Food = Community = Love

You may notice that I have changed the name of this blog from Bent Fork Farm to Olympic Fork. That's because my idea for this blog has grown from telling you about my backyard garden project (which I will still do) to all types of food-related activity here on Washington State's Olympic Peninsula.

I may be an unemployed journalist, but I am still a journalist, and a freelance one at that. So it wasn't long after I started this blog that I had the strong urge to interview other local people about their adventures in growing, cooking, and eating food. By "local," I mean folks anywhere between Port Townsend (where I live) and Sekiu (where Tim lives), which is almost all the way to Neah Bay and Cape Flattery, the northwestern-most point of the contiguous United States. I'll also travel south down the Hood Canal to places like Lilliwaup, an inky-dinky unincorporated town where my mom grew up in the 1920s and '30s.

So, while my backyard project is still called Bent Fork Farm, this blog is wider in scope because, really, food is about community, and on a personal level, it signifies the offering of strength and nourishment to ourselves.