Welcome to a new look for my work with farms and ranches. I can't call it a blog any more: it's more than a blog. This not a hobby, this is my life's work. I've never been comfortable calling myself a blogger—I'm a writer. Besides, the word sounds like you're puking, to begin with, and I'd like to administer a bare-bottom spanking to whoever insisted on popularizing it. (Unless that person is MegNut, who is allowing one of my heroes, Michael Ruhlman, to gueststar on her website.)
Onward to the stories.
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Yesterday found me (along with Bob and Logan) at a farm dinner in a beautiful spot up near Waddell Creek (south of Pescadero, north of Davenport), located near Rancho Del Oso nature preserve. Farmer Jeff Larkey hosted his seventh farm dinner—an unrivaled stretch of hospitality in farm dinner history.
The farm looked quite different than it had a few weeks earlier on my birthday. Then everything was just drying mud. Now the crops are in: among them, fennel, red and golden beets, Deer's Tongue lettuce, favas, and all kinds of greens. All these things found their way to the dinner table, along with some pork from TLC Ranch and some California sea bass from H & H Fresh Fish.