Cows!

My family made the jaunt down to Cedar Summit farm in New Prague, MN this past Saturday. Things looked pretty grim as we forgot the directions, overshot our exit by 17 miles and ended up in Faribault, by which time both Drake and Guppy woke and commenced a particularly painful screaming session. We did make it to the farm, though, and got to see the cows who give the milk and cream we buy. Guppy’s conversation was mostly “hi!” and “moo!” while we were there. Drake and G. Grod took a tour of the farm while I saw a presentation by a farmer from Moonstone farms. I enjoyed the cooking demo and learned some things about cooking grass-fed beef: bring to room temp before cooking, cook lower and slower and for less time than conventional beef, go for rare if possible. Both Guppy and I enjoyed the Moonstone Farms seared beef with carrots and cuke in a lettuce wrap. We all ate local wild-rice bratwursts from Pastures a Plenty and Cedar Summit ice-cream cones. I waited too long for a cup of my favorite root beer, 1919 (made by Schell’s Brewery in New Ulm, MN); the keg got tapped. Ah well, the Minnesota State Fair is only a month away.

Future dates for MN foodies:

MN Cooks at the State Fair: Sunday August 26, 2007

Beef and Blues (music and cheeses) at Cedar Summit Farm: Sunday September 9, 2007

3 Responses to “Cows!”

  1. carolyn Says:

    i went to college with lots of kids from Faribault. :)

  2. Sydney Says:

    Ahhhh… Faribault! I have radio stations there, and noted on my recent visit that it appears to be stuck in 1958. Cute little town, though. And a great outlet mall just outside, near Owatonna. LOTS of cows in that area. When driving from Faribault back to Minneapolis, I was overwhelmed by how many farms and happy, fat cows dotted the side of the highway.

  3. girldetective Says:

    I have no problem with Faribault other than it’s where the boys woke up and began to practice their screaming harmonics. G. Grod stopped there for a map, and we were back on our way. For a while, I think Faribault will exist in my mind as “17 miles farther than where I wanted to be.”