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Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, by Barbara Kingsolver

A family moves from its home in Arizona to a farm in southern Appalachia and, by trial and error, build a new life reflecting on the age old saying: “We are what we eat.” Throughout this work are detailed accounts of the art of growing vegetables, fruit trees, and raising animals for human consumption. Barbara Kingsolver asks:

Will North Americans ever have a food culture to call our own? Can we find or make up a set of rituals, recipes, ethics, and buying habits that will let us love our food and eat it too? Some signs point to “yes.” Better food – more local, more healthy, more sensible – is a powerful new topic of the American conversation.” …

This book tells the story of what we learned or didn’t, what we ate, or couldn’t, and how our family was changed by one year of deliberately eating food produced in the same place where we worked, loved our neighbors, drink the water, and breathe the air.

Daughter Camille and husband Steven L. Hopp contribute throughout the text with collaborating essays and mouthwatering recipes. Some of Kingsolver’s discourses surround controversy all topics such as global climate change; CAFO’s, or concentrated animal feeding operations, commonly known as factory farms; genetic modification, currently known as GMO, or genetically modified organisms: fair trade: and pesticides , to name a few. Kingsolver’s emphasis is on growing our own produce in our backyard and becoming regular customers a farmers’ markets, whose vendors sell local and organic produce.

One section of the book is devoted almost exclusively to the authors’ curiosity and eventual observing and caring for the family’s Bourbon Red turkeys and their offspring, which is quite comical and interesting. Several chapters give accounts of the family’s endeavors of seed saving, harvesting, and freezing are canning items when the season has passed.

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is filled with helpful anecdotes, such as what to eat when the food is out of season. It is not preachy, but commonsensical and witty. There is an extensive references and resource section at the back of the book for additional research. And the authors have added a handy online site with recipes specific to the four seasons. Check it out here.

—Laurie Jones

Poetry is Brewing

The best part of Books, Brew, and Banter is the brew. No, not the coffee, though it’s good. The brew that comes from stirring our backgrounds, interests, and personalities together. And right now, poetry seems to be on the hob.

The first drops fell into the pot when we read poet Maya Angelou’s memoir I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Then Ken, blogging about his conversation with Truman Capote, mentioned that his brother Ron was a budding poet in those Capote days. And at about the same time, Pat happened to be reading Billy Collins’ Aimless Love. And Ronda, passing through a Barnes and Noble on her winter travels, not knowing poetry was brewing back home, almost bought Billy Collins’ newest volume.

Into this thickening brew, people began tossing names: Robert Frost, Dorothy Parker, Gertrude Stein, Emily Dickinson, Ronald Johnson, Herbert Scott.

We began emailing each other poems – for example, this one from Marilyn who wrote that it made her cry when she tried to read it to her professor during her freshman year in college. (She was forty-five at the time.)

For Hettie

My wife is left-handed, which

implies a fierce determination. A complete

other worldliness. It’s WEIRD BABY.

The way some folks are always

trying to be different.

A sin and a shame.

But then, she’s been bohemian

all her life . . . black stockings,

refusing to take orders. I sit

patiently trying to tell her

what’s right. TAKE THAT DAMN

PENCIL OUTTA THAT HAND

YOU’RE RITTING BACKWARDS. And

such. But to no avail. And it shows

in her work. Left-handed coffee,

left-handed eggs; when she comes

in at night . . . It’s her left hand offered

for me to kiss. Damn.

And now her belly droops over the seat.

They say it’s a child. But I ain’t

quite so sure.

Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones)

Also, there seems to be a flurry of media attention to poets in the last few weeks. Deborah Garrison (A Working Girl Can’t Win) celebrated a birthday in February. Krista Tippet (On Being, NPR) interviewed past poet laureate Mary Oliver. And The New York Times this past weekend ran a story on the death of past poet laureate Philip Levine.

Now, Lent—that season meant for settling in and getting ready for the great, grave mystery of death and resurrection – is upon us.

Maybe this is a good time to consider the religious poetry of T. S. Eliot (Ash Wednesday and The Four Quartets). Or the poetry of seventeenth century cleric John Donne, who didn’t separate his passion for God from his passion for Anne More (with whom he had twelve children). Donne’s fusion of the worldly and the spiritual feels particularly serendipitous on the heels of An Altar in the World.

Or we might read Gerald Manley Hopkins. Here is a famous Hopkins poem, and one of my favorites, about God’s revelation of Himself in the physical world.

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;	5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;	10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerald Manley Hopkins

I’m glad poetry is brewing, that our group is toying with the idea of adding poetry spacers between the book discussions. We could all use more poetry in our lives.

By Sharelle Moranville

What to eat when, according to Barbara Kingsolver

In today’s discussion of Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, we talked about how the book might change our behavior. Several of us said we would probably get fresh vegetables of farmers’ markets more often. But we weren’t confident, city kids that most of us are, what normally grows when. So, thanks to Melissa Dunagan for compiling the list below to guide our shopping.

April / May: spinach, kale, lettuce and chard
May / June: cabbage, romaine, broccoli and cauliflower
June: snow peas, baby squash, cucumbers
July: green beans, green peppers, small tomatoes
July / August: beefsteak tomatoes, eggplant, red and yellow peppers
August / September: cantaloupe, honeydew, watermelon, pumpkin, winter squash