Joe Eck and Wayne Winterrowd (who died in 2010 when this book was in progress) nurtured a seven-acre garden at their home in North Hill, VT. This collection of short essays is a tribute to their life together on the farm. Each essay focuses on a different edible product of their land and labor. Within the context of specific foods, Eck explores the cultural and botanical histories of various plants and speaks to the broader global issues of abundance and scarcity, and humanity’s lack of harmony with the earth and our food sources. Eck writes with reverence for the land, for the indulgence of home-grown food, and for his 42-year partnership with Winterrowd. As much a memoir as it is informational, full of tips and secrets for both the new and seasoned gardener, the book itself is a powerful treatise on the importance of appreciating our food, our land, and growing food as a labor of love.
"Readers will delight in this exuberant paean to the pleasures and benefits of growing one's own food, elegiac homage to how Eck and Winterrowd celebrated the bounty such labors bestowed, and Eck's reflections on daily changes and seasonal challenges at Vermont's North Hill Farm. Eck and Winterrowd will inspire even the most reluctant gardeners to take steps to harvest a more rewarding life." - Carol Haggas, Booklist
"This delightful book addresses not only how to grow a variety of beans or raise a Scottish Highland calf by bottle, but how to cook said beans or just about any other fruit or vegetable that could be grown at North Hill. To Eat is a beautifully written testimony to two lives well lived and loved. This is a special book and I loved it!" - Penny
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A memorable book about the path food travels from garden to table
This is the third book we have written together, though separately we have written others . . . But to say 'written separately' makes no sense, for when two lives have been bent for so many years on one central enterprise--in this case, gardening--there really is no such thing as separately."