Because of the machinations of our cat, I spent the night in the Village of Oak Park instead of hitting the road towards Pittsburgh. Instead of going to sleep in a stupor of Barbeton lard, I ruminated over this thread. Why exactly is it delusional to want better food.
People like me do not choose to eat the way we eat simply because guys like Michael Pollan write a mean essay. We see around us, the growing waistlines of our kids fed on a diet of HFCS (and I'll sick one of my Local Beet co-editors on you if you want to hear even more the dangers of high fructose corn syrup). We see new strains of staph and flu believed to have been caused by confined animal feeding operations, and we see the collapse of bee colonies (which is a hell of a lot more serious than you might think it sounds) widely believed because of pesticides use. Mostly, we see ample documentation of the scars, the puddles and pools, the wreckage that modern agriculture can bring. We see the conditions for animals and humans and wonder why it has to be that way. And as foodies, we know every time we taste the good stuff, that we are making the right decisions in how we get our food.
We are told again and again, in this thread, by guys like Hurst, by the legions of Monsanto executives ready to hit the debate circuit, that we have to farm a certain way. Listen, I'm no Luddite. I've heard about things like the Irish potato famine, I know what happened to the lands of the South from traditional cotton farming. There are good and real reasons for doing things differently. It does not mean that they have to be done in the ways that are being defended.
Don't tell me it is the only way when I have walked the fields of certain farms in Illinois, and seen how they can do it. Don't tell me it is the only way when I have heard Will Allen and Erica Allen talk about their operations. Don't tell me that cows need to be housed in massive barns, denied pasture when I can still spend too much time driving around Wisconsin and see heard after heard of that oh-so productive black and white Holstein lolly about. There are other ways of farming, ways that produce food with less impacts.
Don't tell me that we need to farm a certain way because we cannot feed the people of Chicago. When you go to find muskmelons and peppers from Farmer Vicki's Genesis Growers and she has none, when the varied supplies of Harvest Moon, Green Acres, Henry's Farm lay bare, come talk to me. Ask a Wettstein comma Larry in Evanston or comma Dennis in Oak Park if he still has any beef, pork or lamb. Come back when the shelves of Whole Food no longer contain any Farmer's All Natural Creamery products or when their produce bins no longer have anything from Harmony Valley.
As you can easily see on
the Local Beet, there are no shortages of farmer's markets, and we hear about more all the time. Still, when I ask the people from Phoenix where their lovely, organic, non-GMO tofu products can be had, besides the Andersonville market, I am given a list of stores and the general direction to also "go to Argyyle." Don't tell me we have to do it this way when Cassie and her Green Grocer don't. The Downtown Farmstand added an extra day to their schedule. When a whole organic Euro style market is very much moving forward in Chicago.
Don't tell me about disappearing land a week or so after I
read of the tremendous opening of a food operation on Chicago's South side. It's not just Growing Home, it's Growing Power and Windy City Harvest and City Farm, making land arable where there was waste. Lest you think this just a city thing, go talk to Matt and his Sandhill Organic operation at the Oak Park market. Find out how he's doing it from land he rents in the middle of a spanking new development in Grayslake. Really! And if you still think this is for dilettantes, go find Floyd in the middle of effin' nowhere Illinois and see how he does it with the heros at AquaRanch. We can, literally, make the land we need.
It's not that both sides have good things to offer. Pick a side. I have said many a-time, the success of local food, slow food, real food, pro-food, what ever moniker we want, lies not in passing new legislations (although the law being signed next Tuesday sure helps), not in distribution systems and produce handling. It is not for task forces and ad hoc committees. Its success lies with us the consumer. Demand. Make demand. The price of organic food has dropped tremendously in 30 years. A guy like Hurst who has collected over a million dollars in government subsidies has an interest in keeping you tied to his way. Guys like me over at the Local Beet want you to move our way.
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