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When I was living in Japan, I went hiking on a ski slope while I was visiting a friend. I rounded a curve, and was confronted by six or seven little Japanese women picking mountain vegetables. They insisted on sharing their food with me, since "I was so skinny, and don't eat enough", so we all sat down and ate onigiri on the side of this mountain. It was such a welcoming thing to do, especially considering I speak very little Japanese, and none of them spoke any English.

Related to this, there was an interesting movement to get an official "white house farmer", in response to an article in the NYT soon after the elections. http://whitehousefarmer.com/ I thought that was a pretty good idea (the NYT article is really interesting, and linked from that website), but was surprised how many of the farmers lived nowhere near DC.

And dsquare, I imagine Adams' garden wasn't organic, if you are using the popular definition, since Bordeaux mixture was pretty common.

When I was little, my dad took me to lunch at the farmer's market every Saturday. The Amish butcher's stall sold the most delicious mince pie ever, and I got it as a treat once every couple months. It was so sweet, and had so many spices in it, and although I have gotten mince pies at many other places, including other Amish stores and stands, nothing has ever come close to that pie. If I concentrate, I can still remember how it tastes, even after 20 years.