I did something the other day that I rarely ever do: I bought meat. Specifically, I bought a chicken. I view it as an almost political act. Americans have been brainwashed into believing that cheap chicken is a God-given right. It isn’t. It’s a horrible disservice to the chicken, the farmer and the consumer.
farm to table
This is a story about a strange gift, an unusual challenge, and three very old, very ornery roosters. And as you may well guess, it ends badly for the roosters. To a point. I have become something of our Italian neighbors’ personal rooster assassin. I killed my first two years ago, and have returned at
Favas are my labor’s love. I am inordinately fond of the chubby legumes, which signal to me that high spring has arrived. They are my transition between the peas of spring and the string and shelly beans that mark the summer’s heat. Fava beans are easy to grow, but do require lots of space and