The other day, I was starving and drove though a corporate fried fish place. “What kind of fish is in the sticks”, I asked.
“Fish.” The voice on the crackly transciever responded as a statement.
“No”, I spoke up louder and slowed my voice, “What kind of fish is in your fish-sticks?”
There was a long pause, then “Man, like fish…that swim in the sea?”
“What species of fish?” followed by another long pause for a response, “Like, is it cod, haddock or anchovy?”
“aaa…cod, yea, it’s cod. Do you wanna order the sticks?” he lied and pressed ahead. I left the line of cars and headed for home for a salad thinking the whole time that our world is full of people who are consuming products whose provenance, location, species and growing conditions are not communicated. I don’t even think a Cro-magnon came cavehome, plopped a side of flesh down into the fire without being pressed about what, when, how and why he came into posession of that flesh. Man, how far we’ve come!
I then thought about all the great farmers, ranchers and local purveyors we have right here in Athens County Ohio that I am lucky enough to buy from.
Here are some pictures of just a few of these people and thier products as well as some wild stuff we get to forage.
We truly are blessed to have these people!