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Five years in, my original question mocks me. “Why don’t we just grow our own food?” Because it’s hard as hell.
In an imperfect — nay, absurd and bloated — analogy, I liken my quest for urban agricultural self-sufficiency to C.S. Lewis’s scholarly exploration of atheism and myth, which led the author straight back to orthodox theology and renewed devotion. With a similar (though more begrudging) conviction, I have re-embraced the industrial food chain after five years of — let’s be honest — farming failure.
Don’t misunderstand me: I do my best to eat local and support regional farmers. In my children’s eyes, our CSA farmer is Demeter herself. But a homegrown January in Middle Tennessee means frisée with a side of kale, if you’re lucky. No avocados. Let her who is without guacamole at a Super Bowl party cast the first stone at Big Ag. I’m not there yet.
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