I’ve spent the last 2 weeks reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle A Year Of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver and I’m ready to pack up and go live on a farm. The day the book came, I took a trip to Meadowview, VA which just happens to be near the Kingsolver farm- talk about a coincidence! The only reason I know this is that we passed the college where her husband works, so one can only assume they live near by. This was really cool knowing the background of where the book was taking place and being able to picture it in my mind.

Quick snippet of the book is: “Author Barbara Kingsolver and her family abandoned the industrial-food pipeline to live a rural life—vowing that, for one year, they’d only buy food raised in their own neighborhood, grow it themselves, or learn to live without it. Part memoir, part journalistic investigation, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is an enthralling narrative that will open your eyes in a hundred new ways to an old truth: You are what you eat.”

I am a city girl and always have been. I do frequent the farmers market and know where most of our meat, cheeses, fruits and veggies come from. We hand pick our food from local farms when we can and buy only US foods at our local natural/organic food grocers. I am very concerned about the food I serve my family. But there is some satisfaction about picking your own from your garden and eating it fresh that night. We have been blessed to get to do this at E’s grandparents farm for several years. Though I’ve hated not being part of the choosing and planting part.