So how did we get here? Where does our story begin?
After falling for my 4th-generation farm-boy Jay, I set out to learn everything about his previous life as the owner and operator of a large-scale quail farm. The more I learned about the industry, the more I realized the labels I trusted on the meat at those boutique grocery stores didn't mean what I thought they did. And, I finally knew it first hand.
Determined to know exactly where the food was coming from that I was feeding our family, I set out to start raising it myself. The only problem? Jay, having retired from farming years before we met, swore he’d moved on from that part of his life.
Not one to take ‘no’ for an answer I finally convinced Jay to, at the very least, let me raise a few chickens for our family. Under the agreement that I would at least raise enough to sell to friends and family to offset my costs, Jay dug out some of his old farm equipment while I was at work and surprised me with 500 chicks when I got home that day.
I’m pretty sure he figured it was best to go big with 500 birds so I’d only do it the once, even if that meant we’d be eating the same old batch of chicken for the next 10 years. Well, over 200 chickens flew the coop on the first day back from the processors and just like that Central Park Farms was born.