I found myself earlier today with my blistered hands plunged deeply into the soil. My shirt soaked through with perspiration from frantically digging a garden in my back yard. I stared at a couple dozen bright green seedlings looking for any sign that they’ve come alive in their new home and hoping to see the early buds which will one day become tomatoes, beans, and squash. Such is the behavior that reading Barbara Kingsolver’s latest book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, can inspire.
The book is Kingsolver’s account of her family’s quest to go one calendar year eating only locally grown food, most of it from their own small farm in rural Virginia. In doing so, she joins a growing movement of people who are turning away from the industrial agriculture of the modern supermarket where everything is always in season and the environmental impact of shipping a pint of raspberries from Chile to Peoria in January somehow makes sense. Instead, Kingsolver, wanted to return to her food roots (pardon the pun), to a time when people ate home-grown food fresh out of their garden or, according to the time of year, that they had preserved in the pantry. To a time when people knew the farmer who grew the wheat that became their bread and who raised the pasture-fed animals that became their steak dinner and Thanksgiving turkey.
To some people, Kingsolver’s mission is an anachronism. A folly fit for well-to-do neo-hippies, impossible and unnecessary. But Kingsolver makes a convincing argument using several angles including environmental impact, food safety, and America’s chronic health problems. Her strongest argument may be that eating local is a cultural necessity that binds families and communities together. Above all, she demonstrates that it is possible.
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is a well-written book. Kingsolver is an accomplished writer and uses her novelist gifts to make a plot of the turn of seasons and characters of her heirloom tomatoes and heritage turkeys. She’s part Mark Twain, folksy and funny with a distinctly Southern voice, and part Thoreau - resourceful, philoshophical, and perhaps a bit high-brow intellectual.
If there’s one criticism that I have of the book is that it all seems too easy. Let me put it this way, here’s how I would summarize the steps that you will need to take should you want to follow Kingsolver’s lead to eat locally grown food:
Step One: Own a small farm with productive gardens, fruit trees, barns for animals, and patch of morels; be an accomplished gardener and food preserver; have experience raising and slaughtering animals; have a bunch of neighbors and friends who can provide all of the essentials that you can’t grow yourself; and finally - not least mind you - have a willing spouse, enthusiastic teenage children, and a job that allows you to live in the country and make your own hours.
Step Two: Enjoy healthy, delicious food all year round.
Sounds easy doesn’t it? No plot twist. No biblical pestilence wipes out the garden. No rebellion from her husband or children. No hidden stash of Oreos discovered.
But I cut her some slack. She wasn’t out to write a How-To manual. She was out to inspire. And jugding by the sweat on my brow, the dirt on my hands, and the thought in my head of biting into a sun-warmed heirloom tomato still on the vine, she’s found at least one convert.
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For recipes and more information, see Barbara Kingsolvers website.