Jordan's Natural Acres

Meet Your Meat

Lest you think I only have one child, this week I lured the other two to join us on our trip to the market. I was, for some strange reason, labouring under the misapprehension that Jordan’s Meat Market had prepared meat available. Therefore, I enticed the boys to join us with promises of “meat! Meeeeaaattt!!!” I’m not entirely sure why this approach worked on Max, our budding vegetarian, but apparently I sounded just crazy enough to convince him to come along.

These little piggies went to the market
These little piggies went to the market

Once there, my discombobulation continued as I asked my vegan friend if he knew where Jordan’s were located. Sorry again, Jon!

Jordan’s booth is like their meat: straight to the point and uncluttered by additives. I asked for what we’d come to get: beef sausages. I asked why beef, and Betty pragmatically informed me that she wanted to make sausages, but there were already two other vendors providing pork ones. My Jewish-unless-it’s-bacon husband was pretty pleased with the idea.

Clara was delighted to meet meat maker Betty
Clara was delighted to meet meat maker Betty

Jordan’s is a fourth generation farm with a fifth generation waiting in the wings. They grow their meat and eggs the natural way – on grass and hay. Betty explained that her husband’s father had followed the prevailing wisdom of his day and finished off the beef in the barn, fattening them up with grain. But then, she explained, they’d just get shipped to the butcher who trimmed off the fat. Betty thought they should skip the unnecessary expense and silliness. Grass-fed beef is leaner and more delicious anyway.

I asked Betty what their most popular item was, but she told me it really depends. She used to have an Acadia athlete who would buy 5lbs of beef liver from her every week. When I accidentally let slip that liver is not my favourite thing in the whole world she quickly explained that she has a “great” recipe for liver…covered in bacon. She also offered that most people cook overcook liver and a quick searing was where all the magic was.

This woman was filling her own cloth bag, presumably not with 5 pounds of liver... but one never knows
This woman was filling her own cloth bag, presumably not with 5 pounds of liver… but one never knows

Betty told me how the farm used to only sell meat in ‘bulk,’ and it was their son who came up with the idea to start selling at the Wolfville Farmers’ Market. If you’ve ever gone to a grocery store the night before a snowstorm, you’ll agree that Betty is right: most people don’t plan ahead these days, so ready-for-a-meal size is a popular way to sell meat now. That said, the farm is still happy to sell you your very own “in case of snowmageddon” stash from the market or straight from the farm.

And this is how simple it can be to make your own delicious dinner, folks. I brought the sausage home, tossed it on the counter, and by supper time it was thawed completely and all set for Mike to make into a delicious meal.

Mike was so enamoured of the sausage he filled the SD card with various-states-of-cooking shots. When I expressed my disappointment that there was no room left for photos of the children enjoying the sausage, Mike saved the day with a quick-thinking removal of Christmas photos. Thanks, Mike!

Worth deleting Christmas photos for.  Yummy!
Worth deleting Christmas photos for. Yummy!

We encountered a wee problem in that the package contained 4 sausages, and we are 5. No problem, Mike and I each got a full one, and the kids each got portions. Our budding vegetarian pronounced them “great.” He then says “it kind of tastes like honey” to which Solomon replied, with withering side-eye, “well YEAH, she SAID they’re honey garlic!” And they were. Oh yes indeed.

As the children bolted down their portions, they eyed ours greedily. Being the noble, generous person I am, I cut off 3 bites for my children. Each saved the bite so they could “save the best for last.”

Look!  It's the hitherto elusive writer in the flesh, er, in person.
Look! It’s the hitherto elusive writer in the flesh, er, in person.

As Mike cleared his plate away he casually remarked that there was half a sausage left. What a guy.

My only recommendation is not to buy these sausages in bulk unless you, yourself, are interested in becoming bulky. They are irresistible.


Jordan’s Meat Market can be located at the Wolfville Farmer’s Market, online at, and now on Facebook, too.


The Adventure of the Procurement of a Delicious Smoothie from Stewart’s Organic Farm that Almost Didn’t Happen

Stewart’s provided the refreshment for March’s meeting of the Annapolis Valley Refresh Group (see what I did there?). Sadly, said meeting conflicted with my Running Group and neither Group was willing to move to accommodate my tasting requirements. Oh, the humanity. Nonetheless, as soon as I was finished running, I hopped into my car and sped from Centreville to Wolfville (and by “sped” I mean, of course, that I drove carefully, following the posted legal speed limit and obeying all the traffic signs).

I arrived at the meeting and Mike came toward me with a slightly sheepish look on his face. It seems the ever-varying numbers at Refresh were surprisingly high that month and, as a result, Stewart’s had underestimated how much smoothie-goodness to provide. And who turns down a smoothie? That’s right – NO ONE.

Mike managed to restrain himself enough to provide me with about 2 Tbsp of Blueberry Smoothie. It was delicious and tantalizing. I choked back sobs as I drove home. I would have sobbed even harder if he’d told me I’d missed out on meeting the lovely youngest member of the Stewart’s Farming “family”.

Mia – pictured here with her mother Sarah, and Al – the big deal
Mia – pictured here with her mother Sarah, and Al – the big deal

Luckily, tiny woman and I were soon able to bring ourselves to the Wolfville Farmer’s Market and procure Smoothies for our own darn selves! Clara chose mixed berry (a blend of equal parts strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry), and I chose strawberry. It seems Clara has her finger on the pulse of the Stewart’s Shoppers as Al tells me Mixed Berry is their most popular flavour.

And now for the inside info: if you remember last year’s sad strawberry supply, you (wink wink) should know that if you have a hankering for a strawberry Smoothie: ACT FAST (nudge nudge).

Al mixes them up while you wait and they both smile a lot.
Al mixes them up while you wait and they both smile a lot.
Clara regaled Sarah with a lively explanation of the history of her teeth loss. This produced more smiling from Sarah.
Clara regaled Sarah with a lively explanation of the history of her teeth loss. This produced more smiling from Sarah.

Al provided me with an equally lively explanation of the history of Stewart’s Smoothie production. It seems that about 4 years ago the Stewarts were faced with a dilemma: what to do with crud1-free berries that go bad very quickly? Toss them into the freezer and make delicious Smoothies, of course! Their bumper crop is your good fortune, really.

I kind of have a thing about Smoothies. Well, I have a thing about replacing meals with Smoothies. Especially when the Smoothies are filled with junk. Let me be the first to reassure you, there is zero percent junk in these Smoothies (just kidding about “the first” part – Stewart’s was Organic before you decided it was hip and they are more committed to it than your hip is to holding your leg up. Okay, so that metaphor got away from me a little). The Smoothies are 100% CERTIFIED Organic and 100% fill-you-to-the-brim delicious. I didn’t eat again until supper. Al tells me that he considers the Smoothies more of a treat, in any case, but you can be the judge of that!

Clara with Smoothie before the fall
Clara with Smoothie before the fall

Tiny woman also inadvertently dropped the last eighth, or so, of her Smoothie all over a lovely young woman named Emma and her craft booth. The good people of the Wolfville Farmer’s Market are very kind and helpful with cleanup. I was very embarrassed. Clara wanted another Smoothie. I decided to avoid more carnage and declined. I’m therefore also able to tell you that the Smoothies have excellent coverage (including Tiny Woman’s tights, pictured here).


Bonus portion of this post – for the most part, I re-worked Al’s answers to my questions…but this exchange was too good not to share:

Do you have a fail-proof method for keeping bits of smoothie out of your teeth?

Good point, we need to smack the heck out of the smoothies to get the blueberry skins as small as possible. On a positive note, the bits and pieces that get by us are proof that there are actually real things in the smoothies. You won’t have that problem at the fast food joints in their products which “contain real fruit”.

Stewart’s has a permanent location at the Wolfville Farmer’s Market, “On the other side of the wall from TAN Coffee, and across the market from Just Us Coffee.” They can also be tracked down online on Twitter: @StewartsOrganic, on Facebook, and at their very own site:


[1] Pesticides, herbicides, fungicides, any other -icides that kill stuff and poison people.

Nothing Bad Here
Nothing Bad Here