Surviving on fat and fire
How ancient forestry and traditional food from the margins can sustain us, plus a brief history of Crisco.
One of our herds browsing the understory of a black locust planting, to be maintained as coppice.
The morning light here is dim yet. No sun has broken, and yet far off cocks crow, triumphantly hollering to the still-slumbering world that they are still here, still alive after a long night of wailing, frozen wind ushering in this most recent cold front. S…