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“The passive American consumer, sitting down to a meal of pre-prepared food, confronts inert, anonymous substances that have been processed, dyed, breaded, sauced, gravied, ground, pulped, strained, blended, prettified, and sanitized beyond resemblance to any part of any creature that ever lived. The products of nature and agriculture have been made, to all appearances, the products of industry. Both eater and eaten are thus in exile from biological reality.”

Quote by Wendell Berry

Work

Bringing It to the Table: On Farming and Food (Large Print 16pt)

Bringing It to the Table: On Farming and Food is a comprehensive exploration of the agricultural industry and the culinary arts. The large print 16pt format is designed for ease of reading. The book delves into the processes of farming, the importance of sustainable practices, and the cultural significance of food. It provides a detailed look at how food is produced, from the field to the table, and examines the impact of farming on the environment and society. more

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Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry, an American novelist born on August 5, 1934, is renowned for his profound descriptions of rural life and his critical views on modern industrial civilization. more

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