“The Urban Farmer” has a nice ring to it. I saw his eyes light up the first time I referred to him as that in writing- his passion and his future wrapped neatly in one moniker. “Fat Paw” on the other hand… As we nestled into our cozy living room one evening recently, the enormity of his hand caught my… Keep Reading
I’ll never forget the look on the the Urban Farmer’s face that one particular night when I asked about his bees. His flannel shirt wrinkled as he slumped into the chair. His head bowed, and his voice emerged very feebly. “They’re gone,” he said, and all I could do was hug him. I’d never met a soul who cared so deeply… Keep Reading
If teachers, aunts, uncles and even parents can (and do!) have favorite kids, then farmers can most certainly have a favorite fruit of their labors. For the Urban Farmer, I would put my money on the gallon jug of deep amber honey, hard earned with swollen hands and cheeks after suffering the consequences of riled bees. For yours truly, a meager… Keep Reading
What we offer as Harvest & Gather will be different than any other series in Pittsburgh. We’re moving the farm dinners away from the farm, inviting guests to overlooked spaces with transformation potential. We’re calling attention to the aged bones of our city, to the storied layers and the past, through design, food and storytelling. My sentiments for architecture preservation run parallel to my sentiments for farms. There are lessons in bricks and in seeds that we risk losing.
“Hold fast that which is good.” I used to recite this every Sunday. It was the highly anticipated signal that the sermon had ended. It was the signal that it was time to join my friends for Sunday school, where the seating arrangements were comfier and the lessons more laid back. However, with each passing Sunday, I liked less and less… Keep Reading