It's a Monday afternoon in the Willamette Valley and I'm standing over a bucket of shit. Cow shit, to be precise. It has been sourced from a nearby biodynamic farm, and today that bucket will draw the ...
Back in the 90s, I visited all major slaughterhouses in Kenya and even more in Uganda. Not because of some insatiable appetite for beef but because I had a lucrative order to export cow horns that ...
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