Food Thanks (a special extra post)

I’m standing out in the middle of a field in northern Nebraska, my hands shoved into my pockets. The gloves I brought with me aren’t serving their purpose. Not really, anyway. Meanwhile, the grower I’m talking to is acing like it’s a tropical beach: sleeves rolled up, mopping his brow with the back of his hand.

All I can think of his how badass this guy is. I mean, seriously. I start bitching about my nose being runny ten minutes out into the field. This dude does this 365 days a year. His live is married to the field. Not only that, this one guy feeds 155 people.

Think about that. On average one farmer feeds 155 people. The mind boggles. It’s my policy to not get overtly politically on my blog. Suffice it to say that modern farming is the answer to the problems we face in feeding the world, not the problem.

The biggest problem I had with this post was what to actually write. We, as a civilized country, tend to forget about where our food comes from. This Thanksgiving, while sitting down for dinner, remember the 2 percent that feed the rest of the 98.

Cheers!