I am not a foodie. In fact, I've spent many a hungover Sunday on my boyfriend's couch fighting over the last chicken McNugget. But suddenly, in a city where a farmer's market peach costs as much as a small car, I'm beginning to understand the value in being one. It started with a few vegetarian meals expertly prepared from local, organic produce by a friend. Um, yes. Then, I randomly tasted a plout. Who knows what the hell a plout even is, let alone that it's one of the most delicious things you can put in your mouth?
Now, after reading Michael Pollan's ode to the slow food movement, In Defense of Food, I am born again. Filled with the stats, jargon and science that would normally have me clawing my eyes out, this book is page turner of the most compelling type. It's about food. Our food. The stuff that makes us grow and laugh and think. To say that it was eye-opening would not be saying enough. Read it and then go eat a carrot.