This one is going to go in a bit of a circle, so strap in and just hang on for a bit:
The sister sent us some pictures of us when we were kids, and we saw a shot of our grandfather. A real character, that one. He was a hero on his high school football team, spent World War II on an aircraft carrier in the Pacific, married the love of his life, raised two daughters, four grandchildren, and lived to see a handful of great-grandchildren. An electrician by trade, he spent many early mornings and afternoons rooting around in the fields of our family farm. There were certain seasons when you couldn’t kiss him goodnight. He would routinely pull an onion out of the ground, shake off the dirt, peel back a layer or two, and eat the darned thing like an apple. For realsies.
We often found ourselves bouncing around the back of his pickup down a rutted country road. With the sun in our eyes and the wind in our faces we’d be jerked to one side or another as he would suddenly veer off of the side of the road and screech to a halt. Somewhere, deep in a hillside, he had spotted a bramble of blackberries, and off we went with deep buckets to fill. We’d all head back to the house with our treasure; bodies painted purple like Violet Beauregardes.
Here’s the thing: Our grandfather worked with his hands, and ate stuff right out of the ground, fresh from the bush, or pulled from the tree. He scrubbed vigorously each morning and before sitting down for supper, and he was never sick. Never.
Not a day in his life.
When you head through the produce section of your local mega-grocery, take a moment and marvel at the bounty before you. Perfect stacks of perfect apples and bright orange oranges and sweetly round melons. Realize, of course, that these fruits and vegetables are grown, not to be nutritious, but to be shelf-stable and look good under the florescent lights of the mega-mart. Produce is graded based on size and shape and color.
Check this out: 90% of all of the Grade A commercial potatoes grown in America meet their deep-fried demise underneath the golden arches of our favorite burger chain. That’s a fact.
But we’re lucky in one respect: While we’ve become more prone to infectious disease due to increased use of chemicals and antibiotics in our food system, we’re a pretty healthy nation. We learned a lesson from our grandfather and are pretty meticulous about washing up when we get ready to prepare your food or pop something into our mouths. It’s the easiest way to prevent disease.
Here’s another fact: One of the dirtiest things in your home is your bottle of hand sanitizer.
And now the important one for today: The number one cause of death in children under five around the world is disease that could be prevented with proper sanitation and hygiene. We can’t suddenly fix their food supply or eliminate the problems with their drinking water, but we can do something today to help them with their hygiene. And it’s simple – give them some soap.
This is where we come in. Everyone has bars of soap under their sink. Some are there on purpose, and some are forgotten gifts from relatives who had no clue of your aversion to lilac. And then there’s the pile of wrapped hotel soaps, sure to be used one day, but not one soon. We’re collecting all of these soaps and donating them to Clean the World. They take clean, wrapped, unused soaps and distribute them to areas where washing one’s hands is a luxury. They also partner with chains like Marriott, who donate slightly used soaps. Clean the World is able to sanitize about 90% of them, wrap them up, and then send them out. You can donate your life-giving gift of soap at either Urban Farmhouse, and we’ll get it to Clean the World.
We’re also donating through Soapbox Soaps. They donate one bar to a child in need for every bar sold. So when you buy a Soapbox Soap at The Urban Farmhouse, it will help to clean some dirty little hands somewhere else.
That’s enough for now. Wash up. It’s almost time for supper.
With all due respect to Marvin Gaye, the goings on at The Urban Farmhouse are pretty cool these days. We’ve been doing well at our flagship Shockoe Slip restaurant, and the feedback has been great for our Millworks location (and a special Thank You to the wonderful folks in Midlothian who have been so quick to embrace us). Our Late Spring Menu is days away, we’re adding new products to The Market, and we have a pretty full music calendar.
OH! And Artists! We have two new artists bringing in work for May. So there’s that.
We’ve also been fine-tuning and expanding some things:
You can reserve The Urban Farmhouse for your special event. Seriously. We’ll set aside the entire Farmhouse for you and yours. We’ve been conducting a not-so-stealth operation that offers catering and box lunches for businesses and such, and have actually hosted some events at The Farmhouse, like a recent wedding. Think about it: Beautiful Summer night, surrounded by your family, handsome groom, beautiful bride, the twinkling lights of the Slip and the windows thrown wide at The Urban Farmhouse….
Just think about that and imagine the same scenario on our patio at Millworks. Then contact email@example.com. She’s a gem, and will get you all hooked up.
Speaking of our PATIO AT MILLWORKS: It’s looking pretty sweet! It was hard when we first moved in, as we were about the first business to open up. Fortunately, our Southside Farmhands found us pretty quickly, so loneliness wasn’t an issue. Now, as the weather has ripened, we’ve been able to add some accoutrements, like tables and chairs. Right in the middle, we have a huge, family-style table that was made by this awesome guy, Bill Fields, who salvages wood from old buildings to create these amazing pieces. He also made our coffee tables. And we’re coloring things up a bit. Farmhand Brae spent some sunny days planting some herbs and stuff, so you’ll see some freshies on the tables. While we’re excited to welcome the return of the Farmer’s Market (May 4th. Quit asking), we’re trying to work out the logistics of starting our own vegetable garden. We’re in serious talks with the landlord and Mother Nature.
Lastly, we’re going to tweak this website. It’ll be easier for you to find menus, search for events, and we’re looking to showcase The Market. You know that you love bringing Farmhouse stuff home with you. It’ll be easier. And you’ll know when we launch the new website. One day you’ll click, and it’ll be like magic.
Now, on to the events. Farmhand Brae is handling our booking, and we’re rotating out featured artists and musicians. Live music will remain Saturday nights from 6 until about 8, and Sunday brunch music will be 11 ‘til one. If you’re interested in a gig, firstname.lastname@example.org. She’s your girl.
See you soon.
- Good Coffee
- Good Food
- Good Coffee and Food that’s healthy and responsibly grown
- Good Coffee and Food that’s fresh
- Wearing Black
Numbers 1 and 5 may make us seem like coffee shop hipsters, and to be truthful, there are a fair number of Farmhands that sport body art, piercings and creative facial hair, but it’s who we are. But we’re fortunate to be able to combine our loves with our work here at The Urban Farmhouse.
That kind of makes us sound like missionaries or something: “Our Work.”
Well, we kind of are missionaries. Our mission is to provide folks who visit us with food, drinks, and merchandise that represents the finest that Mother Earth can provide. And to try to do it as locally as possible. When we use Bearer Farm Honey, we’re supporting their efforts to let bees be bees. We sell biodynamic wines because they’re tasty and the process respects the fields the grapes are grown in. Local fruits and vegetables are fresher, usually taste better, and support the farms and farmers who pump billions of dollars into Virginia’s economy. We kind of feel like everyone should have an Urban Farmhouse nearby. Currently, there are only two neighborhoods that fit that bill, but who knows…..
That’s why we jumped on board to help out some dear friends at Tricycle Gardens. A short trip from Shockoe Slip, in Richmond’s Manchester district, they created an Urban Farm. Perfect, right? It’s very much like an urban oasis – an unused parcel of city space that has been turned into a garden overflowing with fresh food. What’s truly great about it is that there are many in our cities and towns who don’t really get to experience this. We’ve talked about it before: Some people live in “food deserts.”
There is a certain sense of satisfaction that comes with being at an Urban Farmhouse early in the morning. When our deliveries show up, we open crates and packages of fresh produce, and honest to goodness, you can smell the freshness. It smells like earth, sun, sweetness, tartness, and good. Wine makers call it “terroir.” You can taste this stuff and smell it and feel like you’re right there where it was grown. And that’s what Tricycle Gardens brings to folks who are in a food desert. They can see a bona-fide farm, right in their neighborhood. They can see things growing, buy produce that was in the earth just moments ago, and eat healthy stuff that they probably haven’t had access to in a while.
Tricycle Gardens also has a tremendous outreach program. They run classes on growing your own food, on container gardening for apartment dwellers, on composting and worm bins, and they let people participate in the process of making fresh food. It’s said that if you want to engage someone in something, get them to do it. Sure, sounds like fun, but until you stick your hands in the earth or bite into a fresh-from-the-vine tomato, you just don’t know.
And here’s the thing – Tricycle Gardens is a non-profit driven almost solely by volunteers. In about a decade, they’ve used this passion to create almost a dozen gardens around Richmond, a market, and a greenhouse for winter growing. Our part of the deal is easy. We combined our logo with theirs, splashed it on some shirts and hoodies, and offered to sell them to whoever wants one. That pretty girl at the top of the page is Brae. She’s a Farmhand, and she’s wearing one of the shirts. The proceeds from each and every sale will help them to grow, to spread that message, and bring some “terroir” to some folks who may have never tasted it.
If you believe in terroir, and want to help us support Tricycle Gardens, stop in The Urban Farmhouse and pick up a hip shirt. You can also shop online here. And Thanks.
You know that we like to shop local. We also like it when you shop local. Whether you’re in Downtown Richmond or cruising Midlothian, we appreciate it when you visit with The Urban Farmhouse or with the locally owned businesses in our area. That doesn’t stop with our food and drink. The musicians and artists that we feature either come from or have pretty strong ties to the Richmond area.
That being said, we often get questions on our Facebook and Twitter asking who’s playing or what artist did the amazing piece on the wall. We’ve kind of filled our calendars on a case-by-case basis, but based on your interest and in an effort to get a little more organized (what with two Farmhouses to mind!) we thought that we’d get a little ahead of the curve.
Music in the Slip:
Music in Midlo:
- March 2 – Dwayne Sanders
- March 9 – Sean Bendula
- March 10 – Strummer
- March 16 – Matthew Blanton
- March 23 – Evan McKeel
Artists in Shockoe:
- March – Samantha Kardos
- April – Deanna Delgado
Artists in Midlo:
We’re also having Wine Tastings in Shockoe and Midlo. All of the tastings will be from 5 to 7. On March 6 we’ll welcome Andes Importers to Shockoe. They’ll be in Midlothian on March 27. March 20 we’ll have DelFosse Vineyards in Shockoe.
And Food! We’re sampling food! On March 8 we’ll have Wheeler Wood from Biscotti Goddess from 11:30 til 2 at The Urban Farmhouse Midlothian. Get your nom nom on on.
We’ll expand this a bit and get you some more details as we get them. Stay tuned and hungry Urban Farmhouse friends!
Every once in a hot minute we get part of our 15 minutes of Fame. One day, the GEICO Gecko had lunch on our sidewalk. We also got to spend some time with Sam from nTelos. We had our very own moment in a music video. We look pretty good on film, though the television spots add a few pounds.
You may have seen folks filming more regularly in The Urban Farmhouse from time to time. We’re pretty open about it, because we feel like we’re kind of creative, and we admire those talents so we give those folks run of the place. Our most recent endeavor, though, has a larger purpose.
For the past year or so, we’ve hosted a regular series that you can watch on YouTube, Business Mondays. Craig Forbes is President of The Richmond Venture Forum and Renee Fisher is a Partner at Vaco Resources. Together, they represent some of the best and brightest in Richmond finance and entrepreneurship. What’s cool is that they’ve lent their expertise as hosts of this web series that has a Who’s Who of a guest list. They’ve had marketers, manufacturers, finance gurus, non-profit chairs, and a ton of other really cool people. And they film them all sitting in the window of our Shockoe Slip restaurant. A couple of weeks ago they sat down with Jim Cheng, Secretary of Commerce and Trade for the Commonwealth of Virginia. He talked about the many things that make Virginia such a great place to do business.
We couldn’t agree more, Jim.
You can watch all of the Business Monday videos on their YouTube channel.
It can be somewhat hard to fathom when the weather is so confusing, but Winter is not normally thought of as a bountiful harvest time. If you’ve been out and about over the past several weeks, you know what we’re talking about. One day it’s 35 and raining, the next it’s 65 and breezy, then snow, then pushing 70. It’s Mother Nature’s version of the “Bob & Weave.”
“Go ahead! Tag me! Nyah Nyah! You missed!”
But wobbling weather is no reason to kick your commitment to good, healthy food to the proverbial curb. Sure, you may not be stepping outside to pick a fresh tomato off of your own vine, but there are a great number of foods that are still available and good for your Winter repast.
The best way to get your Winter organic on is to raid the root cellar. While there’s nothing quite like eating something fresh out of the ground or off of the vine, things that grow IN the ground can be held for a long time before you munch on them. These are root vegetables like carrots, potatoes and onions.
Another great addition to that list is beets. Not the pickled kind, but out of the ground beets. Like in our Winter Beet Salad. You know – the one with oranges, fennel and mint? Which brings us to another way to stay fresh in the Winter: Fruit.
We try to stay as local as possible with our purchases, but also try to avoid scurvy, so sprinkle our menu with fruit as much as possible. This sometimes means resorting to dried cranberries and cherry preserves (As in our Fruits of the Farm), but we also use pears, tangerines, and good, Virginia apples.
Contrary to popular belief, not everything fresh in your basket needs to be shipped in or culled from your dark, dank basement. There are a great many leafy type vegetables that can be found pretty close to here to augment your meal. If they can, after all, now grow palm trees in North Carolina, we should be able to find some lettuce, right?
Kale is a great leafy green and a good source of vitamins. This time of year you can also tuck in to cabbages, lettuce, spinach and Brussels sprouts. If you source carefully, you can load up your plate with peas, cauliflower, broccoli, and a garden’s worth more. Local, fresh, organic cucumbers or tomatoes? Not so much. You can find them fresh and/or organic, but they likely came from a land far, far away.
If you think about it, back in the good old days before refrigerators and crispers and interstate commerce, we didn’t survive the winter by eating tree bark and shoes…
Okay. Historically speaking, we sometimes did. But times have changed! Today, you can eat fresh and organic regardless of the season, and you don’t have to go against your better judgment to do it. A good first step might be to visit The Urban Farmhouse. We even made it easier for you by opening a new location. So there. Dig in.
So unless you’ve been living under a rock, and we know that sometimes happens here in Richmond, we’ve officially opened our Midlothian location. 13872 Coalfield Commons Place, just off of Midlothian Turnpike in the new Millworks complex, at the corner of Woolridge and Coalfield Roads. And what have people said so far? Here’s some feedback from our Facebook page:
“Love the artwork you added!”
“Pastries, cappuccino and preserves and breads were delicious! Very cozy and so glad we have something like this on this side of town!”
“Cozy, friendly, yummy!”
“You’re off to a great start. I had worried you wouldn’t be able to capture the atmosphere of the downtown location, but I’m happy to say you’ve managed it quite “well, despite being in a newer building.’
“We just got an Urban Market next to Midlo Library!”
Yeah, we’re right next to the Midlothian Library.
Some have cautioned that by moving to “suburbia” we’re diluting our message or somehow being untrue to the philosophy of The Urban Farmhouse. Not so much. We’ve always looked at Richmond as kind of like New York: A city of Boroughs. Much like New York has Brooklyn and Queens, we have The Fan, Church Hill, and our original home in Shockoe Slip. And much like there are those in Manhattan who believe that everything North of 125th Street is “Upstate,” there are those who believe that everything South of the James River is a Third World Country. Contrary to popular belief, it isn’t that far and you don’t need a passport. Think of it as the Long Island of Richmond.
And we were pretty particular about our new location. Sure, we went into a new building, but we chose the location based on geography and community. We are in Midlothian Village, which has a pretty long and colorful history. It’s been a working community for almost as long as Richmond, and that’s a long darned time. And it’s full of small businesses, Mom & Pop restaurants, schools and wonderful people. At one point, CNBC News called it a “perfect suburb.” But with the history and the people, it’s so much more than that.
So now, as we await the eventual snow and hunker down with a Hummus and Root Veggie Sandwich, a musical interlude from some friends of The Urban Farmhouse.
You’re reading this because the Mayans were wrong. We’re not sure if it’s because they ran out of numbers or invented tequila, but we woke up, so that was good. This also means that you have to buckle down, finish your holiday shopping, and visit with your relatives, whether you like it or not.
For good or ill, we are pretty thankful this year. You can still bring gifts, but we don’t really need much.
2012 saw our landlord sell our building, but we managed to stay intact and our Cary Street store is doing great. Sandy came and went and we didn’t need our canoes to navigate Shockoe Bottom. We had a bunch of Urban Farmhouse fans donate goods to The Martin Agency’s relief truck, and we felt pretty darned good about that. We were able to donate some much-needed winter gear for Bundle Up RVA, and some needy Richmonders will be a little warmer this year. Felt good about that. We spent some time at Farmer’s Markets and are making great progress on our Midlothian location, and those are awesome things.
We spent 2012 surrounded by wonderful friends, looking at amazing artwork, and listening to some of the best home-grown music Richmond has to offer. We dished up great local and organic food, poured some steaming coffees and biodynamic wines, and popped the caps on some of the finest beers you’ve ever tasted. Life has been good.
Sure, we’re still in a lather about factory farms and genetic engineering, but we try to do our part. Have you heard that the FDA has approved the sale of genetically modified salmon? Grows to maturity in about a week, but they say it’ll be okay for you.
There. Got that out of the way.
If you were to provide a gift to The Urban Farmhouse this year we have a few requests:
Be kind to your fellow man. December brought news of violence and heartache for many families. That sucks. Do you want to really freak out a complete stranger? Smile at them and say “Hello.” If you really want to creep them out, offer a handshake or hold the door open for them.
Support your local guys. Many of the vendors that we do business with are like us – privately owned and operated. Most of them are right here in Central Virginia. We have nothing against a guy raising pigs in Iowa, but it’s nice when we support our local economy. It keeps moms and pops in business, drives our local money, and is the backbone of our country. Just don’t tell ConAgra. They’ll seek a patent.
This goes for your local arts community also. Go to a gallery. Go see a band. Picasso was known the world over, but he got his start painting stuff for his neighbors in Spain. They just called him “Pablo.” And the kid you see playing guitar here during Sunday Brunch may be the next Andres Segovia. But he’ll never get to Carnegie Hall if you don’t throw him a buck or two here in RVA.
Come see us in 2013. We’ve had, as we said, a great year. But it’s more than just a business request. You know the saying about breakfast? “A chicken lays an egg but a pig is committed.” We’re like the pig. We’re committed. We will continue to support our local partners, musicians, and artists. We’ll continue to search for people who provide the foods that we believe in. In a sense, most of the money that you spend goes right back into our local economy. And we’re big fans of that.
But more than anything else, we like to see you. We created The Urban Farmhouse to be like the kitchen and dining room of a large family home. Warm, comfortable, and good food. And you guys are kind of like our family.
And with that, a very safe and wonderful holiday to you and yours.
Love, The Urban Farmhouse
If you’ve read this blog or are on our email list or read any of Richmond’s local rags – there has been a bit of news floating around recently. We know that there are some who live under rocks and we are forever optimistic that we will one day attract new viewers and fans of The Urban Farmhouse who will take advantage of the vast and powerful interwebs to track us down, so we’ll give you a hint:
We’re growing up.
That’s right. Getting bigger, both physically and mentally. We can’t vouch for our emotional growth because we still get misty when Conto Novo plays that one song, but still. Alright, we still get confused about “it’s, its & its’” so the mental thing is up for debate, but we’re hard at work on our second location. That’s right, a brand stinking new The Urban Farmhouse located in the lovely hills of Chesterfield County.
In The Millworks at the corner of Woolridge & Coalfield Roads to be precise. It’s almost smack dab next to the Midlothian Public Library if you get lost.
But anyway, it’s another location.
But does this mean that we’re changing our moral high ground when it comes to your Urban Farmhouse grub? Heck no.
When you look at someone like MacDonald’s or Wendy’s or even your favorite chain restaurant (and we won’t judge), they all started out somewhere. It was cheap and easy burgers or hand-made milkshakes. It was nicely done inexpensive seafood for the whole family. And then it got all big and bloated and accountants started planning the menus. You ended up with pink slime instead of beef, whole wheat buns without any wheat, and vegetables that were sliced and frozen in a land far, far away. Chickens grown in Maryland were shipped to Iowa to be butchered, sent to Oklahoma to be turned into little dinosaur shaped nuggets, frozen, and then sent back to Maryland to be deep fried in god-awful fats and served to the very farmers that grew the chickens.
And that’s assuming that the dinosaur shaped nuggets still contain a modicum of chicken.
And what will we be serving? Honey from Hungry Hill Farm in Nelson County. Delicious seasonal fruits from Agriberry. Breads from The Flour Garden and eggnog from Homestead Creamery. In other words, good, wholesome fresh stuff. And if we can’t get it locally or from here in Virginia we’ll look for national partners who peddle things that are in keeping with our mission of serving you organic, sustainable and good foods. We’ll leave the secret chemicals and excessive processing to the bigger guys.
Local musicians playing live tunes? You bet. You won’t see a Clear Channel promo or big beer logo behind our gang of minstrels. And we’ll be as committed as ever to featuring the best local artwork on our walls, all created by exciting and up-and-coming artists.
And our message is stretching beyond the tired brick walls of our Cary Street restaurant. We’ve spent the fall participating in the GrowRVA Farmers Market, and hope to keep that going in the spring. Not everyone has the means to join us here, and even though we’re adding another location, being at a farmers market often gives access to good foods to people who wouldn’t see it otherwise.
Ironically, there’s a MacDonald’s on nearly every street corner in America.
And another darned thing: Contrary to science and our current weather, it’s going to get cold at some point this winter. And not everyone has a decent coat. That’s why we’ve joined proverbial forces with a bunch of other like-minded small businesses here in Richmond for the inaugural Bundle Up RVA. Go to B-Sides, The Fountain Bookstore, or any of the other participants and donate your used coats and other cold weather gear. We’ll gather them up and distribute them to the various Richmond homeless shelters. Drop off a coat – grab a sandwich. And feel good about it all the way around.
So, sure, we’re getting a little bigger. But we’re still just a little gathering place with tasty foods and refreshing beverages. Just The Urban Farmhouse.
We were watching some television last night. PBS. Go figure. Anyhow, we were watching the new Ken Burns documentary, The Dust Bowl. If you’ve not seen a Ken Burns film before – settle in. It’s going to be a long one. He’s kind of known for doing exhaustive work on his subjects. Baseball explores everything about our National Pastime from its history to its social impact. It clocks in at 18 ½ hours. Jazz explores the origins, artists, and genres of America’s Music during 10 extensive episodes. The Dust Bowl is something that he just kind of threw together and is a quickie at four hours.
But once you start watching it’s pretty impactful. Here’s the short story:
The Great Plains is very much like Africa’s Savannah. Massive expanses of grasslands stretch from the Rockies to the Appalachians with a significant lack of trees and other windbreaks. Like Africa, it periodically goes through periods of monsoon and drought. Before the Civil War it was known as the Great American Desert. That should tell you something.
Following the Civil War and the expansion of our railroad system, the Great Plains was seen as a great place for cattle and corn. Millions flocked to the flat lands to stake their claim and raise families. A few wet years lead many to believe that they had found the Promised Land. As farming became more mechanized, it became easier for farmers to plow over acres and acres of prairie and plant wheat and other easy cash crops. And then it stopped raining.
And here’s the thing: The Great Plains averages about ten inches of rain per year. To put that in perspective, Richmond gets over forty inches per year, and we’re technically too dry right now. All of the prairie grasses that had grown for millions of years in our nation’s breadbasket have evolved to make the most of that climate, and when we plowed them up, the earth turned to dust and blew away. Quite literally. Dust storms originating in places like Oklahoma and Colorado left grit and blackened skies in New York City. And the people who had bet the ranch on these shifting sands lost everything.
From 1925 until 1930 the land being cultivated in the Great Plains more than tripled. From 1930 until 1940 over 500,000 people in the region became homeless and over 2.5 million just up and left. They returned east, headed north, and hundreds of thousands fled to the greener land of California. This massive migration led to the term “Okie” and spurred John Steinbeck to write The Grapes of Wrath.
A great deal of Ken Burns’ documentary relies on historic photographs taken by artists such as Dorthea Lange, Arthur Rothstein and Russell Lee for the Farm Security Administration. The photos coming back to Washington initially showed vacant farms, fallow fields and starving livestock. Then one came back showing a family, and a sense of desperate futility leapt off of the print. That became the directive to the photography team and the focus of their work. Shooting these portraits put a very human face on the devastation faced by these farmers and their plight was brought home to everyday Americans. They have since become among the most iconic in our photographic history.
One of our favorite magazines is The Sun. It’s been around for about thirty years and is ad-free. It’s a little bit information, a little editorial, and a little bit fiction and poetry. A sort of New Yorker without the Broadway shout-outs. Anyway, the October issue had an interview with one of our favorite guys, Joel Salatin of PolyFace Farms. He talked about the symbiosis of a good farm, and how the animals and plants and farmers all become one unit. He lamented the fact that our farms are banished to the edges of our society, and the process of producing our food is something never seen and only talked about in hushed whispers. You never need to see it or smell it. He points out that the manure coming from commercial factory farms is so devoid of helpful bacteria that it can’t be used for compost. Too many hormones and antibiotics.
He was discussing the notion of the morality of eating meat when we thought of The Dust Bowl. He doesn’t understand why we would hold a pig in higher regard than a carrot. Is it the eyes? Does that take a potato that has sprouted “eyes” off of the table? He also is trying to come to grips with how we farm. We’re disrupting the natural cycle of nature. He said,
“The notion that we could have a functional planet if people did not eat animals indicates a profound ignorance of ecology. Animals would soon overpopulate the earth. Oh, you say predators would increase? I’m sure people would love to live next to large predators. Plant destruction would lead to population collapse. Erosion and soil destruction would follow. Even urban areas now have deer-hunting seasons, because if the deer population isn’t controlled, they’ll destroy all the vegetation. With little vegetation, temperatures increase, the rain stops, and the earth is destroyed.”
My, how much we’ve learned.