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I Heart Brooklyn

A few weeks ago, between a morning of goat herding and an afternoon of goat cheesing, I decided to buy a one-way flight from New York City to Seattle on June 15th. This meant that I would only have five days in Brooklyn before heading west for the summer. I knew that I would need … Continue reading

A Four-Leaf Clover

A couple of days after meeting Lucie she handed me a four-leaf clover. I already felt lucky for so many reasons. This small, green weed was just physical evidence. Lucie told me that she often looks down at the ground and sees more than she can count. I, on the other hand, have never found … Continue reading

Live From New York

I arrived at JFK last night jet lagged and hazy. The sky was gray and the air was heavy and damp, exactly as it had been the day I left only now almost 30 degrees warmer. From the taxi window, the city seemed to be heaving a slow sigh of relief that the day was … Continue reading

Admitting Defeat and Eating Meat

If someone had handed me a big knife yesterday morning and asked me to kill one of the goats, I would have happily obliged. I would have killed it and grilled it and savored every bite. I was so frustrated. They had me completely defeated. I had spent the morning moving them from the barn … Continue reading

The Little Things

Ratatouille Jean-Yves showed me a big box of vegetables – zucchini, tomatoes, turnips, eggplant and mushrooms – he had purchased at the coop yesterday. “For ratatouille,” he said. “Very bueno! You cooking?” Umm, oui. I had never made ratatouille before but I figured it couldn’t be too difficult. I would sauté the veggies in a … Continue reading

Saturday Markets

Lucie and I woke up early on Saturday morning – market day. Jean-Yves handed me the keys to his van full of farm-fresh goods to sell and we were off. The market is in the town of Belley, about a 15 minute drive from Belmont. We set up two tables side by side, pieced the … Continue reading

“Wild, Hombre, God.”

Lucie is 19, Jean-Yves eldest child, and the only member of the Martinal family who can speak English. More importantly she is one of the most thoughtful, kind and inquisitive people I’ve met on this journey. She is in the middle of studying for her exam that will determine if she can go to university, … Continue reading