We’ve talked a lot about hunting recently. The hunting part of hunting and gathering always steals all the glory — the thrill of the pursuit, the danger, and of course, the killing. Men have a tendency to forget about the gathering — less thrilling perhaps, but no less important. (Plus, there’s plenty of death and killing if you eat the wrong plant, or use plant poisons as weapons.) So let’s do some gathering.
I love these old pictures of me in my aunt’s garden in Michigan. Notice the date stamp: October, 1988. I’m five years old. On the left, I am wearing the most kick-ass t-shirt sporting some Emperor penguins. Pointing down, like "Look, these radishes came from down in the ground!" On the right, the bunches of carrots are bigger than I am.
I have the good fortune to have some rooftop space at my apartment in Manhattan. Last summer, we set up a rooftop garden. Automatic sprinklers and everything. But right now it’s a total mess. Here are a few photos from last year. Not everything we grew was "perfectly paleo", but hell, we grew it ourselves and that’s saying a lot for four dudes living in Manhattan.