eating neighborly 153Northeast, depleted farmland, communities where the big economic en-
gine is crystal meth. We often have the form of liberty, but not the sub-
stance.”
It does not seem exactly radical to want to turn this tide, starting with
lunch from the neighborhood. Nor is it an all- or- nothing proposition. “If
every restaurant got just ten percent of its food from local farmers,” Tod
boldly proposed, “the infrastructure of corporate food would collapse.”
Ten percent seemed like a small pebble to aim at Goliath’s pate. Lily
picked up her spoon and dipped into Rock Bottom Farm’s maple ice
cream. We could hear the crash of corporate collapse with every bite.
Tough work, but somebody’s got to do it.