Don't Eat Anything

Don’t Eat Anything

Don’t Eat Anything Your Great-Grandmother Wouldn’t Recognize As Food. – Michael Pollen

My Great-Grandmother, Libby (pictured here), was of Czech stock. Her mother came from Prague and settled a little town in Nebraska, which was named Prague. How original! Somehow Libby made it to Lincoln, Nebraska where she lived for many many years. She lived in an old farmhouse on the edge of town. Neighbors had milking cows in their backyards and Libby kept chickens, which were NOT for eggs. When we would pull up to her house for chicken dinner I can vividly recall seeing fresh blood next to an axe on a big old stump. Feathers everywhere. Yes, it certainly was a very fresh chicken dinner complete with homemade dumplings.

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