Without combing the archives, I’m not sure how explicit I’ve been about this, but my father grew up poor. Born in a small town in Iowa in the early 40s, one of the last of 15 children, his family history is more than I would want to attempt to sum up here, and has been written about better than I ever could by him and his other siblings (I hope his writings about his life will eventually get out there to the greater public, because he had an amazing storytelling voice and they are stories worth telling). It was always made clear to me that the life I was living was very different than the life he lived, right down to the food we were eating, and that it was my job to never forget that. Of the many things he taught me, his lesson about food was not "that there are starving children in Africa," as the cavalier phrase goes, but that there are starving children everywhere, that anyone could very easily become one of them, and that some people are much more likely to be.
A recipe for giving back
A recipe for giving back
A recipe for giving back
Without combing the archives, I’m not sure how explicit I’ve been about this, but my father grew up poor. Born in a small town in Iowa in the early 40s, one of the last of 15 children, his family history is more than I would want to attempt to sum up here, and has been written about better than I ever could by him and his other siblings (I hope his writings about his life will eventually get out there to the greater public, because he had an amazing storytelling voice and they are stories worth telling). It was always made clear to me that the life I was living was very different than the life he lived, right down to the food we were eating, and that it was my job to never forget that. Of the many things he taught me, his lesson about food was not "that there are starving children in Africa," as the cavalier phrase goes, but that there are starving children everywhere, that anyone could very easily become one of them, and that some people are much more likely to be.