I came, I saw, I ate. I talked. I ate some more. I talked some more. I ate some more. I left with a basil plant.
It did my soul good.
I saw smiles on chefs, farmers, artisans, and eaters as they enjoyed the food.
I laughed with my friends.
I regretted that there was no way possible I’d be able to sample even half of all the food that was offered.
Yes, this is local food.
For a more in-depth recap, visit my friend Katie’s post at Kitchen Stewardship.