Eating Wild

Juice runs down my fingers as I take a tentative bite of cherry. “Oh my god,” I say, nearly spitting it back out. It is extremely sour, to the point of being bitter. I pick another, this time being sure to select one without any red at the stem. It is slightly sweeter, but still [...]

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Learning the Language

Last week on the farm it was hot. Really, really, hot. Don’t know if you heard, but it was 105 in MD. And it felt like it. So we did a lot of pausing between tasks to sit and try to cool off a little. During one of these pauses I started listening. I’ve been [...]

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Skip to the Kitchen My Darling

Here is an excerpt from a fabulous food post from my sister-at-heart, clickclack gorilla: In England, dumpster diving is called skipping. It’s a rather indirect way to talk about trash picking, but it feels appropriate in its way. Picture two small children holding hands and skipping through the park. Picture the gleeful expressions on their [...]

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