Grain by Grain: A Quest to Revive Ancient Wheat, Rural Jobs, and Healthy Food
By Bob Quinn and Liz Carlisle
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When Bob Quinn was a kid, a stranger at a county fair gave him a few kernels of an unusual grain. Little did he know, that grain would change his life. Years later, after finishing a PhD in plant biochemistry and returning to his family’s farm in Montana, Bob started experimenting with organic wheat. In the beginning, his concern wasn’t health or the environment; he just wanted to make a decent living and some chance encounters led him to organics.
But as demand for organics grew, so too did Bob’s experiments. He discovered that through time-tested practices like cover cropping and crop rotation, he could produce successful yields—without pesticides. Regenerative organic farming allowed him to grow fruits and vegetables in cold, dry Montana, providing a source of local produce to families in his hometown. He even started producing his own renewable energy. And he learned that the grain he first tasted at the fair was actually a type of ancient wheat, one that was proven to lower inflammation rather than worsening it, as modern wheat does.
Ultimately, Bob’s forays with organics turned into a multimillion dollar heirloom grain company, Kamut International. In Grain by Grain, Quinn and cowriter Liz Carlisle, author of Lentil Underground, show how his story can become the story of American agriculture. We don’t have to accept stagnating rural communities, degraded soil, or poor health. By following Bob’s example, we can grow a healthy future, grain by grain.
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Keywords: Kamut; organic; gluten sensitivity; heirloom grains; ancient wheat; regenerative farming; sustainable agriculture; pesticides; Big Sandy, Montana; local food; rural economy
Contents
Prologue by Liz Carlisle
Introduction: Food on the Cheap
Chapter 1: Roots and Growth
Chapter 2: Better Farming through Chemistry?
Chapter 3: Beyond Commodities
Chapter 4: Going Organic
Chapter 5: King Tut’s Wheat
Chapter 6: Growing Partners
Chapter 7: A Cowboy in Europe
Chapter 8: Creating a New Standard
Chapter 9: The Value of Limits
Chapter 10: Taste of Place
Chapter 11: Recycling Energy
Chapter 12: Bringing Rural Jobs Back
Chapter 13: The Gluten Mystery
Chapter 14: Food as Medicine
Chapter 15: One Great Subject
Chapter 16: Rejecting the Status Quo
Chapter 17: Conclusion: A New Generation of Growers and Eaters
Acknowledgments
Notes
Index
Prologue
Liz Carlisle
I arrived on Capitol Hill in June 2008, a fresh-faced young staffer determined to change the world. I had spent the past four years touring the American heartland as a country singer, witnessing the economic pain of rural communities in decline. Wishing I could do more to help, I’d been inspired by an organic farmer from my home state of Montana who had recently unseated a three-term incumbent to win election to the United States Senate. His name was Jon Tester, and I was now his legislative correspondent for agriculture and natural resources.
As a Montana native, I understood that many of our constituents were wary of the federal government’s involvement in these matters. More than a quarter of the population earned their living in agriculture, mining, or construction. Many of these people felt left behind by shifts in the global economy and were vehemently opposed to any regulation that might make their livelihoods even more tenuous.
My first week on the job, I was told that my task would be to record and respond to emails about my issue areas, to ensure the senator was informed about constituents’ views. In this office,
our legislative director told me, we still believe that the best ideas come from citizens.
Excited, but a bit overwhelmed by the breadth of topics about which I needed to become knowledgeable, I was relieved when my supervisor introduced me to Matt Jennings, the legislative assistant handling agriculture, energy, and natural resources. Matt had been working for Jon since the senator was a state legislator, and he was a walking encyclopedia about everything from the details of pending legislation to which agency staffers were long talkers. As I quickly learned, Matt liked to get to the point, and he wasn’t afraid to cut off a windbag lobbyist or break with Capitol Hill protocol to do so. One day, tired of waiting on the work order process that ensued whenever the heating unit malfunctioned in our old office in the Russell Building, Matt whipped out a Swiss Army knife that he’d somehow gotten through security and proceeded to tinker with it himself.
Taking the same can-do, do-it-yourself approach to policy, Matt tipped me off to the salt-of-the-earth geniuses of our state, from the rancher-led coalition restoring a watershed burdened by the toxic legacy of mining to the network of heirloom lentil farmers with whom I would eventually collaborate on my PhD dissertation. One day, when I popped over to his workstation unannounced with a burning question about the viability of renewable energy in Montana, he answered, as he often did, with a name instead of a number. Bob Quinn,
Matt said, pulling up a news story about Montana’s first wind farm, which had started harvesting power a few years earlier near the little town of Judith Gap. I leaned over Matt’s computer to get a better look at a man in a cowboy hat, a few heads of wheat tucked into the brim. Dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, with a broad smile that nearly reached his gray sideburns, he looked so much the part of a Montana farmer that he could have been the cover model for a Department of Agriculture outreach publication.
That guy,
Matt said, is one of the few people in America who is actually serious about building a twenty-first-century economy.
I walked back to my own workstation to do some internet searches of my own. I found out that Bob Quinn was a wheat farmer from Big Sandy, Montana—the same six-hundred-person town that Jon Tester was from. In 1986, Bob had been among the first farmers in the state to go organic—and three years later, he’d served on the national board that advised the US Department of Agriculture in creating standards for the USDA Organic Seal. He’d also started a grain-cleaning plant and flour mill that had been pioneers in premium whole grain, along with the wind farm Matt had shown me on his computer. And Bob was most famous as the entrepreneur behind Kamut wheat, an ancient grain that had gained worldwide popularity for its sweet, nutty flavor and health benefits.
As I clicked through a series of stories about Bob, I found that he was a difficult guy to pigeonhole. He had won a Lifetime of Service Award from the Montana Organic Association, but he had also served on the Wheat Committee of the American Farm Bureau, a mainstream farm organization distrusted by most organic advocates for its vociferous support of feedlots and genetically modified organisms, or GMOs. The US Small Business Administration had named him Small Business Exporter of the Year for Montana in 1995, but most of the stories I found lauded him as a champion of the local economy. He had a PhD in plant biochemistry from the University of California, Davis, but he had spent his entire adult life far removed from academia, on a remote farm about seventy miles south of the Canadian border. Most surprising to me, though, was his political affiliation. I had been referred to this eccentric entrepreneur by one of the most politically savvy Democratic staffers I knew, but Bob was identified in multiple news stories as a registered Republican.
I tried to think of a delicate way to ask my boss about our office’s relationship with his politically conservative neighbor, not wanting to commit a major faux pas just a few months into my tenure on the Hill. I finally caught a moment with the senator while we were walking down the hallway to greet a group of Montana schoolkids on a field trip. So, what do you think about Bob Quinn?
I blurted out. Visionary,
Jon responded without hesitating. This is the guy our founders had in mind when they imagined a democratic nation of enterprising small farmers. We could use a few more people like him up here on the Hill.
But, umm, isn’t he a Republican?
I asked, feeling a little awkward about it. Oh gosh, maybe,
Jon answered nonchalantly, as though we were talking about his neighbor’s favorite color or how strong he liked his coffee. His dad was real active in local Republican politics, and I suspect Bob’s voted on the R side a few times himself. Jon added, a twinkle in his eye,
Although, I’m pretty sure he voted for me.
Look, there’s plenty of things we don’t agree about,
Jon continued, gathering from my puzzled expression that he hadn’t quite answered my question. But the main thing I’m up against here in DC is not Republicans; it’s multinational corporations that have a stranglehold on agriculture and energy and don’t give a lick about the hardworking Montanans whose livelihoods depend on these industries. Instead of being beholden to these multinationals, we need to build our own economic opportunity, based on renewable resources and good, green jobs that won’t go away after the next oil boom. And that’s what Bob Quinn is doing.
Three years later, in the summer of 2012, I came back to my hometown of Missoula, Montana. I was now a graduate student working on a dissertation about the roots of the state’s booming organic farming sector, which had grown to become one of the largest in the nation. Early in my research, I contacted the foremost scholar on the subject, a University of Montana professor named Neva Hassanein. To my delight, Neva invited me to come over for tea in her backyard.
I showed up on a sunny July afternoon with notebook in hand. A rural sociologist and bastion of progressive organizing in tie-dyed and peace-sign-waving Missoula, Neva was as exuberant as the unruly cascade of curly dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. She spoke with great admiration about the diverse farmer-to-farmer groups with whom she had conducted her dissertation research in Wisconsin, including members of a women’s network who were reshaping the gender dynamics of their industry. Like her research partners, Neva was committed to making the food system more sustainable and inclusive. Her house was full of canvas farmers market bags.
I just got back from sabbatical research with Bob Quinn and the Kamut project,
Neva beamed, throwing me for a loop. I tried to imagine a conversation between this flamboyantly progressive professor and the man in the cowboy hat whom I’d first seen in the photo Matt had shown me on the internet. I asked Neva what was so special about Bob’s work that she’d chosen to spend her sabbatical studying it.
Most people think Kamut wheat is just a heritage organic grain that’s high in selenium,
Neva continued, but it’s also a business model for a profoundly different economy. Remember 2008, when the price of conventional grain went through the roof and dozens of farmers ditched their organic certification to sell into the conventional market? The farmers growing for Bob’s Kamut project stuck with him—and his buyers negotiated their prices to make it work. He’s built this little oasis of trust that is totally the opposite of the race to the bottom going on in corporate America. He has this radical idea that you should value things—people, wheat, land—based on what they’re really worth.
A week later, I was on my way to meet the man himself at his farm in Big Sandy. The occasion was the grand opening for Bob’s latest venture, The Oil Barn. Neva had explained the concept to me: Bob’s plan was to grow safflower, press it into oil, sell it to University of Montana Dining Services for culinary use, and then use the waste oil to fuel his tractor. The whole thing was still in the pilot phase, but Bob was hoping to scale up so that more of his neighbors could grow their own fuel. This grand opening celebration was a big part of that strategy.
I arrived early, but the makeshift parking lot along Bob’s driveway was already filling up. A head-turningly diverse crowd streamed in, from TV reporters and politicians in suits to farmers in overalls and college students with piercings and colorfully dyed hair. I saw my old boss, Senator Tester, standing near a podium that had been set up under an old box elder tree in Bob’s backyard. Someone tapped the microphone and we gathered around a few rows of white folding chairs.
I knew Bob the moment I saw him. He was wearing the same cowboy hat he’d had on in the photo from the wind farm’s grand opening, with those heads of ancient wheat in the brim. In the days of the American Revolution,
he began, every village had a liberty tree where people would get together to talk about freedom and how they were going to achieve it.
The crowd silenced their conversations and leaned in.
And today we’re gathered under this box elder,
Bob continued, gesturing to the verdant tree next to him, to talk about freedom from being beholden to others for our energy.
Several dozen heads nodded in unison, a concert of ball caps, cowboy hats, carefully slicked-back hairdos, and a few longhairs. Now I understood what Matt, Jon, and Neva had been trying to tell me. Bob was a true champion for the public good. And the public—the whole motley lot of us—could see that he was in earnest. The usual categories didn’t seem to matter.
Over the next five years, Bob and I bumped into each other more and more often. I continued my research on Montana sustainable agriculture, and Bob’s name came up frequently during my interviews. Once I finished my PhD, published a book, and began teaching at Stanford University, Bob and I found ourselves at the same organic agriculture conferences, delivering similar messages about the link between healthy soil, healthy food, and a healthy rural economy. One summer day in 2017, we ran across each other at a Montana Organic Association farm tour, hosted by a grass-fed beef operation about an hour’s drive north of Bob’s place. There were several stops on the all-day tour, accessible only by four-wheel-drive pickup trucks that could navigate ranch roads. My partner and I had driven to the tour in a rental sedan, so we hitched a ride in Bob’s pickup.
As we climbed out of the truck to look at a brilliant yellow pasture of soil-building sweet clover, Bob made a little side comment. So, Liz, you know I’ve been thinking about writing a book,
he said. I’ve been told I should get a ghostwriter, but I’d rather have more of an equal partner in the project, someone who could contribute their own knowledge and ideas.
In the next five seconds, I finally had to confront the question myself. The question I’d asked Jon. The question I’d wanted to ask Neva. Were the things Bob and I had in common more important than our differences?
Bob, I think you should do that book,
I said. And I want to help you write it.
What you now hold in your hands is the story of an unsung hero—a small-town farmer who is rebuilding his rural community, one opportunity at a time. By creating a market for organic, whole grain ancient wheat, he’s helped more than a hundred other farmers convert to more environmentally friendly and economically stable practices. By launching a wind farm and a biofuel project, he’s pushed Montana toward renewable energy, which has accounted for the majority of the state’s new energy capacity since Bob got involved fifteen years ago.¹ All the while, he’s insisted that we can’t keep building an economy based on cheapness: cheap fuel, cheap food, cheap labor. Ultimately, that kind of economy means we’re undervaluing ourselves and our neighbors. It means diabetes and poverty, water pollution and bankruptcy. Instead, we need to build an economy based on honest value. Jobs. Community. Health. Sustainability. In a little corner of Montana, Bob has been working to create that kind of economy, and he’s an inspiration to the growing circle of people who’ve now entered his orbit from all across the political spectrum.
Here, in his own words, is Bob’s hopeful vision for a more prosperous future, along with the story of how he got to where he is today. I’ve helped with some of the research and writing, mostly to draw out the larger context and significance of the events in the book. But I’m leaving my first-person voice aside from here on because I want you to get to know this green economy cowboy for yourself, not secondhand from me. In the warm, humorous, straight-shooting manner in which only Bob can render his experience, I think you’ll find a good deal of practical wisdom. And, if I may toot his horn a bit, a genuine American hero.
INTRODUCTION:
Food on the Cheap
I remember the day I stopped trying to grow food on the cheap.
Born into a family wheat and cattle operation in Montana during the baby boom, I’d grown up accepting the conventional wisdom about American farmers: that our job was to feed the world, and that to do so, we needed to produce the highest possible yields by any means necessary. Over the course of my lifetime, Americans cut in half the percentage of their income they spent on food.¹ The number of Americans working in agriculture dwindled too: from nearly 6.7 million in 1947, the year I was born, to just 2 million today.² These trends were hailed as signs of progress.
In 1971, as a freshly minted college graduate, I ventured into the heart of that progress: the University of California, Davis, arguably the top agricultural school in the country. Our professors wanted us graduate students to see the innovative practices of modern farming firsthand, so they took us on a number of field trips. We visited massive orange groves in Southern California, vegetable operations on the Central Coast, and timber operations in the mountains. But the trip I remember most vividly was our outing to a peach farm in California’s Central Valley, one of the most productive farming regions in the world.
En route to the farm, I found myself daydreaming about the sweet aroma of ripe peaches, the sticky satisfaction of their juicy flesh. Of course, my parents couldn’t grow peaches in chilly north central Montana, so in my childhood they had been a rare treat. I remember those special occasion peaches arriving at our local grocery store, meticulously wrapped in tissue paper and placed in paper cups, which were carefully nestled in wooden crates. We would take them home and set them out on the counter for a few days, where they would ripen to sweet, succulent perfection. When I moved to Davis for graduate school, I was delighted to discover a small peach farm just down the road, near Woodland. My wife and I were on a limited graduate student budget with a couple babies in the house already, so we asked the farmer if we could buy from him in bulk and can our own winter fruit supply. Well, will you be canning today, tomorrow, or in a few days?
the farmer asked. When we answered Today,
the farmer pointed us to a stack of boxes teeming with dead-ripe fruit right off the tree. It took all the discipline we could muster to actually can all those peaches and not just start scarfing them down on the spot. This was the image I had in my mind as I left for the field trip to the Central Valley peach farm, which was serendipitously scheduled at harvesttime.
When my fellow students and I arrived at the farm, I stepped off the bus into a sea of peach trees, stretching as far as the eye could see. I took a deep breath, expecting to be overwhelmed by the scent of ripe peaches. But strangely enough, I couldn’t smell them.
That’s when I noticed my professor and the peach grower, standing to the side of the crowd and laughing. They were talking about a petroleum-based product the professor had developed that the grower was spraying on his peaches. The spray stimulated the skin of the peaches to change color so they looked ripe, even though they were still green as grass and not fit to eat. These rock-hard peaches could then be shipped across the country in bulk, without the expense of careful packaging to prevent bruising. The grower and the professor were both in a position to profit, and yet these peaches could also be sold more cheaply in grocery stores, where they would, hopefully, ripen up enough to be palatable.
As a PhD student in plant biochemistry, I knew unripe peaches didn’t have the same nutritional profile as ripe ones. I suspected this petroleum-based spray wasn’t good for the environment, and I wondered what residues might be left on the fruit. Something was wrong with this kind of agriculture and, for that matter, with the kind of economy that drove it. I stayed at Davis to finish my PhD, but the more I saw of this so-called modern agriculture, the more concerned I became. In 1978, I returned home to take over my parents’ Montana wheat farm, determined to do things differently. If I could.
The past fifty years of American history can be summed up in three remarkably similar graphs of three ostensibly different things. One shows a steady rise in the percentage of the US population with diagnosed diabetes, from less than 1 percent in 1958 to nearly 10 percent today.³ Another shows a very similar trend line in the average carbon dioxide concentration at the Mauna Loa Observatory in Hawaii—this is the famous Keeling Curve, which first sounded the alarm on climate change. The third graph shows the number of Americans reliant on food stamps, which has risen from just over 10 million in 1972 to more than 45 million today.⁴ The correlation in these trends is no accident—they are all symptomatic of a system of producing and consuming goods, particularly food, that has gone badly awry. Unless we begin to change this system, these statistics will continue to rise, with disastrous consequences for our health, our livelihoods, and our planet.
The mistake we’ve made these past fifty years? As a nation, we’ve simply become too cheap, particularly when it comes to food. Achieving this extraordinary cheapness has meant continually extracting value out of the entire supply chain that leads to our suppers—from the farms and rural communities where our food is grown, to the processing facilities and fast-food restaurants where underpaid workers scramble to churn out meals cheaper and faster, to the dinner table, where we encounter increasingly calorie-rich and nutrient-poor fare. As this value is extracted from our communities, much of it is being transformed into something that meets no clear human need: increased profits for the already bloated multinational corporations that have cornered the market on food processing, retail, and agricultural chemicals.
This is a book about how to add that value back where it belongs, not only to the end product—our food—but to the entire food system. As an entrepreneur and scientist working in the midst of rural American poverty, I have seen firsthand how putting food and other fundamental goods like energy at the center of a value-added economy can foster health, economic opportunity, and ecological regeneration, particularly in some of our country’s poorest communities. The truth is, cheap stuff isn’t really cheap—the bill just comes due