That's My Food Posted on 02 Jun 10:38

One of the hallmarks of local food is the community that builds around food.  Yesterday morning, as dozens of farmers and artisans buzzed about our building, putting the product for customers like you into your tote for delivery, a casual comment from one farmer struck me.

“That’s my pork.” Alan said, pointing to a package of Pancetta.  Alan McKamey and his wife Amy raise heritage-breed hogs on their small farm, Heritage Meadows, near Clayton, Indiana.

But the package Alan was pointing to wasn’t “his” package, per se.  It was delivered from a different vendor, Turchetti’s Salumeria. 

Turchetti’s is an old-world style butcher in Indianapolis.  The founder, George Turkette, makes artisan charcuterie, cured meats, broths, and the like. 

But Alan, a local farmer, was able to point to another artisan’s work and see his contribution because George Turkette sources his meats locally from Alan’s small farm.

As a kid growing up on an Indiana farm, I never was able to point at a box of frosted flakes and say, “that’s my corn” or bite into a store-bought sausage and say, “that’s my pork.”  The industrial food system has had a dehumanizing effect both on farmers and the people that they feed, but it’s not a norm we ought to accept.

That morning, seeing the farmers and artisans buzzing about as they participated in the Market Wagon delivery process, reminded me of why we do what we do here.  It’s so farmers like Alan can say, “that’s my food,” and more importantly, so can you.