Or: Necessity is the mother of all dinner My first dalliance with farm box deliveries was ended by a head of bok choy. The little cabbage sent me running around town looking for ingredients I had never used and never would use again. Dinner that night was a delicious swan song, a wasabi-laced ode to… Continue reading How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Farm Box
Michael Pollan’s investigation of food production in America begins with a simple question. What’s for dinner? Pollan eats and describes four meals, but not before he tracks the ingredients from their start as solar energy through the soil, plants, and animals to his plate.