As a farmer, I have a passion for food. Each day I wake up and call on the help of sunlight, rain, and soil to help grow food that I
hope will one day nourish people’s bodies and spirits. But once I see someone walk away from the farm with one of my tomatoes,
carrots, or kohlrabi, all I can do is smile and hope for the best. It’s kind of like sending your grown kids out into the world. You
raise them right and prepare them to reach their full potential. Now their life is out of your hands. That’s how I feel when I watch
my vegetables fly off the table at markets. A lot of love and care has gone into each one and now they’re gone, out into the big wide
world to hopefully be prepared well and enjoyed, to bring life, joy, and nourishment to someone’s family. And honestly, that’s ok
with me. I’m more than happy to send my kids, I mean my vegetables, out into the world. But how amazing would it be to work
directly with someone who’s just as passionate about preparing and preserving food as I am about growing it?