To Market, To Market

Farm in the Market (in the Midtown Global Market)
920 E. Lake St., Suite 129, Minneapolis
612.870.2908
www.midtownglobalmarket.com

Fresh chicken? Who cares, you say, every grocery store from here to Timbuktu has fresh chicken. Wrong. I don't mean fresh as in not rotten, I mean fresh as in never frozen, and certainly never frozen the way they do in big processing plants, by dunking the chickens in water-filled chilling tanks, adding sodden water-weight to every bird. And never almost frozen and called "air-chilled." And let me rephrase that: By fresh, I don't mean processed in Alabama, Pennsylvania, or what have you, almost-frozen, driven through states and states worth of sun-baked traffic, unloaded into a warehouse, let sit for a bit, repacked onto a truck, driven through more traffic, unloaded into a store's loading dock, let sit for a bit more, and finally set onto shelves when the older chicken finally clears out. Which is what fresh, never-frozen chicken usually means. No, I mean fresh. Really fresh.

How fresh? This fresh: Raised by a farmer whose face you can see in sunny, nearby West Concord, Minnesota, on food raised by that farmer, in sunny, nearby West Concord, Minnesota, processed in a small, on-farm processing plant, in, you guessed it. But that's not all! Not any processing plant, but a small processing plant that meets all state and federal regulations, and one that, in fact, has a state inspector on hand during processing, a state inspector that checks out every single chicken.

Still, that's not all! This chicken is then, once inspected, packaged either in pieces, or, if whole, bagged with its neck, giblets, and liver, just like it should be, and brought by the farmer right up through our very own beloved local traffic, and put in a refrigerator case—a refrigerator case that is open till 8:00 at night, and right through your what-to-make-for-dinner early-evening panic. That's a lot of italics? Sugar, it's all I can do not to run this story in type the size of fists raised victoriously in the air: Fresh chicken!

(If you're the kind of reader who reads this space for down-and-dirty burrito recommendations: Los Ocampo. Taqueria Los Ocampo is kitty corner from the Farm in the Market area in the new Midtown Global Market, and I'll run something longer on it and some of my other picks for the enormous, truly impressive group of small food businesses soon. Now go and play.)

What is the big freaking deal? If you have to ask, you're not a cook. Roasted chicken is, if not the defining dish, then one of the defining dishes that dreamy, obsessive, hearth-oriented cooks consider. People have all kinds of tricks: putting 20 cloves of garlic inside the cavity, trussing, not trussing, cooking at a smoke-generating 500 degrees, scissoring down the backbone and weighting with a brick, brining, sugar-and-salt brining—you name it. Many restaurant critics, including myself, will often order the simplest chicken dish on a restaurant's menu if we have doubts about a chef's true ability; you can curry this and foam that, but you can't fake chicken.

And the one quality that trumps all others when it comes to chicken is freshness. That's why so many of our best chefs note, on their menus, the local farm their chicken comes from. In fact, here's a true story: I once knew a man in St. Paul who used to wait in restaurant parking lots holding fistfuls of cash hoping to intercept the fresh chicken guy. Have I impressed upon you the magnitude of the issue of fresh chicken? These parking lot shenanigans used to go on in the days when there were no, no, no fresh, local, carefully raised chickens available for the home cook.

More recently there was one viable option: You could get yourself to the St. Paul Farmers' Market to the Callister Farm booth and see Lori Callister. But what if you were a lazy, no-good lie-about who was out late the night before testing some other chef's chicken dishes? Sadly, there was no fresh chicken for you. Until now. Because we are lucky people in a beneficent world, Alan and Lori Callister partnered with Dean and Judy Schwake, of Big Woods Bison farm, in Nerstrand, and are now selling fresh chickens every day from 10:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m., right where night owls can get them, in the middle of the city!