I Fell Down a Hole! On writin' and Eatin'

I was lookin' at "first lines." I does that. When all else fails, I look at first lines in books and essays--to see how the author draws ya' right on in to what she has to tell about.

So I read this:

Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

(Hear that Anon Boxer-Babe??)

This from a piece in the hated rag, NYTimes, by Michael Pollan. Yep, he got me...I did read on and you night want to too, here.
( It's worth it if you are alarmed by the conflicting studies what shows that low fat diets DO NOT reduce coronary risks or breast cancer)


Somehow, from thar' I got to huntin' fer grass-fed, naturally raised beef and pork, on account of Floridy bein' a big cattle raisin' state. Did mah huntin' on the internet. Ha!

Mercy, I done fell into a hole deep and wide and ain't hardly found the way to right-side-up yet!

Did ya'll know that ya can find yore own local produce, chickens, eggs, beef and pork, even lamb prolly within an hours drive? I din't know that--oh, yeah I did, it's jes' that I thought it would be sorta catch as catch can.

Ah, no. Thar's a SUPER abundance of amazin' local foods. Can ya'll tell I'se excited??

First, look here to get yoreself a clickable link to yore own state's goodies.

I found Magnolia Farms, not too far up the road from me &Uncle...and ya'll can bet you'll be hearin' about what I find thar'.

They sell dairy goats and I had (momentary!) visions of makin' mah own goat cheese. Reckon I'll jes buy the comestibles not the producers.






Ya'll has heard here of my love fer farmer poet Wendell Berry and especially his
book Another Turn of the Crank. This book is on farming, globalism, and what we Southerners call "communitarianism." Ya' really--now, REALLY, need to read it. It's short. Just do it. (Okay, gotta stop on Berry, cause I could write fer weeks on him and his work. Read Jayber Crow too iffin' ya want an honest novel)

Fallin' further down that hole I mentioned at the top....I got onto this blog, whose profile reads:

"Nearly everyone dreams of moving to the country, but few people are crazy enough to actually do it. I'm one of those few. In 1994, at 26, I sold my little bakery cafe, packed up 200 boxes of books & antiques, & waved goodbye to my native California. Armed with a basic knowledge of gardening, an overenthusiastic sense of adventure & lots of naivete, I ended up on a 280-acre, 140-year-old farm in the middle of nowhere. I became cook, gardener, shepherd, farmhand, vet, surrogate mom, wildlife expert, midwife & undertaker. My prep school education & graphic design background were useless. I went from attending restaurant openings & gallery receptions to working the rural fire dept's BBQ booth at the crafts fair & munching fried pies at country auctions. Seven years ago I moved to an even more remote 240-acre farm which I share with sheep, chickens, 2 dogs, 7 cats, 4 very entertaining donkeys & one really well fed farmguy. My life revolves around food. I write food & garden articles & have taught cooking classes & contributed to cookbooks. I'm a passionate bread baker, and we're slowly building a small wholesale artisan bread bakery here on the farm."

I'm still fallin' down the hole...but wanted to send back this SOS....in case ya want fall on in heah too!!

(p.s. I will do the Mute Monday, then re-post this post so we'uns can exchange good finds after yore own falls!)