FARGO — As a former farm kid, I can vouch for the fact that it’s hard to find a better place to grow up. Fresh air. Nature. Access to puppies, chickens, horses and calves. Tom Sawyer-scale adventures right out your front door as you foraged for chokecherries, discovered the latest batch of kittens or caught tadpoles. An early sense of self-reliance and contribution as you pitched in to help with the many chores.
FARGO — In the farm world, there is no “summer food.” I don’t remember our family’s daily entrees changing much between seasons, probably because good, basic, filling food was needed year-round. There were no lettuce wraps or charred shrimp-and-leek skewers when you were feeding a family of seven plus two or three hired men.