Good conversation doesn’t always pair well with a hearty meal, as a full mouth quickly becomes a silent one. This pause in pronunciation is a welcome one if the food is delectable enough to create its own story.
It was 2013 when my husband and I moved to Hugo, Minn., to begin new jobs and (quite literally) put down roots as part-time tree farmers. I’ll admit I was a bit taken aback by my new neighborhood, which was home to more cows and chickens than people.
Gabe Schubert readies his fly-fishing rod aboard a 13-foot skiff on a clear, calm day around the first of November, just outside downtown Stillwater. He casts, and like a bullwhip, the line unfurls. His fly—a lure in the shape of a baitfish—smacks the water.
Making things grow is the easy part of being a farmer, says Eduardo Rivera, who grows organic fruits and vegetables on a 31/2 -acre farm in Grant Township, just west of Stillwater—but of course any farmer will tell you the word “easy” is said tongue in cheek.