Wendell Berry: American Hero
The sensibility of Wendell Berry, who is sometimes described as a modern day Thoreau but who Id call the soul of the real food movement, leads people like me on a path to the door of the hillside house he shares with his wife, Tanya, outside of Port Royal, Ky. Everything is as the pilgrim would have it: Wendell (hes a one-name icon, like Madonna, but probably in that respect only) is kind and welcoming, all smiles.
He quotes Pope (Consult the genius of the place in all), Spenser, Milton and Stegner, and answers every question patiently and articulately. He doesnt patronize. We sit alone, uninterrupted through the morning, for two or three hours. Tanya is at church; when its time, he turns on the oven, as she requested before leaving. He seems positively yogic, or maybe its just this: How often do I sit in long, quiet conversation? Wendell has this effect.
Tanya returns around noon, and their daughter, Mary, arrives shortly thereafter. (Mary lives nearby, runs a winery, and is engaged in enough food and farm justice issues to impress Wendell Berry.) We eat. Its all local, food they or their neighbors or friends or family have grown or raised, food that Tanya has cooked. Theres little fuss about any of that, only enjoyment and good eating. I note that I cant stop devouring the corn bread, and that the potatoes have the kind of taste of the earth that floors you.
And we chat, and then Wendell takes me for a drive around the countryside he was born in and where hes lived for most of his life. As he waves to just about every driver on the road, he explains that the land was once home to scores of tobacco farmers, and now has patches of forest, acres of commodity crops and farms where people do what the land tells them to. Thats one of Wendells recurring themes: Listen to the land.
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http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/04/24/wendell-berry-american-hero/