There are no red barns or silos here, no fields crowded with corn or pastures dotted with cows or sheep. Amid tall skyscrapers, crowded sidewalks, and expansive parking lots, green life finds the margins where soil has survived. Urban farmers seize available light and space under a veil of uncertainty, never knowing when the plans for a new high-rise or retail complex will get approved and the land they farm will be buried under the next necessary or frivolous building. CLICK HERE to go to excerpt and recipe.

In a tranquil sliver of southwestern Wisconsin, not too far from where Minnesota, Iowa, and the Badger State come together, bottomland fields of silt loam weave gently among the woods and pastures along Spring Creek. This is farm country in the most traditional sense: the roads are lined with rolling hills and tidy homesteads, the precise image most folks would conjure if they closed their eyes and thought "farm." CLICK HERE to go to excerpt and recipe.