Picture a farmer.
Elizabeth Bryant's face might not be the first that comes to mind.
But someday, when more of the people who produce our food look like the people who eat our food, maybe she will be.
"Growing up here, there's a sense — either felt or expressed — that you don't belong here," said Bryant, an aspiring Black farmer learning the craft in rural Rice County.
Last Saturday, the last hour of the last day of the winter market at the Mill City Farmers Market in downtown Minneapolis. Bryant and her aunts, Lynne and Nancy Reeck, had sold out of almost all the cheese curds and feta and buttery wedges of herbed chèvre they'd brought up from Singing Hills Goat Dairy near Nerstrand, Minn.
Nothing in the grocery dairy case prepares you for cheese like this.
Once you've had a tomato fresh from the vine, warmed by the sun, most of the tomatoes at the grocery store taste like cardboard — like some durable good, built to bounce around in the back of a delivery truck for a few thousand miles.
Singing Hills cheese comes from goats that graze 25 acres of tall grass and wildflowers on the border of Big Woods State Park. One human — usually Lynn Reeck — creates each small batch, and the taste of the product changes from season to season and goat to goat.