Biography
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COME INTO THE GARDEN WITH ME TO PICK SLUGS.
I MEAN POLE BEANS.
I EAT BOTH.
I HAD TO ONCE. I LIVED IN RUSSIA AS A VEGETARIAN.
WHICH MEANS I SURVIVED ON INSECTS + CIGARETTES + KING CANS OF BEER.
(POTATO VODKA MAKES ME SING LIKE A BAG PIPE)
5 SUMMERS AGO. IN THE YEAR 2004. I TOOK UP RESIDENCE IN A CABIN NESTLED IN A GROVE OF CEDARS. I SPENT MY DAYS FORAGING FROM LOCAL FARMERS, ROADSIDE STANDS, AND MARKETS, AND COOKED 2 MEALS A DAY FOR 30 ARTISTS IN RESIDENCE.
IT WAS THERE THAT I FELT THE MAGIC OF FOOD IN THE PALM OF MY HAND. I SAW THE BEAUTY OF FOOD IN TRANSFORMATION, COLLABORATION, SOLO ACTS, AND SHY DEBUTS. I LEARNED SOME HARD LESSONS. BY GOD, NEVER SERVE UNPEELED BEETS. BUT MOSTLY, I GOT TO BE A MAGICIAN WITH A THOUSAND ACTS UNDER MY HAT. IT WAS THE BEST JOB I'VE EVER HAD.
I LIVED ONCE IN A FARMHOUSE WITH AN ASPARAGUS PATCH BY A RIVER FULL OF PICKERAL.
I ATE ONE OF ‘EM TOO.
THE HOUSE WAS ON A ROAD FREQUENTED BY CROSSING TURTLES.
THE FOLKS WHO LIVED IN THE HOUSES ON THE ROAD USED MAPLE SYRUP INSTEAD OF HONEY.
IT WAS THAT SORT OF PLACE.
SOMEONE ONCE COOKED BEAR ON A SPIT. NEVER IN MY DREAMS COULD I HAVE IMAGINED WALKING INTO A FAIRY TALE WITH BLUEBERRY TASTING MEAT.
I AM A HOBO BY MAKE UP.
IT’S NOT IN MY GENES BUT IT IS IN MY SOUL.
I CANNOT HELP BUT WAKE UP EACH DAY WITH A DESIRE TO PACK A SACK AND STICK IT ON THE END OF A POLE AND WALK TO THE NEAREST RAILWAY TRACKS.
SIMPLE LIVING IS WHAT I’M AFTER BUT SIMPLE EATING IS WHAT I DO.
I’M NOT ABOUT FANFARE.
I LIKE FRESH. SASSY. ZINGY. RAW GOODNESS.
IF YOU CAN SNAP YOUR FINGERS, YOU CAN COOK JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING ON THIS SITE.
