I am never so happy as when I am on a farm.
And Saturday, I visited Chucktown Acres Farm and Store, which is about 30 minutes north of me and is right off of highway 17.
I have been buying their eggs at Local Jo’s Natural Foods. And, their ground beef mixed with organs. But I’ve wanted to go out to the farm and their store for some time.
There is a good website: chucktownacres.com. And you can sign up for the newsletter which keeps you up to date about farm products and practices. Here’s a blurb from the website:
“Chucktown Acres is a working, regenerative farm just outside of Charleston, SC. We raise grass fed/grass finished beef, forested pork, soy free eggs, and pasture-raised poultry. We are farmers who have a passion to grow bio-diverse food that heals our land and heals the people around us.”
The ride up was uneventful, and traffic was very light. A long drive leads one to the farm buildings and farm animals. As I got out the car, which I parked in the shade of big live oak trees, here’s the first thing I saw after passing the pasture of cows.
The sweet farm house was to the right:
And the store was in a long, low building facing the entrance drive:
The owners were warm and welcoming, as was the colorful sign on the building:
Inside, the first thing I saw was the eggs I wanted, eggs from free-range chickens who are NOT fed soy. I am loving these eggs which do not give me any reaction from my histamine intolerance. There are also eggs from the Storey farm which is on the land where my son and DIL have bought a building lot. And I bought one of the Storey frozen whole chickens which I roasted yesterday–and enjoyed chicken meat with a lot of taste and meat that didn’t dissolve in my mouth like the mass-produced commercial chickens bred to be enormous in a few months.
Inside are long freezers filled with farm meat products from this farm and others in the area and made products like pasta.
There is a refrigerator with raw milk and dairy products and fermented foods and items that need refrigeration.
On the weekend, when the store is open, there is freshly made sourdough bread:
The chickens are free range and are guarded by a friendly and special prize guard dog puppy: a Komondor.
The cows were resting in the shade.
The pigs ran to see me, grunting a deep grunt as they came, and when I offered no food, they retreated to doing the pig things they had been doing.
There was a purple Martin house, and I have not seen one of these in some years now.
I will leave you with this iconic picture, but know that I will be returning to this farm and store in the future.
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