I am that person. The one in a restaurant who looks at the dessert menu first before deciding whether or not to order a starter. I am the person who would much rather have a chocolate bar over a packet …
Anna Helmer’s Farm Story continues
Deep winter confessions from Pemberton's favourite farmer. Lavish plan-hatching and mild delusion meets work in someone else's root house. (Just don't call it mindless.)
The Dirt on Food and it’s Power to Heal
A manifesto, of sorts. To reclaim the table. And map food stories, from the heart of the Pemberton Valley. Grow. Make. Eat. Restore the planet. Without guilt. Without pressure. With joyful messy experimentation, scrappy gardens, candour and dirt.