{"id":30603,"date":"2023-05-18t14:55:11","date_gmt":"2023-05-18t14:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"\/\/www.getitdoneaz.com\/?p=30603"},"modified":"2024-02-22t17:05:20","modified_gmt":"2024-02-22t17:05:20","slug":"wild-rice-farming-northern-california","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/\/www.getitdoneaz.com\/story\/wild-rice-farming-northern-california\/","title":{"rendered":"essay | wild rice farming in northern california: finding sustainability for a notoriously unsustainable crop"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
do you know how some places have a certain smell? a smell that imprints itself on the fabric of your mind, your memories. my family\u2019s wild rice farm has one of those smells, it\u2019s earthy and dry and smells like grasses and rust and deet. i\u2019ll smell it, and immediately, i am a child again, catching mosquito fish along the water\u2019s edge. <\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n my late grandparents, pat and ray purchased their property in the 1970s. their children, mostly grown by this point, were unimpressed. it is far from any major cities, and they were convinced that it was home to sasquatch. once my grandparents settled in, they decided to join the other farms in the area by growing wild rice. it is a dark grain that is chewy and sturdy. it\u2019s delicious in soups, salads, and stuffing, but it\u2019s terrible when puffed in chocolate and even worse by itself. my grandparents put it in just about everything and we ate it all, mostly just to make them happy. <\/span><\/p>\n\n\n