I know my vegetables. I know each of them. Spend hours here each week on your hands and knees, and you will know what it means to commune with your food.
Food & Politics [kitchen]
Food is power. Food is political. And if it’s true that we are what we eat, I’d much rather be a vegetable garden than a factory farm.
Finding Roots [home]
Home is the tangle of my mother’s northern roots. Home is the pull of my father’s southern tide. Home is complicated: part-beauty, part-conflict. Home is learning to be still.
