There once was a time when we all were less removed from the food that we ate but there's a hazy fog coming down. I know it's true but I struggle to recall how that time was ...
"He spoke often of carrots and greens, of beets boiled firm and eaten with salt and he said a man who ate well from the rich earth would live long and die with his boots on. He believed it, or said he did and there was truth in his voice when he said it. It was the kind of inner truth that needs no volume. But sometimes, alone at night with the seabirds calling into the empty darkness and the moon low and dull, he thought of cheeseburgers wrapped in paper, fries and mayo and the snap of cold cola. His hands would tremble a little. He never said anything about it. Everything remained tight. He only chewed his kale slower and told himself that he liked the bitterness."
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