I’m a bit of a philanderer when it comes to books. At any given time, my nightstand contains a multitude of texts, all at various stages of mid-read. A dog-eared corner there, a bookstore-issue book mark there. I’m all over the place. The subject matter, book length and tone are highly variable. And that’s just fine by me. That’s how my mind works, jumping from mental vine to mental vine, following the rabbit hole where it leads.
Betsy D.! Thanks to everyone who entered. Welcome new readers!
I first heard chef Dan Barber relay this account of natural foie gras at the Slow Food Nation “Come to the Table” conference in San Francisco August 2008. It’s a bit long, just over twenty minutes, but the message relayed is astounding. It’s actually something I find myself increasing drawn to lately, this notion of “listening to nature’s specific operating instructions.” As Dan relays in his talk, if we find ways to work with the other sentient creatures we share the planet with, instead of in opposition to them for our own purposes, we often find mutually beneficial solutions. As he concludes his speech, he relays: “The most ecological choice for food is also the most ethical choice for food, whether we’re talking about brussels sprouts or foie gras; and it’s also almost always the most delicious choice, and that’s serendipitous.”
My post is up this week over at Design Sponge. It’s on “stuff”-free alternatives to holiday gift-giving, including donations to charitable organizations and gifts of “time” and “experiences.” Come check it out!
I’m a daydreamer, suffering occasionally from “grass is always greener” syndrome. I’m hit the hardest with entertaining ideas of living elsewhere. The highlands of Scotland. The south of France. The redwood forests of northern California. Most recently, the coastal regions of the Pacific northwest.