Every Friday, we’re mixing things up with a different kind of food writing. More specifically, food poetry to be read slowly, over your morning coffee. This week: a food poem that’s not a food poem at all.
We ran a food poem once, for the explicit purpose of starting our days off with a different kind of food writing, to be read over our very first cup of coffee. After that first cup, the rest is almost always dedicated to food feature articles and recipes and headnotes, so we figured that a bit of food musing, spun into poetic form, was a welcome change of pace.
So, then: our official first poem of Food Poem Fridays is a manifesto of sorts on the ideals of life, written by Wendell Berry. Read slowly, sip your coffee, and then head off to work.