I like food that comes from a place. I like my fish to come from the ocean, my blueberries to come from bushes, and my potatoes to come from the earth.
We’re lucky, here in Maine. We have a host of local farmers who grow, raise, and otherwise produce food for our community. We have a community of men and women who harvest food from the water. And we have consumers who would rather eat their neighbor’s beets than the beets from the supermarket.
And in Portland, where I live, we have an incredible number of restaurants who will patronize our local farmers. We get cheese and year-round arugula from Laughing Stock Farm. We get our beef and lamb from Wolfe’s Neck. And we get our chard and red onions from the friendly folks at Freedom Farm. The list could go on for days. And I want to tell you about it.
I’ve been keeping a food-related blog on my LiveJournal for several years now, and it seemed to be about time to make it a little more public. Welcome to Blueberries and Lobster.
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