Does our attachment to convenient, out-of-season, processed, cheap foods in the U.S. The book doesn’t browbeat, but it certainly leaves me with a heavy sense of my responsibility–our responsibility–as well as our possibilities. Its compelling writing and solid argumentation leave me wondering how most of us continue to deceive ourselves that our participation in widespread profit-driven food practices has no lasting negative effects. This is the sort of book that makes me long for a bit of land, a laundry line, a nice wide pantry, a chest freezer. food economics, and her daughter Camille ends many of the chapters with a young person’s perspective and suggested recipes. Kingsolver’s husband Steven Hopp provides succinct (and sometimes zingy) sidebars on the politics and science of U.S. It’s a beautifully written narrative, combining experience and research. She, along with her husband and two daughters, set out to fully occupy their Virginia land, gardening and raising animals, canning and freezing, cooking from scratch, and purchasing what they could not make (with a few exceptions) from sources as nearby as possible. The book is Kingsolver’s account of a year’s experiment in local eating. I’m a bit behind on the bandwagon, but I’m glad I finally got around to it: finishing Animal, Vegetable, Miracle left me feeling challenged and alive and hopeful. This review is cross-posted from La Fleur Epuisee
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