Farm to table can really strike a chord. Connects us to our collective past... to something we're missing. Maybe to a time when food felt simpler, when life felt simpler. The farmers on the field before dawn... planting, tending, raising animals, growing produce. A truck driver loading up a haul and heading down a dusty highway to the next stop on the journey. Assembly line at the processing plant, grocery store shop, farmer's market tent, chef's cutting board... there's a whole lot of work along that road. Hard back breaking work. Sometimes dangerous, often thankless... but honest work, the kind people would take pride in. The thing about these immigrants coming into our country today... that's what they bring to the table too. Maybe the good old days are back. Welcome.
