I have a section in one of my deep freezers that holds our most precious treasures. It’s off limits to all but the farmers who earned them. I pulled out a frozen beef brisket from there the other day to start the saga that is making corned beef. It was no ordinary beef brisket. It was the golden, fattened brisket from Henry, a four year old Jersey steer…
Slowdown Farmstead
Cultivating authenticity in a synthetic world. Ruminations on ancestral food, healthy living, family, connection to the natural world, life, death and this radical little thing called "sovereignty".
Cultivating authenticity in a synthetic world. Ruminations on ancestral food, healthy living, family, connection to the natural world, life, death and this radical little thing called "sovereignty".