A hunter’s kid seeks the true meaning of farm-to-table.
There is already blood on the ground when I arrive at
Camas Davis’ Southwest Portland backyard. It pools into the pores of a
decorative rock and dribbles onto the soil. The blood is too bright a
You’ve been to the upscale grocery stores and the tiny
ethnic markets, you purchased the Thomas Keller cookbooks and the
obscure gadgets and you even ordered that adorable apron from