Farm Confessional: I Sell At a Farmers Market
A farmer outside of Calgary, Alberta talks to us about the trials, tribulations and triumphs of running a table at the farmers market.
Farm Confessional: I Raise Livestock and I Think It May Be Wrong
I have no farming background. I was born and raised in the suburbs, and I spent more time in a shopping mall playing video games and eating fast food than I did outside. "Animals...
Farm Confessional: Secrets of a Supermarket Produce Buyer
“A lot goes into this business if it’s done right, a lot of psychology. We aren’t just throwing up stuff and hoping you’ll buy it.”
Farm Confessional: I’m a Family Farmer (But Some People Call Me a Factory Farmer)
With two turkey houses that collectively hold 36,000 turkeys at a time, some would say John Sponaugle runs a “factory farm.” Sponaugle would choose the term “family farm.” It’s complicated.
Farm Confessional: I Bred Mice for Medical Testing
When I was 21, I had a job breeding mice as a research associate in a basic science laboratory. I bred mice, tested them for genetic traits, and sometimes had to kill them.
Farm Confessional: I Haul Manure
“I spent 23 years dealing with government BS, I can handle a little horse manure.”
Farm Confessional: I’m an Undocumented Farm Worker
In our new feature, Farm Confessional, we talk to agricultural workers whose stories often aren’t told. This week: a 40-year-old migrant farm worker based in Madera, California.
CSAs, or “Community Supported Agriculture,” used to mean that you’d get a box of food from a farmer whom you knew. Not so much anymore.
