From Fork to Farm

Pre-seeded ManureThe Farm to Fork movement has made news in recent years, raising consumer consciousness about sustainability and where our dinner comes from. Many consumers of locally sourced, organic foods take pride in developing relationships with the farmers who grow their apples, spinach, and lettuces, but there is an expanding population of food enthusiasts who want to take this relationship to a higher, more intimate level.

“It isn’t enough for me to know where my food comes from,” says Doug Bottoms of San Francisco,” I want to know where my food’s food comes from.”

Bottoms is one of a dozen or so urban farmers who is turning the Farm to Fork revolution on its head. As he likes to put it, he and his friends are living a “Fork to Farm” lifestyle. Not only do they grow as much of their own food as possible,  they take pains to create the manure that nourishes it.

It is the ultimate form of recycling.

“I’m very careful about what I put into my body, because I know what comes out of it is so precious,” states Bottoms.

Creating one’s own manure isn’t for the faint of heart. The collection of materials goes far beyond saving bits of egg shell, potato peel, and coffee grounds, as one can imagine. “Gathering the prime material was a bit tricky at first,” Bottoms admits. “I originally tried using a kitchen colander, but my girlfriend refused to eat anything that touched it. And the handles made sitting uncomfortable.” He has now created a catch-all made from non-rusting steel mesh. “You’d never know it was there if you weren’t looking. Now I can create in total comfort.”

At work“Late Sunday morning is an ideal time for me to concentrate on my compost,” he added. “Armed with the New York Times and a double shot of Four Barrel Friendo Blendo, I head into the bathroom and get to work. All of it is compostable.”

But in an over-crowded city like San Francisco, space is at a premium.

“All available green space– window boxes, patio, emergency exit landing– are devoted to growing food. There’s simply no place for my composting bin outdoors,” confesses Bottoms. “So I use my roommate’s bathroom. He has anosmia plus he works in tech, so he’s never home. He’s a coder for Google, so it’s not as though he’d ever bring anyone home to smell it. I compost in his shower. It’s the perfect arrangement– although my girlfriend makes me keep the door closed with a bath towel stuffed in the floor gap.”

But it isn’t what comes from Bottoms that stinks, he claims. “I’ve carefully curated my diet over the past several months: carrots, lentils, charcoal pills– I’ve achieved an odorless ideal. I have not smelled a thing in nearly two weeks. I think that’s some kind of record.” He claims that the odor emanating from his bathroom compost heap is from the natural decay of other organic materials, noting that when he uses shredded bits of the San Francisco Chronicle Food Section, the odor is almost unbearable.

KohlrabiIs the bother of daily collection, of turning and wetting and tending an indoor compost bin worth the trouble? Bottoms thinks so.

“One of the unforeseen benefits of apartment composting is the heat it generates. My gas bill hasn’t been this low in years. And you should see what it did for my kohlrabi– it nearly exploded out of the soil. Although my girlfriend refuses to eat it.”

“Everything about the process of making home-grown compost has been rewarding. My garden’s taken off. I produce almost 50% of the vegetables I consumed this year. I’ve met some amazing people who share my passion for the organic lifestyle. And, most importantly, I’ve gotten to know myself much more intimately than I ever knew was possible.”

Bottoms has been so successful at being a self-composter, he’s admitted to having more of the stuff than he knows what to do with.

“My mother has been especially encouraging. She’s said frequently to anyone who’ll listen that she always knew I had it in me. She’s gone so far as to say I’m simply full of it and she’s absolutely right.”

As a result, Doug Bottoms is giving his locally sourced, artisan compost as Holiday gifts.

“I’m filling everyone’s stocking with it this year! My mail person, yoga instructor, friends, family. Everyone. Except my girlfriend. She says she’s had enough.”

“I am so glad that I can share a bit of myself with the world this Holiday Season,” he added as a final note. “I’ve reached deep within myself this year. I’d like to spread it around and touch as many people with it as I can. There is no better present than the gift of yourself. It’s what I’ve come to think of as the true meaning of Christmas.”

Jars of Shit



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About Michael Procopio

I write about food and am very fond of Edward Gorey. And gin.
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22 Responses to From Fork to Farm

  1. queen artoeat says:

    Your writing takes us to uncharted territories… Sounds like a concept the Portlandians would embrace!
    Happy Holidays! How are the Saint’s Cuisine coming along.
    The Queen

    • Hell, even I don’t know where I’m going half the time.

      The saints cuisine goes slowly. Just finished a killer recipe for the patron saint of widows. So that was nice.

      And thank you for asking. Happy Holidays!

  2. I’m not sure my relationship would survive this. At the same time I’m having a problem suspending disbelief at the coincidence of his name. It’s not April 1, is it?

    • Dear Hungry Writer,

      Suspension of disbelief is sometimes very necessary when reading this blog. Like today, for instance. Count yourself lucky, I almost added a woman to the “interview” named Amanda Holesworthy.

      But I thought that was a bit much.

  3. Stephanie says:

    OH MY GOD!! Thank you for being you.

  4. kate says:

    totally wicked! I absolutely enjoyed your post. Thank you. And happy holidays to you.

  5. Deborah Kwan says:

    Ho, ho, ho, Michael!

  6. Very interesting read!

  7. Jenny says:

    Brilliant as ever. I hope you have a lovely relaxing few days and don’t forget,
    I’ve got Edward Gorey signed things. I’m happy to send you a book
    If you like. If only Santa woyldve gotten me that groovy Doubtful Guest doll.

    • Oh, I haven’t forgotten your signed Edward Gorey things, Jenny. Believe me. I’m just too polite to ask. (Ahem.)

      And, wait… there’s a Doubtful Guest doll? I know what’s on my wish list for next Christmas.

  8. xxchef says:

    Seriously? A guy named “Bottoms” composting his own poo (formerly called “humanure” which, I gather is now trendingly called “pee-cycling”)? Fictitious nom de guerre , right?. I suppose you had the change the names to protect the incontinent. “Spread it around”? Too much!

    • “Humanure” is an excellent term. Thank you for introducing me to it.

      If only this story were true, xxchef, this world would be a (slightly) more interesting place. Albeit smellier.



  9. Imen says:

    Just mad.

    Love it.

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