The “Eat Local” craze

Let me start off by saying I’m a chef by trade. I cook for a living that’s how I put milk in my fridge, gas in my truck, and that’s how I fill my bank account. Would that being said I would like to make it clear that I fully support this movement and I support farmers just as much as anyone. The majority of em’ are some of the most honest hard-working individuals I’ve ever come across in my life and I have nothing but respect and apperication for them. The word “local” Is defined by something being grown or raised within close proximity to where it is consumed. So the honey you bought at the farmers market, or the chicken or the beef, or the vegetables, all local, so go get some. The first thing people do when they wanna eat healthy let’s look for that “organic” label when they go to the grocery store. So next time you’re at the grocery store before you pick up that package of steak, or that bag of potatoes, or hell even that fucking bottle of apple juice in the cooler, take a second and think about it. Was that steak from Argentina? Is that chicken pumped full of antibiotic‘s and whatever the hell else they do to them? What about the shit they feed those animals? How about those vegetables,how many chemicals were sprayed on those puppies? How about those farm fish that are raised in puddles and tubes? What even are all these things I cannot pronounce? Let me let you in on a little secret, do you know what’s even more local than a farmers cattle, or those fresh laid chicken eggs? Wild game thats what! We already talked about the definition of “local” what grows and lives closer to where it’s consumed than wild game you can probably find within a couple miles of your dinner table?? Hell, the deer genes on our property have been roaming that place for thousands of years. The squirrels and rabbits have been running around those woods for a long damn time as well. They eat from the land around them they eat acorns that fall off trees that have been there for 100 years, they eat wheats and grasses and fruits that we plant ourselves that we know where they come from and how we treat them. What about that lake 45 minutes away filled with water that’s been there for thousands of years made by melted glaciers stocked full of fish that have been swimming those lakes long before Wegmans ever was a thing. The moral of the story next time you are hungry grab a gun, grab a bow, get the fuck outside. Cook it up it with something you bought at the farmers market! So ask yourself can you even get more local than a wild animal in your own backyard?