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Hopping along

There’s been a recent media blitz about an apparent global hops crisis. Due to such factors as bad weather in Europe and the decreasing production of U.S. hops thanks to government subsidies for other crops such as corn (particularly with the current focus on making corn-based ethanol as an alternative fuel), hops—the ingredient that lends bitterness and spice to beer—is in seriously short supply. Now, if you’re a fan of cheap swill from the likes of Anheuser-Busch and Coors, you probably have little reason to worry. The big beer companies have long-term futures contracts with hops growers and suppliers (meaning they’ve already arranged for hops deliveries way into the future at set prices). Plus, the macrobrews don’t use much hops in their watered-down, mass-produced slosh, anyway.  It’s really only the good, flavorful stuff—the ales, porters, IPAs and other handcrafted microbrews—that are most affected by the lack of supply and correspondingly higher price of hops. Just how are our local microbrewers and restaurateurs weathering this storm?  We checked in with master brewers Jacques Landry of South Street Brewery and Taylor Smack of Blue Mountain Brewery for their perspectives. What we discovered is that the hops “crisis” may be a red herring and the real problem, an underreported bust-up in the barley market.

Of his hops supply, Landry says, “We’re in pretty good shape—I’m basically good through next year.”


Handling it: Jacques Landry of South Street Brewery isn’t hurting from the short supply of hops—for now. “I’m basically good through next year,” he says.

Like most other small-batch beer crafters, Landry purchases his hops from Hopunions, a distributor that procures a variety of hops from growers around the world.

“One positive thing that’s happened from the limited supply is that it’s encouraged me to branch out and use some varietals I haven’t used before,” says Landry.

Smack similarly has been forced to use new varietals, which, like wine grape varietals, lend different flavors, textures and aromas to different types of beers.

“I haven’t been able to get all the varietals I want, but it hasn’t been a huge problem,” he says. Having opened Blue Mountain along with his wife, Mandi Smack, and partner, Matt Nucci, just this past October (well after the hops doomsday predictions had been made), Smack says, “I created the beers around the hops crisis.” Smack also planted his own crop of the most popular type of hops for U.S. microbrews—Cascade—and says this year’s yield of fresh hops should be enough to share with both South Street and fellow local brewer Starr Hill. By next year, he says up to 30 to 40 percent of Blue Mountain’s hops needs could be covered by its own crop.

But what about the price? As it turns out, so little hops is used in a batch of beer that the increase in costs hasn’t yet trickled down to consumers. For example, Landry is now paying $32 a pound for a varietal he used to get for $4.50, but since only about one to five pounds of hops are needed for every 250 to 500 gallons of South Street’s beer, “It really doesn’t carry through to the price of a pint,” says Landry.

What Landry and Smack say will affect consumers in the coming months and years, however, is the decreasing supply and increasing cost of barley malt—a major component of beer. In fact, Landry was scheduled to meet with his malt supplier just after speaking with Restaurantarama, and it had him nervous. As Smack explains, a drought in Australia and those dang U.S. government subsidies encouraging U.S. farmers to plant corn instead other of grains has the price of barley expected to double in the near future, and that, most definitely, will impact the price of beer pretty quickly.

“Six-packs will go up at least a buck or two pretty soon,” Smack says.

Maybe it’s time to for us beer lovers to lay off our cars and call our congresspeople.

Quick bites

Now that a CVS-pharmacy is set to kick Just Curry out of its Corner location behind Satellite Ballroom, owner Alex George tells us he’s about to move to another, much bigger Corner location. More on that story to come. 

Got some restaurant scoop? Send tips to restaurantarama@c-ville.com or call 817-2749, Ext. 48.

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Energy answer blowing in the wind?

The Albemarle County Planning Commission has thrown out the idea of allowing commercial wind turbines in the county—but it’s mulling the idea of smaller wind turbines for individual homeowners.

Because of its location, Albemarle doesn’t have the high winds that would be needed for commercial wind turbines, though it does have pockets that could be used for smaller scale wind-energy production. Also, the devices are behemoths that are up to 550′ tall, dwarfing everything around them.

“As I understand it, where they might be adequate, there would be unacceptable environmental consequences to the surrounding area,” says Commissioner Jon Cannon. Fellow Commissioner Marcia Joseph echoed Cannon’s feelings on commercial wind turbine creation.

“My main concern is lining the ridgeline with commercial-sized wind turbines,” says UVA Environmental Sciences Professor Rick Webb. “I’m concerned about industrial scale development intruding on what remains of wilderness areas we have left.”

However, the Planning Commission is more optimistic about wind turbines for use at individual properties. Those can be as small as 43’—which is still 8′ taller than the maximum height allowed for structures in the county.

“You’d have the ability to generate electricity for home use that would not involve the combustion of fossil fuels and the creation of green house gases,” Cannon says.

Despite the benefits of smaller wind turbines, Cannon notes, “We have struggled in the telecommunications context with the placing of large structures [like cellphone towers] that don’t impair the landscape values that are so important in Albemarle County.”

Another possible factor in terms of the installment of small wind turbines would be the costs for those putting them up on their property.

“These things on any reasonable scale cost $30,000, which is a lot of money to start with. In economic sense, it will never pay for itself,” Webb says. “If the economics made sense, if, for example, the subsidies that are available for commercial scale projects from corporations were available for small homeowners, I would consider putting up a small wind turbine myself. But that’s not the case.”

As early as June, county staff will bring back a few ordinance options for the Planning Commission to consider at a work session.

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The God squad

Believe it or not, we here at the Odd Dominion have never harbored any illusions about the fundamentally religious nature of our government. Squawk all you want about the First Amendment, but it doesn’t take a brainiac to figure out that the Establishment and Free Exercise of Religion clauses were designed by the founding fathers to corral a bunch of autonomous states (each with its own state religion, mind you) into some semblance of a working nation, not to make the U.S. government a shining bastion of freethinking humanism.


Like a locust, but with a better-looking wife and kids? Virginia’s own Michael Farris compares Obama to a plague.

If you don’t believe us, just consider this: Not only is trust in the heavenly executive emblazoned on our currency, and new office-holders sworn in on the holy book of his or her choice, but a recent inquiry by the Secular Coalition for America (a lobbying group that “represents the interests of atheists, humanists, freethinkers, and other nontheists”) found exactly one member of Congress willing to go on the record as a nonbeliever. (Representative Pete Stark of California, come on down! You’re the next—and only—contestant on “Who Wants to be a Godless Heathen?”)

Now, we have our own problem with mixing politics and religion, but it’s certainly not due to any deep-seated moral or spiritual convictions. On the contrary, it’s our firmly held belief that the American political system is an irredeemably wicked swamp of iniquity, and that any God-fearing person with a lick of sense in his head would avoid it like Lot high-tailing it out of Gomorrah.

But, as usual, nobody listens to us, and so candidates continue to sully their religious beliefs by mixing them with the black tar of electoral politics, thereby inviting God’s wrath one stump speech at a time.

Of course, having said all of that, we’ll be the first to admit that—if you simply must mix your faith and your politicking—there’s a right way and a wrong way to go about it.

The right way, as far as we’re concerned, is best exemplified by current congressional aspirant Tom Perriello, whose fresh-faced challenge to Charlottesville’s offensively entertaining U.S. Representative Virgil Goode has (thank the Lord!) spared us yet another election season full of Goode/Weed jokes.

Perriello, who is by all accounts a devout and dedicated fellow, has hit upon an ingenious plan to help folks out and garner votes, while simultaneously highlighting his opponent’s “loathe thy brother” anti-Muslim intolerance. The gimmick goes like this: Perriello asks his dedicated group of volunteers to “tithe” 10 percent of their time to community service projects around the district, thereby evoking all of the decent and charitable aspects of your local church, while also reminding voters of the extensive volunteer work he himself has done in vacation hot spots such as Sierra Leone, Afghanistan and Darfur. This is the sort of plan that we’d normally call Machiavellian in its nefarious, poll-tested brilliance—but Perriello seems so darned earnest, we’re willing to put our cynicism aside and applaud him for designing such a smart, community-building campaign tactic. (But don’t push us, Poindexter—we can only hold our snark for so long.)

On the flip side of this politico-religious coin, however, is Virginia’s biggest home-school advocate Michael Farris, chancellor of Purcellville’s Patrick Henry College and 1993’s losingest candidate for lieutenant governor. According to a recent column by uber-Republican insider Robert Novak, Farris—who backed Mike Huckabee for president—has been spreading the word in evangelical circles that, since the Huckster has been thwarted in his divine quest for the Oval Office, God obviously wants to punish America with “an Obama plague-like presidency.”

That’s just great. You’ve got to love it when a purported man of faith speaks vaingloriously for the almighty, disparages his own party’s nominee, and calls the leading Democratic presidential candidate the anti-Christ behind closed doors. Well, you’d better watch out, chancellor: with that kind of talk, you might actually make the cesspool of politics look good by comparison. And Lord knows, we wouldn’t want that!

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Crack that whip!

You can’t keep a good man down. So, a good 10 years after his last outing, Indiana Jones himself is out of mothballs and back in search of high adventure. With the Hollywood triumvirate of George Lucas, Steven Spielberg and Harrison Ford back on board, viewers can rest relatively assured of some serious summer movie fun.

Kingdom of the Crystal Skull picks up nearly 10 years after the original film. It’s the post-war ’50s in America now; our man Indy is no longer plagued by Nazis but, as the film clears the opening credits, it seems he’s been kidnapped by nasty Russkies. They’ve dragged Jones (Ford, of course) and his adventuring buddy George McHale (Ray Winstone) out to (minor spoiler) Roswell, New Mexico. Seems that an overstuffed (and vaguely familiar) warehouse there is the final resting spot for one of Dr. Jones’ more unusual discoveries.


Who’s whipped now? Cate Blanchett plays a frigid Russky opposite our irrepressible hero, Harrison Ford, in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Without giving too all-fired much away, the Russians (led by a “moose and skvirell”-mouthed Cate Blanchett) are after a mysterious crystal skull from South America. Legend has it that whomever returns this skull to its lost Mayan city of origin will be the recipient of some great power. Naturally, everybody wants to get their hands on it. Naturally, Indiana Jones is caught in the middle.

The opening sequence of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull manages to fit in evil Russian spies, Area 51, a car chase, a massive gunfight, a rocket sled and an atomic bomb. It’s an early indicator that the filmmakers might be trying a bit too hard.

Trailer for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

In short order, Dr. Jones teams up with James Dean wannabe Mutt Williams (Shia LaBeouf). Seems that Mutt’s mom was one of Indy’s old girlfriends and she’s been kidnapped in South America by some evil Russian spies. (Sense a trend here?) The film remains coy for a majority of its running time about who Mutt’s mother might be, but if you don’t already know going into the film, you haven’t been paying much attention.

The film unfolds as one giant chase scene. There are plenty of thrilling action moments, but many viewers (particularly the older ones) might find themselves missing the subtlety of the first film. There isn’t nearly as much humor and character development in this go-around. One could argue that we already know these characters pretty well at this point. True enough, but Kingdom still lacks the quotable dialogue (“Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?”) and indelible scenes (Indy shooting the Berber swordsman) that made Raiders such an all-time classic.

Twenty-seven years on, the series is starting to show its age. Characterwise, the filmmakers are smart enough to acknowledge that Indy is getting a bit past his prime. (“It’s not the years, it’s the mileage,” he noted in the first film.) But plotwise, this film feels less like a loving tribute to the movie serials of yesteryear and more like a collage of the last 10 action movies you saw. But it’s hard to grouse about niggling details when Harrison Ford is back swinging a bullwhip. A summer with Indiana Jones is like a summer with ice cream. You don’t just want it, you gotta have it.

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Homeless shelter closes—new hope on the way?

A week before Hope Community Center’s homeless shelter was set to shut down, NBC29 and The Daily Progress descended on 341 11th St. NW to document its decline. But some of the homeless weren’t thrilled with the attention.

“I’d rather not be popular and have the city bend some,” says Leo, one of Hope’s “clients.” He works two jobs during the week and sleeps at Hope—but not for long. Like many of its homeless, he is unsure where he will go when the shelter closes on May 28.

“It seems like they’re all giving up,” says a man who goes by New Orleans, another resident. He is bitter and mad at the city and Harold and Josh Bare, the father and son team who run the shelter. For three days and nights, New Orleans and his girlfriend sat on top of their roof in the Ninth Ward until they were rescued from the waters of Hurricane Katrina. The two eventually made their way to Charlottesville, but so far have been stumped for a place to live, and in his case, a place to work.


Josh Bare made sure that City Council was aware of the three dozen people who are left homeless with the closing of the Hope shelter.

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“We will be sleeping on the streets,” he says, his voice rising, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

On May 19, Josh Bare appeared before City Council to bring focus to the uncertain situation for most of Hope’s residents. He was followed by local homeless activist Lynn Weiber, herself a Hope resident. “I would like to thank the city for giving me the opportunity to sleep outside in the great outdoors,” she said sardonically.

The next day, Weiber sat at a table with the rest of the Thomas Jefferson Coalition Against Homelessness (TJACH) in a crowded room that voted to incorporate the loosely organized action group into a nonprofit. With 501(c)3 status, the group could more aggressively seek state and federal grants to take care of the homeless.

As City Councilor Holly Edwards noted, there is plenty of blame to go around for the shelter shutting down. Still, the simple fact is that roughly 35 people will have no place to sleep after May 28.

But the city is exploring what could be a long-term solution. On May 27, Virginia Supportive Housing will give a presentation in the Charlottesville Community Design Center on Single Room Occupancy (SRO) housing, the latest movement in homeless services.

In coordination with Virginia Supportive Housing, TJACH and the city will develop and manage a facility that would potentially offer 60 efficiency apartments that are available at low cost to the so-called chronic homeless, “with on-site support services and security to help keep the SRO residents stable in their housing.”

In theory, SROs sound great as they will likely go to the disabled and veterans, getting the most needy off the streets.

Yet SROs are also years off and tens of thousands, if not millions, of dollars away. In the meantime, look for more people peeing in Lee Park and sleeping under Charlottesville’s bridges.

C-VILLE welcomes news tips from readers. Send them to news@c-ville.com.

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A not-so-new dawn fades [with audio]

A change of speed, a change of style, a change of scene, with no regrets,” Joy Division’s Ian Curtis once sang. The Dawning, Charlottesville’s long-running local goth and industrial dance night, might take those words as a motto, since it will be joining Satellite Ballroom and 214 Community Arts Center in the search for a new home this summer. Feedback caught up with Dawning organizer Chad VanPelt, a.k.a. DJ Rift, via e-mail to learn more.

VanPelt, who’s been spinning tunes at The Dawning since 2001 and running the night since 2004, tells us that Outback Lodge, the night’s host, has decided to use its downstairs space for something different on Saturday nights. “We’re not quitting, we’re not shutting down,” says VanPelt. He and the Dawning crew are working to find another place, but the search is still on. Such a hunt is not a new experience for The Dawning, as a previous search landed it at Outback in 2004, after six years at the Tokyo Rose ended with a knife incident.

UPDATE May 27: The search is over! Feedback has learned that The Dawning has found a new home at ourspace, below the Tea Bazaar on the Downtown Mall. The first night in the new space will take place on Saturday, June 7.


Synthetic Division will play at The Dawning’s final downstairs throwdown at Outback Lodge on Saturday, May 31.

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Make sure to catch The Dawning’s last throwdown at Outback on Saturday, May 31. Local new wave/electro duo Synthetic Division, featuring Shawn Decker on vocals and Marshall Camden on synths, and Richmond’s Myotis will provide exciting live sets, and DJ Rift himself will man the decks.

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What we’re listening to

“Your Lips Are Red,” by St. Vincent (from Marry Me)—It starts harsh and guttural with a cacophony reminiscent of New York on its worst days. Then three minutes in, the noise disappears, and Annie Clark’s fragile voice crones “Your skin’s so fair it’s not fair.” Can’t but love the contrast.

“London Homesick Blues,” by Jerry Jeff Walker (from Viva Terlingua)—It’s a song about missing Texas, but anyone who’s been far from home and lonely can relate.

“(She Don’t Use) Jelly,” by Drugstore (Flaming Lips cover)

“Black and Brown Blues,” by Silver Jews (from The Natural Bridge)

“Heart Like A Wheel,” by Linda Ronstadt (from Heart Like A Wheel)

 

Upscale Outback

So what’s this “something different” that Outback Lodge has planned? Venue owner Terry Martin invited Feedback over to have a look. Martin plans to start an exclusive dance club in Outback’s downstairs space and has been working on revamping the upstairs as well. The downstairs club will be open on Fridays and Saturdays and entry will require membership or sponsorship from a member. “It’s going to be a very upscale dance club, the closest thing to private we can do,” Martin says. “It’s going to be like a city nightclub where not everybody gets in.”

When we dropped by, new faux brick paneling had already spruced up the dark walls both upstairs and downstairs, and the formerly grimy bathrooms had been fixed up nicely. Martin is also working on a new sound system, lights, leather couches and fancy drinks for the downstairs space, which will be nonsmoking except for a designated area in the back. That designation doesn’t seem to have begun yet, though, as Martin puffed on a cigarette as he showed us around.

We were happy to hear that bands will still play downstairs on some weeknights, as we’ve seen some great rock shows in the room. If the new downstairs venture is a success, Martin may expand into an adjacent vacant room in the building.

“I hated to oust The Dawning,” he told us, but cited lower attendance at the night as one reason. “The room has to make money on the weekends,” he says. “I’ll still work with them on doing some shows upstairs.”

Martin plans to open the new downstairs on June 6 with an open-house night to let people see what it’s all about, so mark your calendars and start getting that classy outfit ready.

Mountain music

Feeling like you need a dose of nature, but don’t want to leave the tunes behind? Well, Feedback has the solution. Last week Humpback Rocks Mountain Farm, located on the Blue Ridge Parkway at milepost 5.8, kicked off its Sunday concert series, and on June 1 Charlottesville blues slide guitarist Ralph Rush will perform under the farm’s walnut tree. The series runs each Sunday from 2 to 4pm through October and offers a wide array of traditional Appalachian music acts, including Lexington’s Breakin’ Nu Ground, who started things off last weekend and perform again on July 6, Sunnyside with Carol Phillips, who perform old-time and “Carter-style” tunes on June 8, and more local and regional acts throughout the summer and fall. Check the C-VILLE calendar each week to see who will be picking and strumming away in that wonderful mountain air. Then grab the family and a picnic and make your way to the mountain.

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We Ate Here

A $13 hamburger would normally stretch our bank accounts too thin (we are writers, after all), but Hamiltons’ has one topped with cheese, bacon and fresh greens that proved irresistible. To start with, the ground beef was from Joel Salatin’s Polyface Farm and was so tender when we bit down that it was like sinking our teeth into a feathery pillow. Our taste buds awoke as we bit down on a few thinly sliced sweet potato crisps and they slowly melted over our tongue. Still, they were a mere garnish to the velvety burger that stoked the fire of our inner carnivore. Gr-r-r-r.

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Camelot wastewater plant nears capacity

Here’s how it seems to have happened in the swashbuckling old days: A developer came along, decided he needed wastewater treatment, and he built a plant hisself, by God!

That was the case with the northernmost stretch of Route 29. In 1990, Wendell Wood, then acting on the part of two companies, Woodbriar Associates (responsible for the Briarwood subdivision) and Gold Leaf Land Trust, dramatically expanded the Camelot wastewater treatment plant, located just north of the North Fork of the Rivanna River, to serve GE Fanuc, UVA’s North Fork Research Park and his own residential projects. But it only took two years for the Albemarle County Service Authority (ACSA) to decide that leaving a treatment plant in private hands was a bad idea.


The Camelot wastewater plant will be decommissioned when the North Fork Pump Station is built.

“The service authority decided, ‘No, we shouldn’t have this going on within the service area, we should be in charge of wastewater collection,’” explains Gary Fern, ACSA’s executive director. A 1992 agreement terminated the earlier arrangement by buying the rights from Wood for $1 million and from the UVA North Fork Research Park for $150,000.

Though the agreement states that Wood gave up control of Camelot and would get no favors in the future, Wood still felt some entitlement to the plant last year when asked by an Albemarle County planning commissioner if there was enough sewer capacity for his plans for two office buildings and an apartment complex next to the National Ground Intelligence Center (NGIC).

“We constructed the sewer plant, we actually built the sewer plant ourselves, paid for it, with enough capacity to serve these properties,” said Wood. “I am confident that we have sewer capacity.”

A year later, Wood’s first office building is under construction, but the Camelot plant is swiftly running out of capacity. Though it was originally rated to handle 365,000 gallons daily, its permitted capacity is only 200,000. In order to accommodate Wood’s project, ACSA is pumping $500,000 into the facility to keep it afloat for two years while a new North Fork Pump Station is constructed. Afterwards, ACSA will decommission Camelot.

Last week, ACSA entered into an agreement with a Richmond-based firm to do preliminary engineering work for the new pump station, which would direct waste to the Moores Creek treatment plant. It will be funded in part by the various 29N players with future development plans: the UVA Foundation, NGIC, Wendell Wood, and North Pointe developers. ACSA plans to spend $7 million on the project in the next two years, with a goal of getting it online by 2010.

North Pointe developers say the timing is right. “If things go according to the rough schedule, then the timing should go very well,” says Valerie Long, an attorney speaking on behalf of Chuck Rotgin’s Great Eastern Management Company, the primary North Pointe developer. The company is looking to finish houses in late spring/early summer of 2010—just in time for the 800 new NGIC employees to hit Charlottesville.

Richard Spurzem, who owns the northwestern portion of North Pointe that consists of 188 townhomes, is having difficulty with preliminary site plan approval, so the sewer situation remains the least of his worries.

“It’s only when you’re about to unlock the front door that you need to have the sewer working,” says Spurzem.

C-VILLE welcomes news tips from readers. Send them to news@c-ville.com.

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Regulation headaches for local ice cream maker

Two years ago, Colin Steele and his wife thought they had conceived of the ideal product: ice cream made from all local products. Most important would be the use of milk straight from the cow. The business would be called A Perfect Flavor and would be customized ordering. That settled, Steele began to look into how to incorporate raw milk. And that’s when it got difficult.

“If I would have known how hard it was when I started, I don’t think I would have done it,” he says. In Virginia, selling raw milk is largely illegal, though that’s not the case in 28 states.

Adding to Steele’s difficulty is the scarcity of milk processing plants. Decades ago, small areas like Charlottesville and Waynesboro (where A Perfect Flavor is produced) had their own dairies. But as the industry has become more and more regulated, big companies have been able to buy smaller competition and stamp them out. Consolidation means that there are only six or seven milk processing plants in the entire state.


Because of regulatory hurdles and the complexities of the market, Colin Steele had a difficult time finding local milk for his ice cream business.

As a result, Steele decided he would process his own milk. That meant getting certified by the Virginia Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services (VDACS).

“To start like this with no knowledge of the business, they were taking a real chance,” says Carroll Jones, one of four inspectors Steele ultimately had to satisfy. “We met with them several times even before they found the building.”

According to Jones, once they found a site, they then had to go over the plans for the building with VDACS. For instance, the floor where the pasteurizing would take place had to be graded and its drains protected. Then Steele had to purchase a pasteurizer—which typically costs between $15,000 to $30,000—that alone must be inspected every three months to make sure it is up to snuff.

An additional challenge was finding a raw milk supplier. Most dairy farmers in the area must sell their milk through a co-op, which ships the milk to a processor. The process was hampered by the state of milk production in America. In the summertime, heat in Southern states severely cuts down on cow’s production of milk and has created a system where much of the milk produced in Virginia ends up in the Southeast. As a result, most of the milk bought in area stores comes from as far away as New England. Organic milk is even further removed.

After bugging the nearest co-op for six months, Steele says, they finally found a nearby dairy farmer named Dan Holsinger.

“He gets just a little dab,” says Holsinger of Steele. That dab is acquired when Steele visits Holsinger’s farm to get milk straight from the cow’s teat. That same day, it is taken back to A Perfect Flavor, where it is pasteurized and used in ice cream.

Finally, Steele and his wife were able to open this past February and have already had success with their high-end product. They were nominated for a breakthrough award from the Charlottesville Business Innovation Council and were recently added to Virginia’s Finest Directory, a listing of producers and processors located in the state who offer a vast array of products that are “the best of the best.”

VDACS’ Jones is still impressed A Perfect Flavor decided to process their own milk: “It was a big step to start a business like that.”

C-VILLE welcomes news tips from readers. Send them to news@c-ville.com.

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Go west

There’s a type of dream that certain city folk have. For some, it’s a Canadian backwoods scenario. For others, it’s an Appalachia vibe they’re looking for. For a lot of people, it’s a California escape (Route 1, anyone?) But that quintessential American dream of riding off into the sunset involves a notion of the Wild West. Cowboys, tumbleweeds, covered wagons, that kind of thing.

The true-life stories of that journey in today’s day and age are few and far between. But Daily Coyote is the ideal virtual portal through which to vicariously live out this fantasy. The author describes her trajectory as follows, “I live in a town of 300 people, where it’s a 60 mile trip to the nearest grocery store and not uncommon to swing by the post office (or bar) on horseback. Two years ago, I had plans to move from San Francisco back to New York City—plans that were derailed when I rode through Wyoming and fell in love with this place.”

The fairy tale got even more fairy tale-like when a newborn coyote orphan pup landed on this woman’s doorstep and she decided to raise him as a member of her domesticated menagerie. The resulting blog is a chronicle of the coyote’s growth and how he fits into her life, as both a pet and a wild animal. Some of the photographs are amazing, and the human-animal dynamic is, of course, endlessly heartwarming and fascinating.