I knew where my food came from. Then college happened.
4H taught me what well-raised beef looks like from the ground up: the pasture, the animal, the plate. Food wasn't a label to me. It was something you could stand next to.
Then college, the standard American diet, and years of being a flatter, foggier version of myself. I assumed that was just adulthood.
It wasn't adulthood. It was the food.