I was at a party on an organic farm last Friday, where the guest of honor was this gargantuan mushroom, found by the side of the road. And we had roasted chestnuts too, a first for me.
My awe at drawing close to the processes of food growing and gathering only increases. Everything I do, everything on this blog, is mostly transmuted bread and cheese and tomatoes. This is so strange and so obvious I hardly know what to say about it.
The relevant required reading (takes five minutes) on food and eating by Wendell Berry can be found here. Berry only seems to get truer and wiser as time goes on.
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