It was a warm, late summer evening in August. He had spent all afternoon with me, showing me around his property. He gave me a tour of the land his family had lived on for generations, down to the river bottom and to the site of the original homestead. It all seemed rehearsed, as if he had done it all before. I knew I wasn’t the first person to hear the heartfelt stories of his connection to this land, but it didn’t matter. I was just as entranced with his narrative as if I were the first one to listen to them.
I'm Rachel, a west coast native trying to blend in as a Vermonter. I am committed to working toward a more equitable food system and enjoying the pleasures of eating in the meantime.