but don't eat the paper

p was hunting around the times' website last night and happened across this article that we somehow missed when it ran this summer. it's about a burgeoning movement of farmer-writers, and the first one profiled and pictured is our very own farmer john, whose csa supplied us with some exceptionally tasty vegetables during four of our years in chicago. this is the man who taught me to love brussels sprouts -- mmm....

(sorry, i've already spent like 10 minutes trying to think of a better title, and that's as good as it's going to get.)