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Reviving folk agriculture in the modern food economy branches out from Detroit and brings Appalachia into the “new food movement” conversation.

Photo by Carrie Eidson

Reviving folk agriculture in the modern food economy branches out from Detroit and brings Appalachia into the “new food movement” conversation.

Photo by Carrie Eidson

Elizabeth Colbert dives into this whole Paleo business over on the New Yorker…

Illustration by Mike Ellis

Elizabeth Colbert dives into this whole Paleo business over on the New Yorker

Illustration by Mike Ellis

And today, I present… Your Daily Horrifying Propaganda Cartoon.

And today, I present… Your Daily Horrifying Propaganda Cartoon.

According to Leslie Guttman and the farmer she spoke with, to save these pigs, …we have to eat them.

According to Leslie Guttman and the farmer she spoke with, to save these pigs, …we have to eat them.

Wasting water now comes with hefty fine in drought-ravaged California
Optional subtitle: It’s about time people starting thinking about the impact of their landscaping

Photo c/o Kevin Cortopassi

Wasting water now comes with hefty fine in drought-ravaged California

Optional subtitle: It’s about time people starting thinking about the impact of their landscaping

Photo c/o Kevin Cortopassi

Our Bees, Ourselves: Bees and Colony Collapse

Photo c/o Katie Scott
A Fig Tree Dies in Brooklyn, and in Other Boroaughs

Photo courtesy of Yana Paskova for The New York Times

A Fig Tree Dies in Brooklyn, and in Other Boroaughs

Photo courtesy of Yana Paskova for The New York Times

Note to self: Check out these stress-busting foods. Thanks, The Salt.

Note to self: Check out these stress-busting foods. Thanks, The Salt.

Made these + shredded/froze zucchini + blanched/froze green beans + made a all-things-green sauce*. Summer produce is coming in, and we’re preserving the harvest…

Made these + shredded/froze zucchini + blanched/froze green beans + made a all-things-green sauce*. Summer produce is coming in, and we’re preserving the harvest…

Clear differences between organic and non-organic food, study finds: Research is first to find wide-ranging differences between organic and conventional fruits, vegetables and cereals
Ross Gay’s “To the Fig Tree on 9th and Christian”

This summer, I’m exploring the pastoral in contemporary American poetry. One of the poems I’m looking at is this beauty by friend, teacher, and poet Ross Gay. Enjoy:

Tumbling through the
city in my
mind without once
looking up 
the racket in
the lugwork probably
rehearsing some
stupid thing I
said or did
some crime or
other the city they
say is a lonely
place until yes
the sound of sweeping
and a woman
yes with a 
broom beneath
which you are now
too the canopy
of a fig its 
arms pulling the
September sun to it
and she
has a hose too
and so works hard
rinsing and scrubbing
the walk
lest some poor sod
slip on the silk 
of a fig
and break his hip
and not probably
reach over to gobble up
the perpetrator 
the light catches
the veins in her hands 
when I ask about 
the tree they 
flutter in the air and
she says take
as much as
you can 
help me

so I load my 
pockets and mouth
and she points
to the step-ladder against 
the wall to
mean more but
I was without a 
sack so my meager
plunder would have to 
suffice and an old woman
whom gravity
was pulling into
the earth loosed one
from a low slung 
branch and its eye
wept like hers
which she dabbed
with a kerchief as she
cleaved the fig with
what remained of her
teeth and soon there were
eight or nine 
people gathered beneath
the tree looking into
it like a constellation pointing
do you see it
and I am tall and so
good for these things
and a bald man even 
told me so 
when I grabbed three
or four for 
him reaching into the 
giddy throngs of
wasps sugar 
stoned which he only
pointed to smiling and
rubbing his stomach
I mean he was really rubbing his stomach 
it was hot his
head shone while he 
offered recipes to the 
group using words which 
I couldn’t understand and besides
I was a little
tipsy on the dance
of the velvety heart rolling
in my mouth
pulling me down and
down into the
oldest countries of my 
body where I ate my first fig
from the hand of a man who escaped his country
by swimming through the night 
and maybe
never said more than
five words to me
at once but gave me
figs and a man on his way
to work hops twice
to reach at last his
fig which he smiles at and calls 
baby, c’mere baby,
he says and blows a kiss
to the tree which everyone knows
cannot grow this far north
being Mediterranean
and favoring the rocky, sun-baked soils
of Jordan and Sicily
but no one told the fig tree
or the immigrants
there is a way
the fig tree grows
in groves it wants,
it seems, to hold us,
yes I am anthropomorphizing
goddammit I have twice
in the last thirty seconds
rubbed my sweaty 
forearm into someone else’s
sweaty shoulder
gleeful eating out of each other’s hands
on Christian St.
in Philadelphia a city like most
which has murdered its own 
people 
this is true
we are feeding each other 
from a tree
at the corner of Christian and 9th
strangers maybe 
never again.

(Taken from The American Poetry Review online.)

Politico gets behind the school lunch fight
Designing a Wildlife Garden & Eating It Too

This Kickstarter campaign is going bonkers, and I’m excited for Leanne Brown. Check her out, and enjoy digital versions of her books for free! Yay, Creative Commons!

What percentage of their income does your home nation spend on food?