11 August 2011

Rock 'n' roll never forgets Pt. 11 -- Farm Aid

Down here in Mexico,  the meat looks different, tastes different.

It's organic, clean, not shot up with antibiotics and growth hormones. 

The produce is fresh, ripe. 

I hadn't had a really good fresh tomato since the ones my mom grew in the backyard many years ago.

Fruit is tree ripened, not picked early so it can age in the back of a truck on the way to the market.

I forgot how good fruits and veggies can be until we got here.

That's because in the United States, the family farmer, who used to lovingly grow our food, raise the cattle and keep the Great Plains fertile, is a dying breed.

They fed us through wars, the Great Depression; they fought through the Dust Bowl and floods; they put their lives and livelihood on the line