Field greens and chicken coups. Smoke houses and chestnut trees. Sunday dinners of hot biscuits, fried rabbit and squirrel. Catching fire-flies and sippin’ sun tea on the front porch swing. Mocking Whip-poor-wills and listing to tall tales from my grand-pa. These are the memories of my childhood. Life seemed so simple and the world so big.
These times were long ago, yet so very fresh in my mind. I have moved on to discover much of that “big world”, yet I find myself as of late looking back to that much simpler life. What I hope to share with you here is a journey of a man long separated from his rural childhood past, get back to those roots through Food.
This rediscovery will take us to a time when we knew exactly where our food came from, because we where the ones who planted, raised, picked, pickled, caught or killed it. I intend to take you on this journey with me of rediscovery of food from field to table, and I hope you enjoy the ride. Thanks for sitting on my front porch and listening to my tall tales.