It began around an enormous round table, a monolith really, coated in a thick layer of walnut varnish. A table so immense that it had a table of its own, one that you could rotate at the center. Tomatoes simmered on the stove as they had done since 4 AM, salty popcorn brimmed over the sides of a bottomless stainless steel bowl, and if you waited long enough, demitasse spoons would clink against the sides of tiny espresso cups.I confess. I think about food constantly, and I've never wondered why. As an adult, I have become increasingly concerned with what I am eating, how far it had to travel to reach my plate, and moreover, what it endured along the way. I'm not certain that I'll ever be able to reconcile my ethics with my enjoyment of food, but this blog seems like a decent place to begin sorting things out.
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