I live in a very poor working class area south of Rome and people are still foraging and making vino contadino and whatever they can do to not waste. I love my neighbors, they have such a wealth of information that will help our community survive when WWIII starts.
The name of my Substack means peasant. Even though hipsters try to capitalize on these foods, when shit goes down, they won't know how to till the land or sow a seed, they can only buy the real stuff from the people who are on the land. That's who you should have as neighbors. Hunters, farmers, and gatherers, plumbers, electricians and bakers.
I live in a very poor working class area south of Rome and people are still foraging and making vino contadino and whatever they can do to not waste. I love my neighbors, they have such a wealth of information that will help our community survive when WWIII starts.
The name of my Substack means peasant. Even though hipsters try to capitalize on these foods, when shit goes down, they won't know how to till the land or sow a seed, they can only buy the real stuff from the people who are on the land. That's who you should have as neighbors. Hunters, farmers, and gatherers, plumbers, electricians and bakers.
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