When I was a child my parents dressed me in the color Red and my identical twin brother Tim in Blue. They did this because even they had a hard time telling us apart. When we got a bit older, the colors faded and people had a very hard time telling us apart from one another… From then on in Tim and I would constantly have to remind people “I am Chris, not Tim” or “I am Tim not Chris.”  Over time, our urning to define and distinguish ourselves as individuals pushed us away from each other. However, when one shares the same DNA with another person, they tend to have similar interests and inevitably over time, Tim and I outgrew our adolescents  and stumbled upon something that changed our lives forever.  In 2001 we found ourselves working at a cafe in an old train station outside of NYC. During lunch time, we sat at a long cafe table surrounded by the people who grew, prepared, cooked, and served our food. The food had integrity. It has flavor, and power. The food had come from a local organic farm up the road. The farm specialized in heritage breed animals, heirloom varieties of produce, and aquaponic systems that harmoniously used a closed loop greenhouse to grow fish and plants together using the waist from one to feed the other. The food that was grown on the farm had a short trip to that table. We both realized there was a very special culture that was created around this food. People were talking, and laughing, passing plates and breaking bread. That day Tim and I found something special. That day we found real food…

 

Cheers,

Christopher

 

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Please Note: All speling and grammars mistakes are solely those of Christopher A. West in his hurry to type with two thumbs on his cell phone without using spell check…