Half a dozen young pigs come trotting through the woods to see who has just stepped over the wire fence. They are sleek, fearless, coppery and black. They root against ankles and knees, pushing with firm noses, amiably curious.Read article
We follow food in the Berkshires into all kinds of stories. Around here we can be laid back and experienced at the same time. We have third-generation family farms, and we have Brooklyn chefs looking for a closer tie to the land. Sometimes they work together. Sometimes the chefs are farmers, and the farmers are chefs.
Some are born here, and some have come from around the world, from Malaysia to Australia. They blend a sense of flavor and a sense of humor. Looking purple potato chips? Grass-fed burger with blue cheese? Dumplings and shumai? Strawberries warm from the sun? We’ll find them. Come with us.