Having just watched Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution for the first time, I am reminded of my upbringing in the “wilds” of central Ohio. We ate food from the garden all year — we planted it, watered it, picked it, and then preserved it in a variety of ways. We raised and butchered chickens and goats. We did it to stretch my father’s meager teacher’s salary and we hated almost every minute of it. We were jealous of the kids who got to eat processed food at school in the lunchline. As it turns out, we were healthier than we knew.

Here’s an interesting article from the New York Times that spoke to my heart. It combines a book review, food, and humor all in one gulp. Thanks to Martha for sharing it. Cooking with Dexter

I’m going online to find me a foodie book club.