A New York-based blog called Simple Good and Tasty highlights three working farms that exist within New York’s city limits. It reminded me of a question I asked at dinner the other day: why aren’t there any farms in DC? Somehow there’s room for four golf courses within the district limits, but as far as I know there are no working farms. Community gardens, sure, but I wonder how long ago it was that actual farmers tilled acres here?
I thought of this as I read about the White House garden producing its first harvest, some of which was served by the White House chef. How cool, and yet strange, that the president would be eating something grown in the heart of downtown DC. I definitely marveled at being able to serve a DC-grown salad to my friends the other night. Somehow, despite all the green space in this city, it still seems strange that we’d be able to grow more than just a potted tomato here, a windowbox herb garden there. There will no doubt be some day this summer when I – and the Obamas – can serve up an entire meal grown right here in the District. I wonder if a DC farm could make a go of it, even as kind of a novelty, if it had enough patronage from expensive restaurants and devoted locavores?