomatoes the first week of July with peppers and eggplant due 2-3 weeks later. Much backbreaking time and effort went into getting those plants planted on time for an early harvest. Not this year.

Ever the resourceful farmer, Teddy has a solution. Long Island’s tomato whisperer wanted his loyal “marketophiles” to have their tomatoes so badly that he spent days between tomato rows with a pollinator wand, pollinating by hand to avoid losing another row of flowers that otherwise would not make it to fruit. The wand vibrates the plants at the same frequency as bumble bees (the main pollinator of tomatoes), shaking the pollen into a cup. Teddy then distributes the pollen by hand onto the exposed stamen of the flowers so they have a chance at becoming a fruit.

As much as we try to manipulate the land, we are constantly reminded that our control is limited. Thank your farmer at your next market visit. They might have been stuck in a field all day playing bumblebee, covered in pollen! Be patient, locavores, as the farmers literally wave their magic wands to get us the prized succulent fruits of summer. We’ve all heard it before: absence makes the heart grow fonder and no fonder can it be than of the first, luscious bite of a market fresh tomato. 

"Baby" tomatoes in early summer. Every tomato started like the yellow flower in the photo.

Teddy and his father, early summer at Thera Farms.


This article appeared in the newsletter for LIGreenmarket, a farmers market organization run by Bernadette Martin.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Foraging for Wild Asparagus in Puglia



One feeling that just might top the excitement of shaking the hand of your farmer when buying fresh vegetables is finding them yourself in the wild. By now most of us know that mushrooms, dandelion greens, and blackberries can be safely foraged from forests. However, it wasn’t until I found myself bent over in an Italian olive grove that I knew asparagus is also a wild edible treat.
A recent trip to Puglia in Southern Italy showed me just how good the slender stalks could be.  My relatives knew I was more interested in the food than a stroll through the piazza and happily gave me a tour of their gardens as we feasted on freshly baked focaccia, a Pugliese specialty. I kept my eyes peeled for my favorite spring treat- asparagus- which I knew would be somewhere in the mix of fava beans, chicory and cactus pears of April. Although far from disappointed by the array of nutrition and vegetables flourishing on their small farm, I still couldn’t locate any asparagus. Upon inquiry I was shoved frantically in the FIAT and given a mischievous look that had me thinking I was either in trouble or in for a ride. You never really know with those fiery Italians from Bari.
Five minutes down the windy road we stopped short in an abandoned olive grove. Puglia is home to the dry, flat scenery in many old school spaghetti westerns. It looked barren, dry, and robbed of greenery. I wanted asparagus, not olives. Besides I knew by now that olives can’t be eaten until treated. Somewhat impatient and extremely confused, my boyfriend’s Aunt dragged me into the groves.
One by one she snapped tiny little stalks of asparagus from amidst the overgrown brush. It was like looking for chameleons. The grass was so tall and all of the foliage was the same color. How could I spot one? After unsuccessfully harvesting some blades of grass and a few weeds, suddenly eccolo! My first stalk! A few minutes later our pockets and shirts were overflowing with dark green spears. After yesterday’s lunch of fava bean stew, I couldn’t wait to see what my relatives would do with the asparagus. Simplicity is their luxury when it comes to food.
I waited patiently at the table, offering my help though continuously refused. I figured watch the masters at work and take notes. A half hour later one of the most simple and delicious Italian classics had the misfortune of landing on my plate. Fluffy, fresh and the brightest color yellow, the homemade asparagus frittata is what I wrote home about. Drizzled with some quality olive oil and paired with dense homemade bread, frittata should never be limited to just breakfast.
Although we may not be able to forage for wild asparagus in 500-year-old olive groves here on Long Island, we can still take advantage of asparagus by making frittata. Asparagus can only be harvested for 6-7 weeks of the year and takes at least 3 years of root development before it can be picked. Free of fat, cholesterol, and low in sodium, you better get it while its hot because soon after harvesting the spears grow into large ferns with red berries that ensure the plant’s health and succession for the next season. A well cared for plant can produce for up to 15 years. Try this simple frittata recipe with farm-fresh local eggs, asparagus, and herbs at the Kings Park Farmers Market. If you’re up for the adventure you can find ramps (wild leeks) in local forests to make up for buying asparagus at the farmer’s market. Make sure to consult a field guide or expert before eating! Bon apetito!

Frittata d’asparago (Asparagus Frittata):
Adapted from recipe by Michael Lomonaco

Ingredients:
-       12 large farm fresh eggs, shelled and beaten
-       ½ cup organic milk
-       ¼ cup freshly grated Parmesean cheese
-       2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
-       2 tablespoons butter
-       1 small bunch of ramps, chopped
-       ½ of a medium sized onion, diced
-       ½ pound asparagus, blanched, chilled, and diced
-       ¼ cup of assorted fresh herbs: thyme, chives, chervil, etc.
-       salt and pepper

Preparation:
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.  In a large bowl, combine the eggs, milk and parmesans.  Heat the butter and oil in a large pan. Add the onion and cook until translucent and golden. Using a large spatula, stir in the eggs and turn heat down to low. Stir the edges to form a large, flat omelet shape. Make sure the bottom of the pan is covered in the egg mixture.  When the egg begins to cook and take shape, sprinkle in the diced asparagus and herbs. Place the whole pan in the oven and continue to cook for 2 more minutes until the edges have cooked and the center has puffed up.  Remove immediately from the oven, invert on a large plate, garnish with salt, pepper and more herbs and serve immediately.

Monday, April 29, 2013

The Bitter-Sweet Aperitifs and Indulgent Digestifs of Master Mixologist Dave Marzano



            You know the calm-inducing sounds that lull you into fuzzy, euphoric relaxation? Perhaps it’s a particularly gentle voice, the clinking of beads or the poppy fizz of a freshly cracked champagne bottle. My own mental encyclopedia of such calming sensations contains mostly food-related noises: sizzling, simmering or the first drop of wine hitting the bottom of a glass. The second one such sound wave strokes my eardrum my eyelids immediately weigh a thousand pounds and a puddle of drool starts dripping down the side of my gaping mouth. I know…it’s a beautiful image. The pitter patter of ice cubes sloshing around in the frothy bath of a cocktail shaker also inspires such flattering transformation, especially if it’s in the hands of master mixologist and beverage manager Dave Marzano of Pentimento Restaurant in Stony Brook.
Surrounded by a rainbow of bottles including rare liquors like Kina L’Avion d’Or or Allspice Dram, Dave creates concoctions of sweet aroma inspired by European bitters, aperitifs and digestifs. Not only does Pentimento boast an incredible selection of wines from small-scale producers throughout Italy, California, and Long Island, but it also features an array of before and after dinner drinks that will stimulate your salivary glands and soothe a rumblin’ tummy. Marzano creates complex dimensions of flavor and aroma using aromatized wines in unique cocktails.
            Marzano has always been a connoisseur of beer and wine. His knowledge gained through wine courses with the American Society of Sommeliers allows him to suggest the perfect pairing for any dish. Fascinated by fermentation, his interest in aromatized wines was inspired by time spent working alongside professional forager and former sous chef of Mirabelle Tavern Kyle Fiasconaro. “He did so many cool things and incorporated so many unique flavors in the kitchen so I wanted to step up my bar game and match the flavor caliber of the kitchen,” Marzano explains. Such chemistry of flavors certainly compliments the noteworthy traditional Italian cuisine of Chef and Owner Dennis Young at Pentimento. It is especially apparent in the drops of oil dripping from homemade Calabrese salami onto the wine bottles Marzano specially selects from the restaurant cellar.
Fascinated by the relationship between civilization and spirits, Dave relates the array of flavors in aromatized wines to the diversity of the world. “There are so many different flavors, textures and colors. I mean, look at our bar,” as he names bottle after bottle of rare bitters. Named after the New York City neighborhood home to the bar where Marzano first tried Carpano Antica sweet vermouth, today’s cocktail was the perfect showcase of Marzano’s in depth understanding of aromatized wines. After a full explanation of the origins, fermentation process and flavor profile of each ingredient I indulged in what is certainly the best take on a manhattan I’ve ever tasted—“The West Village.” Cheers!




Dave Marzano’s West Village:

Ingredients:
2 ounces Widow Jame (rye whiskey)
1 ounce Carpano Antica (sweet vermouth)
1 drop Fernet Branca (bitters)

Preparation:

Pour the rye whiskey and sweet vermouth into a mixing glass with ice cubes. Stir well. Rinse a chilled coupe with 1 drop of Fernet Branca. Strain mixture into coupe. Garnish with orange zest.



Saturday, April 13, 2013

Finding the Key to the Bees' Knees

       I am absolutely terrified of bugs. Perhaps it's because my brother used to chase me around the yard with daddy long legs. Nevertheless I enjoy the outdoors and always have. My Dad built me a beautiful victorian play house outside when I was little. We made it pretty, hung some curtains, put up a mail box, and it even had real roof shingles. However everyday before my game of "house," I would call the alarm that signaled my father to come outside and do the daily sweep. "Are there any daddy long legs? Spiders? Hornets? Bees?" I would ask in fear and apprehension. Though he knew they were harmless and my fear was silly, he still checked every corner and kicked out any uninvited intruders. I'm pretty sure one time I made him use an industrial shop vacuum. While grateful my play days were full of laughter rather than creepy, crawly legs, I regret having fed my irrational fear of bugs as a child. Now as an adult I can't even look at a spider without screaming and doing some kind of awkward, spastic, almost-80s-dance-move. The same applies to anything buzzing with a stinger or translucent wings.
       To my luck I haven't crossed paths with many icky bugs so far during my journey into agriculture. I know...a wannabe farmer who is afraid of bugs? GET. REAL. I knew the day would come when I'd have to get over it if I really want to learn how to farm. Today that day was gifted to me by the one and only Tomato Whisperer, Teddy Bolkas of Thera Farms. In three simple texts Teddy successfully convinced me not only to come over and "help him" with the new honey bees he just bought, but also to adopt them as my own honey buns. I must say I wasn't thinking when I accepted the offer. Or maybe I've just got my mind on the honey and the honey on my mind. Perhaps honey bees would be a good first step in eradicating my girlish aversion. I guess we'd find out...
       I arrived at Teddy's to find him on the roof of the two shipping containers on the farm where tools and machines are stored. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, swatting back and mumbling what sounded like a hybrid of Greek bussing and a sweet-talking-baby voice. Upon my acknowledgement he screamed, "GET UP HERE NOW BECAUSE I AM ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT!" This was not a comforting welcome. "Oh my sweet Lord...what the hell was I thinking," I thought. Teddy has been keeping bees for at least 5 years so why would be be so nervous? Could it be that he lied to me about the extremity and danger of this seemingly crunchy task? His hands are larger than my entire torso! If he was scared, I would enter a whole 'nother realm of uncomfortable. I was about to get stung for real. Teddy generously left me the bee suit.  I slipped into what felt like paper, a safari hat, giant net, and elbow length leather gloves. How the bees wouldn't sting me through this joke of a protective uniform was beyond me. Sure enough, I climbed up the ladder as the hum grew into a roar.


       There were three large wooden boxes, each with a copper cover, and a frantic Teddy shoving a smoke pump at me and gulping heavily as we both thought "oh shit." There were three smaller boxes made of screens, each housing 10,000 Italian honey bees from Pennsylvania. Though the three wooden boxes seemed like simple hollow wooden boxes, each housed the framework of the factory that would soon become a living bee hive. Bee hives are like buildings with different parts, sections, and structural elements. They act like an entire organism with interconnected parts. Each box has a bottom board that acts as the foundation and passageway. On top of that lies the brood chamber or hive body containing slots full of removable frames holding walls of bees wax. This is where we planted the queen and dropped all the other bees. Then there lies the queen excluder, a thin layer of plastic with rows of tiny windows that keeps the queen in the hive body and prevents her from laying eggs in the part of the hive where honey is made. The next layer called the top super is like the party room where all of the magical bee regurgitation, aka honey, takes place. Then the hive is topped with an inner cover that looks like a thin board of wood with a skinny 6 inch opening in the middle. Finally, it is topped with an outer cover with a stylish copper roof. These bees are livin' in style.
       We removed the top super and pulled out four of the bees wax frames. Before opening each box of bees we sprayed them with equal parts sugar and water to get them sorta drunk so they didn't unleash on us. Pumping smoke also calms the bees, but Teddy has found sugar water to be more effective. My whole body tensed up as Teddy carefully removed each lid and fished out the queens. The Queen Bee comes corked in her own little box. She goes in first since the bees will only stay in the hive if the Queen remains. Once she is settled, the rest of the bees are home free, but not without a horrifying and adrenaline pumping important step. To avoid getting stung, one must not make any sudden movements or squish any bees, as they release pheromones that tag you as the enemy and can provoke the other bees to avenge the death of their fallen comrade...which means you will get stung.  I got the smoke pump ready as to my horror Teddy BANGED the box onto the hive to make the bees fall in. Literally...banged the box on the hive. "PUMP! SMOKE! SMOKE," he screamed, as I braced myself for the swarm of bees I thought would force us off the shipping container and prancing around the yard like a spastic pair of screaming boobies. To my surprise, though a few bees flew around frantically like drunken crack fairies, they were pretty relaxed. "TALK TO THEM IN ITALIAN! WE HAVE TO STAY CALM," Teddy said, as he sweet talked the bees and tried to stay cool. After a few more bangs, some smoke, and my body's entire supply of cortisone, the bees were all in the hive. We put on the top super, left them some sugar water, and capped the hive. Then it was my turn.


       "NUT UP NANCY" were the comforting words Teddy left me with to brace myself for the coming challenge. If I wanted honey I needed to face my fear. I needed to go all out. I thought a 30 second mediation with the bees would connect our energy and calm my fear. Well...while that spiritual reiki business has saved all other aspects of my life and keeps me sane on a daily basis, it sure as hell doesn't make a swarm of 30,000 bees any less intimidating. I don't think the bees are interested in "connecting with my energy field" anyway. Nevertheless, I successfully transplanted the bees into the hive without a single sting (thanks to the bee suit). Teddy wasn't so lucky...and I won't tell you where he got stung...
       I found myself lulled by the buzzing once I overcame the frenzy of my fear. The bees are actually very calming. The final step was installing the entrance reducer, a small piece of wood with a tiny hole that goes in the bottom of the hive body on the bottom board. It keeps predators from entering the hive while leaving a small hole big enough for the bees to safely enter and exit. After making sure the hives all had food and the bees were warm, we descended from the shipping container and left them to do their "beesniss." Not only did I leave my fear of bees with the hives, but also my heart. I was in love. The bees' knees really are a majesty of sorts. I am so thankful for this opportunity that Teddy has given me to take care of my own flock.
        I am sure the bees will supply me with more than honey and freedom from fright. They slow you down and force you to move confidently and softly. We all need to slow down a little in life and take our time to enjoy the simple moments like listening to the buzz of a bee or enjoying the sweetness of fresh, raw honey. Or maybe I have no effing clue what I'm rambling about. Either way, the bees are our friends and we need to start workings towards their recovery. Bee populations across the country are declining and suffering a sort of bee blight. There are many theories for the cause. Many argue that the main cause of Colony Collapse Disorder is neonicotinoid, a pesticide that attacks the nervous system of targeted pests and is spreading to the nectar and pollen of crops, thereby making its way into the bodies of our bees. Our gardens will not flourish without their pollination and our tea will taste like poo without their vomit. Find out what you can do to make a difference at: http://www.onegreenplanet.org/animalsandnature/the-disappearing-bees-and-what-you-can-do-to-help/. If we slow down, get the buzz on what's really going on, and make an effort to help restore local populations, maybe one day the bees will once again beeee alright.


Thank you Teddy for teaching me so much about farming, politics, bees and Greek coffee.


“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.”
— Albert Einstein


Monday, April 8, 2013

Hydroponics at Thera Farms

       We were hard at work today at Thera Farms! Teddy the Master Tomato Whisperer and I had the help of my Nonno, a seasoned farmer from Southern Italy that can make figs grow out of a can of poo. After cleaning the channels with hydrogen peroxide, transplanting baby romaine seedlings into channels, and planting more bok choy and green oak lettuce, we unclogged some channels. While the warm weather is exciting since we can once again come out of the greenhouse, into the dirt, and run around half naked, it means we must say goodbye to our beloved friends arugula and the allstar lettuce mix. They did great in the hydroponics system throughout the winter, but they wilt quickly and must be kept at a constantly cool temperature. Unless we refrigerated the entire stand at the outdoor farmers markets, there's no way these guys would make it throughout the summer. Teddy decided to switch to something heartier, aka romaine. We will however, be continuing to grow Boston Butter/Bib lettuce!
       Everyday we check the small, individual hoses that run directly into the channels for clogs. If the water flow is not as strong as it should be, it means something is wrong. Calcium builds up in the oxygen filter in the main reservoir of water, which sometimes slows the flow. First we turn the pump off and clean the filter. If that doesn't slow the problem, we blow into the individual hoses, while banging the pipe in the hopes that any excessive calcium build up will free itself. If that doesn't work, which it usually does, we have to remove the hoses and clean the joint in the pipes with a small wire. What a pain in the butt!
      Today we decided to make an educational video that will show people more about what hydroponics actually is. Teddy is really a farmer AND a scientist, as you can see in our video below. It takes a lot of dedication, monitoring, and handy-man skills to keep this large unit up and running smoothly. Check it out and share!


Bok choy babies

Freshly transplanted romaine lettuce

"Almost-full-grown" romaine lettuce

Thursday, February 21, 2013

There's More to Farming than Organic versus Conventional: A Look at Integrated Pest Management


           While it is becoming easier to secure food from local sources due to the recent surge in Farmer’s Markets and Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) shares throughout the U.S., many of us are still in the dark when it comes to how our food is produced. Tackling the question of where was half the battle. Yet knowing where our food was raised does not ensure it was done so sustainably and ethically. Jargon filled resources that discuss organic, pesticides, biodynamic, etc. turns what already feels like a scramble to find quality foods into a question of public and environmental health. What do these words mean and how does that reflect how my food was produced? Many of my own acquaintances often ask me whether or not they should care about if a product is organic or not. I think most are mislead by the notion that all organic farms simply plant seeds, water them, and harvest the crops, without any interjections, synthetic or not.
 Although this idea is romantic, there is much more to farming methods than whether or not they simply use pesticides. Though many of us would prefer to consume produce grown without the use of any additives, this isn’t always possible due to varying environmental conditions. Most consumers cringe at the word “pesticide,” and rightfully so given the fearful seeds planted by mainstream media. However, just because your food is not grown “o’ natural” doesn’t mean it received a daily dousing of the deadly pesticides we see sweeping across fields in Food, Inc. In fact, Integrated Pest Management (IPM) is one farming method that is either commonly misconceived or a mystery altogether.
Before I proceed, I’d like to state that I am not advocating for the use of pesticides. I am happy to see the rising interest in sustainable food among the general public. However, I hate to see people shy away from local produce just because it is not organic. Indeed, the negative effects of pesticides are well studied and have been linked to the following: negative neurological and hormonal effects among humans; the evolution of pesticide-resistant pests; and the pollution of ground water. However there are other issues essential to deciding what food to purchase that do not revolve around pesticides, such as miles travelled before consumption, preservation techniques, nutritional value, and effects on the local economy. We have to look at the big picture when asking ourselves which is more sustainable: an organic fruit grown in Mexico and shipped to New York or a local fruit grown using IPM from within 20 miles? Proper knowledge of farming methods is essential to the ultimate understanding of food and should contribute to one’s shopping decisions. IPM is one such method that merits an explanation.
            Let’s break it down. What are the definitions of integrated, pest, and management? Cornell University’s Cooperative Extension explains that integrated indicates that many strategies from different disciplines are used to avoid or solve a pest problem. A pest is an unwanted organism that causes damage to animals, plants, and humans, while management is the process of deciding how to keep pests from reaching harmful levels. IPM therefore is a preventative approach that utilizes information on the life cycles of pests and their interaction with the environment to make informed decisions about how to plant and treat crops. IPM is an environmentally sensitive farming approach that encompasses several methods utilizing information on pests and climate to grow in a way that is economically efficient and reduces our dependency on pesticides and damage to the environment. Basically what this means is that farmers will take measures to evaluate the presence of pests, prevent their damage, and assess their effects before deciding how they will treat a crop, leaving chemical pesticide treatment as a least resort.
            IPM begins with preventing pests from invading to begin with. Like many other methods of farming, the first step in pest prevention involves manual cultural processes. Plowing, rotating crops, removing infected plant material, sanitizing equipment, and managing compost and manure effectively may seem like common sense, but they are essential to pest prevention. Farmers also use numerous structural barriers that protect the soil from elements such as wood that are favorable to moisture and pests that could easily penetrate the soil through direct contact.  They also use greenhouses and netting.
            While it may appear that farming is all about physical labor and reserved for those green thumbed, strong backed individuals who can tough the mud, it actually requires a great deal of scientific knowledge. IPM farmers must be knowledgable about entire ecosystems, ensuring that there is proper balance and mimicking natural cycles. One such method is the use of biological controls to prevent pests, such as biological control agents, or natural enemies of pests that can be introduced to a crops’ environment to attack pests upon detection. Farmers will introduce these species, which function as the antibodies or immune response to pests. Furthermore, just as we aware that our immune system reacts unfavorably when we sit in the rain on a cold day, famers use similar logic when choosing what plants are appropriate for each environment. They chose pest-resistant varieties that are less susceptible than other varieties to certain insects and diseases. Though it does not completely eliminate the need for pesticides, it lowers the likelihood.
            Such methods obviously require a great deal of planning, knowledge of the climate and environment, and monitoring. IPM farmers, like other farmers, work long hours to ensure their crops are sufficiently monitored. They check the area for pests, identify them if present, and evaluate the effectiveness of biological control agents. Once a pest is properly detected and identified, IPM farmers then evaluate the threshold, or tolerance level, of the infected crops.  If the number of pests is above the plant’s threshold, the damage done to the crops is sufficient enough to cause economic loss.  Essentially, the farmer must detect to what extent the pests have damaged the crops, how that affects their income, and whether or not the situation is severe enough to use pesticides.  If the pests have done enough damage, farmers must find a fast solution, but they aren’t spraying just yet! Their last option before spraying is harvesting early, which depends on the maturity and cost-benefit analysis of the crops. When nothing else can be done, chemical pesticides are used to bring the pest population under threshold and back under control. Most IPM farmers will use low-risk pesticides that are less harmful for consumers and the environment.
Although at one point I too hesitated upon buying anything that is not organic, after learning about the intricate process involved in alternative farming methods that ensure low levels of pesticides, I am less close-minded. I am also realizing that organic farming does not necessarily ensure the absence of all synthetic chemicals, but that's a topic for a whole other article. I think part of the reason why most consumers don’t know about IPM is that unlike organic farming that has an identity in the marketplace, IPM doesn’t yet have a niche. Organic farming even has a sticker and strict certification process. IPM, however, still doesn’t have its own certification process that is recognized by the US Department of Agriculture. This may be due to the complex control process used in IPM, which makes it hard to monitor across varying environments and farms since they are not limited to one strict set of practices. Every IPM process is personalized to the pests, crops, and climate of each individual farm.
Overall, I hope more consumers will realize that there are many more options available when deciding what kinds of produce to purchase. Although produce grown by IPM is nearly unidentifiable at mainstream grocery stores, vendors at farmers markets will surely be informed. It gives us one more reason to shop locally and meet our farmers. Ideally more consumers will be more understanding of IPM farmers, especially on fruit farms like apple orchards whose old trees cannot support crop rotation and other pest-preventative measures. Ask your farmer and you will see how many of those non-organics are also non-pesticide-dousing farmers who actually recognize the need to decrease our dependency on chemical pesticides.