The Smart Seed
About This Show
Let's be honest. The SMART Seed is one person's feeble attempt to make food interesting. Unfortunately, for this person she's not doling out yummy recipes or taking well curated photographs of what she ate today--at least not many. No. She wants to talk about food in relation to history, economics, trade, and society. You know the stories that really grip you at your soul. So, if you want to learn something, maybe, perhaps, be a little self-reflective then you're at the right place and we should be friends. On the other hand, if you want to know the top five reasons you should eat avocados. My greatest apologies to you, for disappointment awaits.
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Burdock: Everywhere & Nowhere
Dec 13 16
Growing up, my sister and I hated each other. And I mean it. The sentiment was strong, if but a little more raw for my older sister. I am pretty sure the moment I was born and my sister realized that she would have to share a bedroom for the next sixteen years of her life with a little prima donna that the hatred was born and grew into this never ending ball of deep morose and destain to be thrown at a whim at the antagonizing younger sibling. There were very few days where we would come together in a truce. When the bickering, slapping, and punching would momentarily end, and we could co-exist in a temporary facade of peace. One of those days was a particularly ordinary day when we had time and space for an adventure.
If you walked past the farmhouse, past the barns, and manure pits, along the line of birch trees you would find what we called “The Gully”– a wooded ravine that spanned acres wide. A tractor trail knifed its way down, across the creek, and up to a hidden wheat field. The trail provided a clear path for us to explore. On the right, we walked past the unmarked graves of our lost pets, on the left was piles of old rusted chicken cages. The broken wooden fence that skirted around “the gully” and the crab apple trees that lined the trail betrayed a different time and a purpose. A time before the agricultural industrial “green” revolution. The broken fences had once boxed in grazing cows and the crab apple trees were what was left of an apple orchard. We skipped along broken slabs of cement–a haphazard bridge across the creek. Before the cows and perhaps before the apples “the gully” bore witness to the “Battle of Longwoods” which took place on March 4, 1814 and was apart of the British-American War of 1812. On that day Americans defeated a coalition of British Soldiers, Canadian militia, and Native Americans. Where the creek trickled through the bottom of the ravine two hundred years prior bodies lay dead. Near the creeks embankment it would not be completely unusual to find spearheads from the Natives arrows. Arrows that were used perhaps