An early advocate for eating locally, Gary Paul Nabhan chronicles his year of eating food gathered, gardened, roasted, fermented, and feasted upon within a 250-mile radius of his Arizona home.
I continue on, adding to my dooryard garden, harvesting what I can from the wildlands around my home, raising minor breeds of turkeys and planting native seeds. The percentage of food that I get from local sources will no doubt vary over time, but I’m sure it will never return to the abysmally low proportion it was before I began my modest experiment. I cannot go back to ignoring where I am situated in the food chain, that cascade of energy that can be shunted in the direction of regeneration or in the other direction, toward desolation now.
Whenever I have doubts about whether all this effort has been worth it, I go out to the wilds beyond my backyard and taste a fruit or flower freshly plucked from a tree or vine. My mouth, my tongue, my heart remind me what my mind too often forgets: I love the flavor of where I live, and all the plants and creatures I live with. – from Coming Home to Eat, by Gary Paul Nabhan