Columbia, Our Familia

Columbia, Our Familia

In 2015 I started writing a business plan.  At first, I thought maybe we would improve the dairy.  

While I was working on that we had already began to sell eggs, chicken and pork out of a few chest freezers in the circa 1880 garage.  At the time we had a total of five customers, mostly well known neighbors and one new person. We’ll call her Columbia, that is our household term of endearment for her.  This lovely, always well put together lady would come and usually buy every egg I had in the small dorm size fridge on the porch. When we added chicken and pork, she would buy those as well.  Sometimes her grown daughters or husband would join her that is how I learned they were from Columbia, South America. Sometimes we would need a little sign language to determine the cut of meat she was looking for.  My Spanish improved, her English improved. I would text in Spanish, she would reply in English.

On Thanksgiving, while Wayne was milking and I started our simple meal, she arrived.  This time with a Suburban full of relatives. Another daughter and her children. We toured the barns, pet chicks and bunnies, discussed the roundest of piggies.  It was a lovely visit.

On Christmas, two Surburbans pulled in.  This time it was also Aunts and cousins from Columbia.  The visit was also wonderful, filled with laughter and happy children.  Toward the end, the Patriarch, her husband, explained that in Columbia they lived near farms, their nephew had a sheep farm and had just purchased a dairy, so coming here and spending time reminded them of home.  In Columbia it was very common to buy meat, eggs and veggies from your neighbors. We became that slice of home.

Shortly thereafter they moved to the other side of Saratoga.  They had been renting a house near here and were able to buy their first home here.  A little further away, but sometimes if I was running to Saratoga we would meet near stores or I would drop off at the house.  

Their first visit to our official market was filled with hugs, pride, oohs and ahhs.  It was truly like having family here.

From the very beginning this has been the why.  

Real food for our neighbors.

That’s not changing any time soon.  

I’ve had some ideas that have been great.  I’ve had just as many that have sunk like the Titanic.

We’re here for you.  We want your visit here to be lovely, we want to welcome your visitors, we want to fill your fridge and freezer with wonderful food.  

Equally important is sustainability.

Bottom line, the more families we feed the more sustainable we are.  

We are small, but mighty.  Part primitive, part progressive.

Our commitment to low impact life means you may get a repurposed bag, our chickens eat all the kitchen veggies scraps, the cats and dogs take care of the meats.  

It means I built my desk out of boards I found in the barn from the original silo.

It means the dresser a neighbor, Pete Rinaldi, made for me before I was born--holds my printers, silverware and dog treats.  

It means Aunt Kathy’s dresser and Maryanne Rowiski’s leftover hutch top have blended into the spot that hold office supplies, snacks, and dishes.  

It means our home is mostly heated with oddball wood pieces from the ends of the logs that we cut customer’s perfectly even and manageable wood from.  Wood that is harvested from around the fields to maintain the farmland.

It’s not a tagline, it’s a life.

Some call it “trendy,” I call it resourceful.  

(If this makes me trendy it’s purely by accident and the first time this has happened in my life;-)  

Thank you for being part of the familia.  Thank you for letting us feed you.

Thank you for sharing your family and friends with us and please continue to do so.  

With every dollar, we vote for the world we want to live in.  More impactful than any political race are the votes you make every day, with every dollar.

Buy the change you want in your world.

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