Whistler girl meets Pemberton farmer; best to show all your dirt up front.
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.)
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.