Vegetative Hedonism
Eat local or not at all. Who’s your farmer? No farms, no food. Support your local farmer. The slogans are many, and the logic is sound....
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Planting at the Patch
New entries arrive on the fifteenth of each month.
Sacred Tomato
Jennifer Hill
- Aug 15
Carrying Culture in a Tortilla
Eating is a human constant. It provides the energy necessary for physical survival, and structures celebrations like Thanksgiving...
Jennifer Hill
- Jul 15
Eating Ovaries
I recently had the good fortune to visit Sandpoint, Idaho, in support of the folks there who are working to return some sanity to...
Jennifer Hill
- Apr 20
The Basics: A Photo Essay
My thoughts of late have turned to planning for the seasons ahead. Who can I invite to live at the Patch? What twittering crowd can I...
Jennifer Hill
- Apr 15
A Surfeit of Seeds, a Bevy of Bieledorfs, a Gaggle of Geese
I am a dedicated list maker, a firm believer in making my values visible on the page. Alongside reminders to spend time with my banjolele...
David (Max) Maxfield
- Mar 15
Guest Post: Finally, I Get to Eat My Friends
Hi, all. This month, my friend Max contributes his perspective on carnivorous consumption. Enjoy! I eat my friends. I didn’t always....
Jennifer Hill
- Feb 15
Essential Workers in the Web of Life
Spiders arrived this year. In the past, I spotted an occasional spider, usually a small one marching solo. In the last growing season,...
Jennifer Hill
- Jan 15
Thoughts on Chocolate
Winters in Montana can be long and dark, so it was with pleasure that I found myself working in New Mexico for a week last month. I took...
Jennifer Hill
- Dec 15, 2023
An Assemblage of Herbs
I tell myself that herbs are part of any respectable grower’s garden. But then I count more than forty distinct species thriving in the...
Jennifer Hill
- Nov 15, 2023
Spilled Milk
I bundled up this morning and set out for a run, only to discover that the incessant wind was funneling snow grit down the valley with a...
Jennifer Hill
- Oct 20, 2023
Sacred Tomato
My earliest tomato memory features my younger brother languishing for hours at the supper table in the late evening light, limp tomatoes...
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