Someday I’m gonna try a Bourbon Red.
In case you’re wondering, it’s not a stash of Humboldt County weed (like Bill Clinton, that’s never been my thing). And no, the New Riders of the Purple Sage never sang the praises of Bourbon Red.
While I’m at it, I’d like to try a Black Spanish. And a Narragansett.
They’re turkeys. Heirloom, old style turkeys.
Don’t get me wrong, I love butterballs. But there’s something intriguing about eating what our ancestors ate.
There are limits to my retro-culinary interests. I’ll pass on medieval dining:
But free range birds, though pricey, harken back to a simpler, and perhaps healthier time.
As out economy goes through cathartic throes, I suspect that more people will be planting vegetable gardens, canning food, and finding more ways to be self-reliant. For some folks this is a hobby. For others it is a way of survival.
Some cities are revisiting issues about raising farm animals within their city limits.There are urban farmer groups:
http://www.meetup.com/Los-Angeles-Urban … thusiasts/
There is a trend toward urban foraging:
Will we see more urban agricultural workers in the future? Probably not, but we will see some workers who moonlight as farmers.
Meanwhile, here’s hoping that all you readers enjoy your holiday whether its vegan or features a Butterball or Bourbon Red.
Category: Political developments