I'm reevaluating, readjusting my food life. Not accepting it at face value, not acting on faith alone. I'm reading.
Reading and watching and listening to others—food journalists, farmers, and friends—who've gone before.
I'm breaking from tradition, away from sliding doors, aisles of corn products and rows of flavorless produce. I'm ready to embrace something new.
My friends, Romans, and all country and city folk, now hear this: I'm going local. Livin' la vida locavore.
This pilgrim is searching and will surely trip. But I've found the road at last.
And I'm not turning back.
