To which I would add, fuck “clean eating”, fuck salmonella poisoning, and fuck the commodities trading of food futures.
Let’s bring eating back to earth.
By which I mean, let’s put the dirt back on your produce, the scruffiness into your hospitality, and relationships back into your consumption.
Let’s put ecology back on the table.
Literally, let’s place the dinner table into a web, instead of at the end of supply chain. Let it be part again of a network of living things, that flow through and from the table, in a million different forms – energy, sunlight, worm food, fresh produce, dead animals; as an anchor to conversation, to nourishment, to relationship, to healing.
Reclaim the table, and the garden, the power that food has heal – not just our bodies, but our relationships, our sense of agency, and our role as stewards and restorers of the earth. And the opportunity food offers us, to grow – not just out there in the soil, but as humans.
We’ve been consumers for long enough.
This website is a place to map food stories, from the heart of the Pemberton Valley, in order to turn consumers on to the idea of being growers, creators, culture-shapers and restorers of the planet. Without guilt. Without pressure. With joyful messy experimentation, scrappy gardens, candour and dirt.
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