Good-bye & thank you!

Our son and the CSA are the same age. For the first season - back when the farm was a solo project of Jason’s - Silas was a newborn.

Fast forward and both the farm and boy are eight. The farm is now every bit a team effort, and the CSA is also at an end. Thank you so much for being a CSA member. Some of you have been with us for years. How appreciated you made us feel by signing up each season.

We hope you enjoyed your time with us. If you’d like to track down Plot Twist Farm produce next season, you’ll be able to find us at several locations.

The other night, the three of us talked about how we felt about the CSA ending. We agreed it was bittersweet. We all have new things happening in our lives, and it feels like an exciting time. But something that was a force of good in our lives is ending, and it’s impossible to not feel a bit of sadness.

The farm has always been a blend of grit, goodwill, and great luck. We brought the grit, and it was you who always brought the goodwill by supporting a small farm. From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you.

~ Stella & Jason

Time for a new chapter

We have four lists hanging on our fridge. They’re lists of what we’re planning to put in the last CSA shares of the season. We’ve made these lists for eight years. In that time, we’ve packed weekly produce shares, June through October, for more than 300 households total. That’s close to 6,000 shares.

After eight years, we’re opening to a fresh page for the farm, and our family, and doing so means it’s time to end the CSA. We’re grateful for everything the CSA helped us do, and we’re also excited for the future.

We’ve found ourselves in the fortunate position of no longer requiring the CSA to financially sustain our family or farm. If you’ve followed our story, you know that Jason left his full-time job in December. He started his own business as a grant writer and project manager. To our complete and joyous surprise, this business was immediately able to support our family.

And while this was wonderful news for us, it did upend our year. This was supposed to be the season when we farmed full time, with Jason’s new business operating on the side for added financial security. To keep ourselves sane, we decreased our farm workload in the ways that we could. This meant focusing on the CSA, while drastically scaling back retail sales, and only attending the farmers market when it did not put too much strain on our week.

Next year, we’ll be doing the reverse. We’ll return to selling to local outlets, and we’ll be regulars again at the farmers market.

This farm reset will open up time and energy for long overdue personal and professional goals, and allow us much more time with family. It will also allow us to retool the farm. We’re drawing up plans for an entirely new farm layout (one of the benefits of a business built of soil!), and rethinking what we’ll plant and how much. There’s a new, exciting energy flowing into our lives.

We’re grateful for everything the CSA gave us. It’s because of the CSA that there’s even a farm. And it gave us the confidence to make the leap to self-employment, a decision that has changed our lives in the most fantastic way. Along the way, we’ve met people who will be special to us always. We’ve finished Part 1 of the farm’s story. Time for the sequel.

~ Stella

A little weeding...

Last year, the farm was aesthetically pleasing for most of the season. The rows were (mostly) neat and tidy, and we were proud to show it off. This year, it’s quite aesthetically displeasing. Yet, despite the weeds, it’s been a good year so far, so we’re just not going to worry about what it looks like this season.

We did, however, need to clear out one spot, or risk losing our celery, which Jason started from seed in February and tended to for weeks before we transplanted it in June.

This was the sitch on Sunday morning:

Believe it or not, there were four rows of tiny celery in this mess, as well as rosemary.

We pulled a few weeds by lunchtime. Haha!

Getting better. The celery looks droopy because it literally hasn’t experienced full sun in weeks.

Way in the back, there was a section of celery that was a lost cause. Some kind of grass that was nearly impossible to pull had taken hold (and was no joke 4 feet tall!). We salvaged any celery we could from that section and transplanted it. Then, we mowed the grass down. The celery and rosemary are tucked all snug in straw and getting a long watering. On the far left, you see heirloom tomatoes.

Here’s proof that we do crawl out from under the weeds every now and then. Fingernails mostly clean. We had my best friend and her children stay with us last week, and she took Silas and her boys on an adventure day. We declared that we were wrapping up farm work in the morning and doing something fun — just the two of us. We checked out Davenport Fruit Farm Cidery and Winery — what a cool place! It was so nice to relax for a few peaceful hours. And, yes, we spent much of that time talking about… the farm!

And I’ll close things out with a tomato photo because we’re elbows deep in tomatoes right now. Enjoy the rest of your August. Nights are getting cooler. School’s about to start and we’re half way through the CSA season.

~ Stella

Best laid plans

If you know what they say about “best laid plans,” then you’re wiser than we were last year. We thought we had 2022 all figured out, and then it unfolded in a completely unexpected way from the start.

We’re happy to report that the unexpected turn of events this year has been a true gift to our family. Last year, Jason started his own grant writing and project management firm. Basically, he's continuing to use the skills he acquired during his decade in local government, but in the private sector on his own schedule.

This was supposed to be a side gig — just something for added financial security. As soon as he left his full-time county government job in December, his new business took flight — and it hasn’t touched down yet. We even recently completed the steps necessary to make me an employee of the business. We definitely did not see that coming.

To keep ourselves from going crazy with work this year, we’ve scaled back how much we harvest and sell. While the CSA remained unchanged from last year (about 50 families, 18 weeks of produce), we decided to step back from online sales and regular farmers market appearances. We LOVE setting up a stand at the Meadville Market House on Saturday mornings, but we could not maintain that level of time/physical labor every week this season. We skipped the past few Saturdays to catch up on the farm and enjoy family time — and just breathe! FYI: We do expect to be at the farmers market this Saturday (July 30).

We’re learning to set boundaries with the farm, and work in general. This season, our farm priority is the CSA. Beyond that, we’re not doing anything if it stretches us too thin.

We definitely didn’t see this plot twist coming, but we’re glad it did. We’ve been 100 percent self-employed for seven months now. Our new business has given us financial freedom and freedom when it comes to the farming choices we make. We’re still busy making plans for 2023, of course, because we’re planners. But we’re remembering to factor in enjoying life and our family and friends in those plans.

~ Stella


Spring so far

It’s been a blur of baseball, cyber school, farming, and other work. So it goes with spring.

It’s Silas’s first year playing ball. Grandpa Gary mowed a ball field at the farm. We’ve had a lot of fun helping Silas practice and watching him play. By extremely lucky circumstances, I get to watch my 7-year-old and my 74-year-old dad play ball.

The photo above is how every season begins — with Jason starting dozens of seed flats. If you follow along, you know Jason quit his full-time, off-farm job in December. He also started his own company — a grant-writing and project management firm. We were both surprised — OK, stunned — at how quickly this took off. Another one of life’s plot twists. It’s been great for our family, but it’s re-shaping our year. We’re also going through the formal process of officially making me an employee of the new business. We’re still figuring out what a “typical” week looks like during the growing season, and trying to rein in the number of hours worked.

So this winter and early spring, Jason ended up poking seeds in potting soil late into the night once more. We thought days like that were behind him, but we were wrong. We were mistaken to think this new life would neatly click into place, but we’re figuring it out.

This garlic was planted last autumn. We’ll harvest mid summer.

The night Silas scored his first run!

First market of the season. You’ll find us every Saturday at the Meadville Market House at 9 a.m. We’ve been loving our market Saturdays. For one thing, the Friday harvest is so much easier and more enjoyable with Jason and me working as a team. The Market House has been a bustling place Saturday mornings. Opening the doors and at times seeing people milling all around has been awesome.

Down to the last chive. Someone came along and bought it.

Notice the change in attire from Week 1 to Week 2.

The Big Tunnel after Jason straightened it out and I put straw down thick. Green onions, oregano, spinach, broccoli, and radishes were growing earlier this spring. The empty rows now have tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers.

Here we have garlic, kale, broccoli, and lettuce. You may notice the lack of landscape fabric. We learned last season that fabric is a no-go for anything in spring, and unwise year-round for any crop voles find delicious and we hold precious — like lettuce.

The onions are doing terrific. We put down thick straw and planted directly into it. We won’t worry about those anymore until late summer.

Above is a photo of the tomatoes and peppers we planted Memorial Day weekend.

Hope you’re enjoying spring. The CSA will likely start in the third week of June. We’ll send out plenty of notifications beforehand. We’ll probably open our online orders around that time, as well.

In the meantime, if you’re in the Meadville area, come see us on Saturday mornings.

~ Stella

A reminder before Season 8 begins

While we sat drinking tea and coffee after breakfast, Jason shared a memory that came up on his phone for today from 2019. It was the day we put up the plastic on the Big Tunnel.

As Silas and I scrolled through the photos, we chimed, “There’s Angelica! There’s Garrett! There’s grandpa!”

On that March day, Angelica returned to the farm early to pitch in with the plastic. And Garrett, of Fat Hawk Farm, is community-minded, and well known to set aside time to help when he’s needed. Another person who has always been the first to volunteer a helping hand is Gene. He spent a long, frigid December day with us in 2018 putting up the trusses for the Big Tunnel. My dad, Gary, spent many cold days working with us on that project, too. And we couldn’t have done it without my mother, Darlene, caring for Silas. Friends of ours from Bradford, Fawn and Greg, drove down one day to help dig holes in the cold and snow before we realized we really needed to rent an auger! It is a credit to all of their natures that they lent us their time and labor.

Seeing the photos this morning whipped up feelings of gratefulness. They were a good reminder as we embark on Season 8. Few people reach their goals by sheer will alone, even when it may seem that way. The kindness of others helps lift trusses along the way.

~ Stella

That’s Garrett, of Fat Hawk Farm, in the air in March 2019.

There’s Angelica! Spring 2019.

Grandpa Gary and Jason drilling the post holes in November 2018.

Grandpa Gary, left, and Gene working on the frame in December 2018.

Jason giving his father-in-law a much-deserved coffee and doughnut.

From the time he could help, he often has. But on those days when it’s just too cold, or the work will be too dangerous or long, we’re lucky to have the support of his grandmothers.

Spring gifts

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I was about to call it a night when Jason turned to me on the couch and said, “Want to see the baby lettuces?” Tired as I was, he looked and sounded too sweet to refuse.

He has them in the basement under grow lights. Poking out of the potting soil, reaching for the light, are the tiniest lettuces possible. Just wee green slips. Baby broccoli and lots of herbs, too. The oregano is so small you have to squint to see it. And lots of kale. Seed trays are the first sign of spring for us. Here are a few more favorites:

BIRDS SINGING

Everywhere and all the time. Isn’t it a relief to hear them again?

MOSS SEASON

The moss is never more brilliantly green than this time of year. Any place it grows takes on a mysterious and enchanted appearance. Unless it’s your roof.

HOME IMPROVEMENT PROJECTS IN HIGH GEAR

We had all winter to make home interior tweaks but as usual we waited until now. Maybe it’s because the clock is about to run out on such projects, when farming takes over in early spring. Or maybe the promise of good weather has us motivated to tackle all that needs tackling. Right now, we’re making a few inexpensive but big impact changes to my office, including green paint. And Jason taught me how to refinish my desk.

EGGS

Hurray! The chickens are laying again. This is a big deal since we go through about four dozen eggs a week. The ladies are relishing rolls in the dust on sunny afternoons. It’s nice to see them in the yard giving their feathers good shakes.

SYRUP MAKING

We put in about 10 taps. When conditions are right, we’re getting about 10 gallons of clear sap a day. It takes about 40 gallons of sap to make a gallon of maple syrup. Our goal is two gallons of syrup for the year.

TUNNEL WORK

Jason mowed inside the Big Tunnel the other day and worked up the rows. He seeded carrots, cilantro, radishes, and spinach.

BACKYARD BASEBALL

The weekend was extra warm. After an all-around great day, I was doing a few things in the house when I spied Silas and Jason playing catch in the back yard. Silas will be a minor leaguer this spring. He missed out on T-ball altogether thanks to the pandemic so Jason’s been working with him on the basics.

On this particular evening, the sun was setting behind them, and with no leaves to block the glow, they were both outlined in gold. I watched them as a warm breeze blew through the screen. Thank you, Spring, for so many gifts.

~ Stella

75% CSA retention rate for 2022!

This is a year unlike any other for us, as you know. For those of you who are new, Jason no longer works off the farm. That was not the case for our previous seven seasons. And Season 8 is a milestone year for another reason. After entering this year’s CSA memberships into a spreadsheet, Jason learned that 75 percent of our CSA members from last year have signed up for this year. The average retention rate for CSAs is about 45 percent.

The prospect of seeing and communicating with most of the same people this year came as happy news to me, and it makes me excited for the season. Many of those CSA members have been with us for several years now - if not from the very beginning!

A few CSA members opted out this year because they have plans to travel, with the end of the pandemic hopefully on the horizon. This, too, is happy news!

~ Stella

P.S. And we do have a few CSA spots still open. Last count was five.

Connections to the past

My mother’s mother was entirely Polish; her name was Esther. Esther’s father sailed from Poland to America, where he met his future wife, who was also Polish. (My mother’s father was Lithuanian.) My grandmother could speak and read Polish. When she gave us the Polish word for something, she lowered her voice, like the sounds were coming from deep down, and she’d punctuate the lesson with a big, proud grin.

My mother moved away from her Ohio family long before I was born, and I didn’t feel much connection to her Polish ancestry. When we’d return for weddings, I’d scramble out of the way to avoid being swept up in the fearsomely fast polkas. (Polka, by the way, isn’t actually a Polish invention. My indifference in acknowledging this fact is proof of how removed I am from my Polish roots.)

But a few years ago, I started following the site, Polish Your Kitchen, out of curiosity. It was fun to read the recipes, but most of them were either meat-centric or more complicated than I was willing to tackle.

Then, I came across Anna’s recipe for zupa fasolowa (fah-soh-loh-vah), a hearty Polish bean soup. I was curious to try it, so I added vegetarian bacon and marjoram to my grocery list. It had been awhile since my cupboard was stocked with marjoram. Apparently, it’s a traditional Polish seasoning.

When it was time to make the soup, Jason helped, and we invited Silas to drag a chair to the counter. When Silas was little, he used to drive me crazy with always wanting to help in the kitchen. Now, sometimes I’ll ask him to help, and he’ll say, “That’s OK,” and keep playing. But tonight, he wanted to be included in this mom-and-dad activity, plus he was highly curious about this fake bacon we kept talking about.

While Jason diced carrot and onion, and taught Silas how to cook (fake) bacon, I chopped potatoes. Everything smelled so good, and we had a warm fire crackling. Silas was chatty and precious, standing on his chair and stirring the pot. I just felt so damn happy.

You know when you’re cooking something, and you just know it’s going to be delicious? That’s how I felt, and a sample taste proved me right. This soup’s combination of smokiness and allspice makes it warm and cozy. I’m proudly adding this Polish zupa to my repertoire.

I also learned a good tip from Anna’s recipe. To thicken your water-based soup with flour (and keep it clump free), separately whisk together cold water and a few tablespoons flour, then add it to your cooked soup ingredients.

Here’s my zupa fasolowa.

History has been on my mind lately.

Earlier this week, the snowpack we’ve had since early January was coaxed to slush by warm southwest winds and sunshine. We finished up school early so we could enjoy the novelty of deep snow and balmy breezes. Even Luna was panting by the time we reached the farm.

Inside the high tunnels, it was hot enough to strip to a T-shirt. We took down the rest of the tomato hooks, and then relaxed in the sun. Jason and Silas tossed a ball the length of the Big Tunnel for Luna, and I rested on a bucket.

After a few minutes, head-to-toe warmth in February had me under its spell. I sank down on a straw-covered row and closed my eyes. When Jason and Silas left for home, I stayed. It felt like I was on the beach, with the wind like waves and the whipping plastic like sails. Last season’s straw had been soaking up the sun all morning. I’ve never had a spa treatment, but I don’t think they could do much better. It was one of those rare moments of luxuriant rest that come only in solitude, especially if you’re a mother.

Lying there, my thoughts turned to who else might have set foot here. Who has passed through this place? I’m approaching middle age, and it has me thinking often about those who came before me and those who will follow. This stage of life has that effect.

Before it was our farm, there were hooves that pressed the grass into the earth. My parents’ horses. But this equine fact is the extent of my definite knowledge of this land. It’s only been in my family about 30 years. However, there are ruins that provide a major clue to its history.

An old homestead lays at the bottom of the hill. A foundation remains from a home, and there’s a stone springhouse guarding a still prolific spring. You’re guaranteed to find broken crockery in the trickle that leads from the springhouse. Judging from the towering heights of the apple trees in the old orchard, they were likely planted by that farm family. Surely one of them tread where I lay.

I don’t know when the land was cleared. But it must have been woods at one time. Perhaps a tree grew exactly where I lay, and an ax man braced himself in this spot.

And before that, perhaps a leather-wrapped foot stepped softly here, heading downhill to what we know as the East Branch of Little Sugar.

All the possibilities suddenly spooked me, and I sat up, wanting to sever the connection between the ground and my thoughts. Imagine all that may have transpired in this spot? Could there have been incidents of great personal significance? A death? A birth? Or perhaps it was an ephemeral encounter. Just a hunter traversing the woods. Those kind of thoughts get you thinking about your own fleeting time walking the earth. And who will touch this ground decades from now, or centuries? They’ll never know that I kneeled here to pick peppers and cucumbers, and had some of the happiest moments with my family. And they would never guess that I laid on a bed of straw and wondered about them.

~ Stella

Kicking caffeine: from withdrawal to 6 months later

Yes, that’s a lemon, not coffee. It’ll make more sense later.

I started drinking coffee around age 9. In my parents’ defense, they brew coffee so weak you can see through it. But ever since, I have loved - no, worshipped - coffee. My first solo outing as a kid was actually to a coffee shop. We were visiting my grandparents in Ohio, and there was a place a few blocks down the street. Little Stella slapped on her snap bracelets, stuffed the pages of her notebook-paper novel into what was no doubt a sparkly folder, and proudly walked downtown. It was an afternoon of pure bliss, and coffee and writing (productivity, actually) remained neatly zippered together in my mind for more than two decades after.

But I started to doubt the benefit of my relationship with coffee earlier this year after investing a lot of time into learning about women’s health. The most influential voice was Alisa Vitti, founder of Flo Living, and author of Woman Code. Her life’s work is helping women sync with the four phases of their monthly cycle.

In her lectures and on her website, she advises women to quit caffeine. While I followed many of the recommendations in her book, and was happy with the outcomes, I let the caffeine warning fall on deaf ears because I absolutely did not want to give it up.

As the months passed, Vitti’s advice showed me how delicate a balance eating and drinking can be, and this pushed me toward suspicion when it came to the psychoactive beans that had started all my days for the past 27 years.

Vitti’s main argument against caffeine has to do with blood sugar. She writes on Flo Living that drinking coffee before breakfast (as I usually did) can “sabotage your blood sugar.” Vitti’s been saying this for years, but her assertion is now backed by research published in the British Journal of Nutrition.

Unstable blood sugar is detrimental for a long list of reasons. In the short term, when we begin the day with a spike, it sends us on a rollercoaster of moods and cravings for the rest of the day, Vitti says. It also sets off a cascade of hormone imbalances that have a big impact on a woman.

Vitti puts it this way:

“The problem is when blood sugar rises too high, as is the case when we eat a lot of sugar or, according to this new study, when we have coffee before breakfast. Blood sugar surges and so does insulin, and those spikes interfere with ovulation, which messes up progesterone production and contributes to one of the most common, and most troublesome, hormone imbalances: estrogen dominance.”

And on top of that:

“Overexposure to sugar and insulin can also contribute to fat storage and weight gain, and that can make estrogen dominance even worse. Add all this together with the synthetic estrogens we’re exposed to in the environment, and you’re set up for progesterone deficiency, estrogen dominance, and symptom-causing hormone imbalances. Hormone imbalances are why women in their reproductive years experience problems like PMS, acne, bloating, infertility, heavy or irregular cycles, and other hormone issues.”

Caffeine also spikes cortisol (the stress hormone) production in women, Vitti says, and this also leads to multiple issues.

After learning all of this, I began to accept that coffee might have me trapped in a vicious cycle.

As writer Michael Pollan explains in his book, This Is Your Mind on Plants, the main reason that morning cup of coffee feels like throwing open a sunny window to the day has less to do with caffeine’s stimulant nature, and more to do with how that first taste is actually relieving our first withdrawal symptoms. Pollan abstained from caffeine for three months and wrote all about it in his book, along with an illuminating history of coffee.

When we eat or drink caffeine, the caffeine molecule fits in a receptor in our central nervous system. By taking up this position, it blocks the neuromodulator that would naturally link up with that receptor. The particular neuromodulator that caffeine disrupts is called adenosine. Adenosine, when able to bind with its receptor, has a sleep-inducing effect on the brain. Throughout the day, adenosine builds up in our bodies and prepares us for rest. Actually, it pressures us to rest. So when caffeine swoops in and binds with adenosine’s receptors, it interferes with our desire to sleep. Spend even a few minutes researching how sleep works, or go a few hours without it in a night, and you know exactly why this is problematic. Caffeine insidiously presents itself as the cheerful solution to our problems each new morning, when it’s actually the agent of all the chaos.

Vitti would add that caffeine’s tampering with sleep also throws a woman’s hormones off kilter, leading to a wave of problems.

But as with just about any health matter, the more research you do, the more confusing and conflicting the information gets.

In Bill Bryson’s fascinating book, The Body, I noticed that he has only one line about caffeine. Caffeine “slightly counteracts” adenosine’s effects, he writes, “which is why a cup of coffee perks you up.” Even if this is true, I certainly drank a lot more than a single cup in a day, so my reality likely leaned toward Pollan’s more alarmist findings.

For most people, the quarter life of caffeine is about 12 hours. That means that 25 percent of the caffeine you consumed at noon is still coursing through you at midnight.

And then there’s research that supports coffee’s possible health benefits. At first glance, these studies may seem to let coffee off the hook, but Vitti points out that the information we have about coffee’s health benefits is derived from mostly scientific research that focuses on men.

Ultimately, I decided to try Vitti’s advice. I went cold turkey in August 2021. Here’s a daily journal of my withdrawal experiences, and an update on six months later.

NO-CAFFEINE JOURNAL

DAY 1 - Started the morning optimistic about my caffeine-free adventure. I drank two cups of caffeine-free tea, and ate a big breakfast. I did a few chores and then made lunch. Then, at 1 p.m. EST, the ground split open under my feet, spewing forth hellfire. That’s how it felt anyway. I was tired to the bone and had a pounding headache. The light through the windows hurt my head and I was in a fog. The world literally didn’t look right, and that was the weirdest part. There was an actual blueish haze everywhere. After a nap, the headache was so bad I made myself a damned cup of coffee and took an ibuprofen. The headache eased, but I remained super sluggish. These are all common caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Caffeine withdrawal, I later learned, is actually included in The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (the DSM-5).

DAY 2 - The cold turkey approach was clearly a no-go, so I had two cups of caffeine-free tea before breakfast, and one cup of caffeinated coffee with my meal. I drank it quickly and didn’t tote my mug around all morning as I usually did. I had a slight headache and felt a little tired. I made a point to stay hydrated and took an ibuprofen.

DAY 3 - No time for lollygagging with tea this morning. Needed to beat the heat and dig potatoes and pick tomatoes. One cup of coffee with breakfast. (Jason had bought black cherry coffee - my favorite!) No headache or brain fuzziness. No need for ibuprofen. Energy was high.

NEXT THREE DAYS - I kept the single cup of coffee with breakfast routine.

DAY 7 - I made myself a 3/4 cup of coffee with breakfast, took a few sips, then forgot about it. I probably only drank a 1/2 cup.

DAY 8 - Skipped coffee altogether. Around 3 p.m., I was extremely tired. It was Saturday, so I took a long nap.

DAY 9 - Skipped coffee again. Made myself a golden coconut milk tea (recipe below).

THE FIRST FEW MONTHS…

The list of potential caffeine withdrawal symptoms is a real bummer. In addition to temporary headache and fatigue, there are some truly dispiriting ones, like decreased focus and motivation, and a loss of confidence. Those were the three that freaked me out. As a writer, concentration and the desire to move projects forward is critical; plus, I need to live in a bubble of delusion that convinces me what I’m doing is worthwhile.

In those first few months, Pollan captured exactly how I felt in his own description of life after caffeine. He said he felt “like an unsharpened pencil.” He wrote that “this new normal world seemed duller to me. I seemed duller, too.” That was me to a T.

I do have an addendum to these first couple of months. This was far from my best year, so I don’t know if my sudden depletion of joie de vivre was thanks to a lack of caffeine, or just life in general kicking me in the pants. During that same time, I also ended up with a virus (not Covid) that led to bronchitis, and was sick for about five weeks, so my low energy could have just as easily been from illness than lack of caffeine. Bronchitis and no caffeine; I was barrels of fun.

My biggest fear was that cutting caffeine would permanently impact my creativity. A little research ahead of time would have assuaged this concern. Since caffeine withdrawal did decrease my motivation and made me feel duller, the matters became conflated in my mind. In other words, no coffee, no think-y.

HOW ABOUT NOW?

It’s been six months since my last sip of caffeinated coffee or tea. In the mornings, I drink hot lemon water (it’s seriously refreshing), or sometimes decaf with a small amount of cream. Most decaf coffee actually does contain a trace amount of caffeine. Decaffeination removes around 97 percent or more of the caffeine in the beans. For comparison, a cup of decaf typically has about 2 mg of caffeine, whereas a cup of regular coffee has about 95 mg. When I do drink decaf in the morning, I drink it with breakfast.

Jason still has his morning psychoactive cup, and he buys the most delicious smelling local beans. I enjoy the aroma of the coffee each morning, but I don’t feel a longing to brew any for myself.

The overarching sense of dullness eventually wore off. I don’t feel like an unsharpened pencil anymore, but I do feel like I’ve undergone some kind of softening. Not intellectually (that would be bad!), but there’s been a change in my overall mood. There’s been an internal quieting. Most noticeably, I’m less irritable, especially with my young son. Now, again, my life has calmed down from last year, so maybe less stress in general is the reason for these changes. I don’t know, but six months out, I’m not interested in finding out. To put it simply, I’m over coffee.

I’ve come to appreciate my baseline energy level. There is a sense of peace in knowing that the energy I have is a credit to sleep and nutrition and exercise, rather than a drug.

A FEW RECOMMENDATIONS IF YOU WANT TO QUIT

1.) Don’t go cold turkey. Ease off caffeine. This might take you a week or two or more, depending on how much caffeine you eat/drink.

2.) Have a go-to substitute drink, like caffeine-free tea or lemon water. Check out the golden coconut milk recipe below.

3.) Find yourself a quality decaf. I’d recommend a local roaster and whole beans. Remember, most decaf does have a small amount of caffeine. I spend a little extra money for the water process decaf vs. the chemically-processed decaf. A big part of my coffee habit was the comfort in sitting down with a nice, hot, creamy cup, and I found myself missing it most when I was say, settling in to call a friend, or on a rainy afternoon with a book. The decaf option fills this need perfectly fine.

GOLDEN COCONUT MILK

About 1 1/2 cups of water

2 tablespoons coconut milk

1 teaspoon turmeric

Pinch of pepper

Cinnamon, to taste

Nutmeg, to taste

Honey, to taste

DIRECTIONS: Heat water and coconut milk. Add turmeric, pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg, and honey. Stir.

~ Stella