I’ve reached a crystal clear opinion on the topic of food. It’s holy work. The growing of it, the raising of it, the hunting of it, the harvest of it — holy, illuminating work that can lead us forward into gratitude,
I don’t want to be one more person who tells you how to live, what to think, how to eat. I will never treat you like you have the exact same nutritional needs as me. You are unique. Your body is unique! It’s what makes you beautiful. There is one thing we have in common though, when we do food the right way, with compassion and care, with a sharp knife and a warm stovetop, with fresh garlic and parsley, with rendered fat and marrow, we are filled (literally and figuratively) with joy. Praise to God! Praise to the cook! We lift a fork to our mouths, close our eyes, chew and swallow, and sigh. What glory. What rapture! What holy, holy work.
I am sharing my opinions on food today because I care for you, I care for my little farm, I care for my little ranching community and I care for our world.
I know that not everyone can have a little farm or a ranching operation. Not everyone can hunt. I know that not everyone dreams of having a patch of dirt to grow their food in, but by God, people! You need to join this rebellion! You need to eat food that grew in the dirt! Whole, simple food, that was tended to carefully by a farmer. Beef that ranged on grass and had a good life and a good death. Lamb that grew strong walking between the high desert steppe and the Sawtooth Mountains. Venison and elk that died well when struck with a well placed and merciful bullet or arrow. Turnips, celery, blood-red beets, rainbow chard, spinach, winter squash from the organic farmer who never cleans under his fingernails. Butter, eggs and milk from the quirky little farm girl down the road who keeps livestock because she loves animals and they keep her from being lonely. It has never been more important to support the people who are raising and growing food in your little community or on the outskirts of your metropolis and it’s never been more important to eat as locally as you possibly can. Every nickel and dime you surrender for your food matters. This is not a fad. This is the way things used to be before mega-monocropping and round-up and feedlots, back when there were still bees to fly about and apples had worm bites and grew to be a normal size.
Every day now I am dreaming about what I want this little farm of ours to be. I dream about how best to use our piece of earth to feed ourselves, how best to feed the dirt that grows our food. I dream about the ways we might serve our little community with our wee farm. I don’t need to feed the masses but I do think every little farm has the opportunity and the duty to serve friends and neighbors and generate community spirit. Every little farm can share. Every little farm should care. And it would be so nice if everyone else cared, too.