Of all the things I love in life, food and stories are at the very tip-top of my list. And in Local Milk, Beth Kirby pairs both like the finest of homespun pb&j sandwiches. She writes, “There are messes that abide for weeks, screaming matches, missed deadlines, and ill starred decisions. And there is fresh bread, stolen vertiginous kisses, floral tea, and good work to be done. And there is poetry in all of it.”
Beth’s poetry is a haven in a sea of party-planning menus and 80-step appetizers. She is hospitality over entertaining. Nourishment over fluff. She has managed to pare down the basics, to the very raw essence of a human being’s needs: food + each other.
“Living is a glossy, unctuous thing, and cooking is a divine, ancient art. It is the elevation of biological necessity. It is the beating heart. It is an empire built on grain and cacao. It is selenium and potassium. It is kale and cauliflower. It is sustenance. It is actually the art of living.”
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