Sylvia Burgos, Writer
Why I met my steak on the hoof
The sound of the rifle shot was still ringing in the gray morning as I pulled into the farmyard. The car fishtailed a bit on the glare ice. It had been snowing lightly since daybreak. MORE »
Hoop Dreams: Homegrown veggies in January?
“Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.” Immanuel Kant, German philosopher, 1724-1804.
Ever do this? You’re confidently traveling your chosen path when you suddenly notice that the landscape isn’t what you’d hoped for. You pause and wonder: Should I have taken a different turn a few miles back? MORE »
Burnsville city chickens
There’s an old adage that says, “no one should watch either sausages or policies being made.” The message is, of course, that both processes are inherently messy and employ ingredients most of us would consider garbage.
This old saw was rolling around in my head as I switched off my laptop computer after watching the Burnsville City Council debating a young resident’s plea to keep seven hens in his backyard chicken coop. MORE »
Censored: Milk in the Raw
The gravel crunched as I rolled to a stop. Machinery whined nearby. I kept the engine running.
When he stepped out of the shadowed doorway, I handed over the cardboard box. Glassware clinked as he turned away. In minutes, he re-emerged; the box heavy, the bottom bowed. MORE »
Want to know what countries are swimming in your kid’s soup?
Maybe you’ve done this: plucked a Washington State apple from among bins shipped in from all over the globe. Or, if you’re like me, you choose locally-made cheeses because they’re fresh, in addition to being delicious. But have you ever pulled a bag of frozen scallops from the grocer’s freezer, read “Product of XXXXX” on the label and quickly shoved it back onto the frosty shelf? I admit, I have. MORE »
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