The Director’s Dish

season’s Director’s “Dish” might in fact be a pie plate . . .

never thought I’d come to know as many people who grew up on farms as I now do.
Until moving to Lincoln almost five years ago, I’m pretty sure I had known no
more than one or two people with farming backgrounds. But Nebraska—like so
many midwestern and great plains states—was built on farming.

Evelyn Funda points out so beautifully in her wonderful memoir/cultural history
book Weeds, due out this month from
the Press, 90 percent of Americans worked on family farms in the eighteenth century;
today, less than 1 percent of Americans claim farm-related occupations. The
story of family farming in the United States is the story of immigration, of
agribusiness, of climate—of the many important strains that together have
created our identity as a nation. Weeds is
both a history and a lament for a time gone by—one that speaks to many of the
people I’ve come to know.

didn’t always work out, though, even early on. In The
Last Days of the Rainbelt
David Wishart chronicles the
sobering tale of those who mistakenly thought that rain would follow the plow
into the western great plains. Wishart studied land records, climate reports,
census records, and diaries to track the western expansion of farming and its
ultimate failure in that region. A sad and cautionary tale.


I came to UNP, I introduced the staff to the Annual Pie Contest. When I recently
complained to friends about having lost every year—not even placing or getting
an honorable mention nod—I was reminded that my competitors had probably been
baking pies since they were knee-high to a cricket; pie is a crucial part of
the cuisine of the Midwest. So true, and a good reason not to bake pies anymore—just
invite others to bake, then sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labors (pun

of the most pleasant Midwestern culinary discoveries my husband and I made when
we moved to Chicago as a young family was the Door County Fish Boil. First, it
was clear that Door County, Wisconsin, is itself a delight to discover—imagine
going to the tip of Door County, where Lake Michigan and Green Bay meet! The
fish boil—originally designed to feed large groups of lumberjacks at camp—is
now part spectacle and part culinary event. I won’t go into the extravaganza’s details;
you can read about it in Peggy Wolff’s Fried
Walleye and Cherry Pie: Midwestern Writers on Food
which will be available
in November. But wait until the summer to go to Door County—the winters are
rough! And, I might add, a typical fish boil includes not only the fish, but
potatoes, cole slaw, and, you guessed it, pie.


UNP we’re proud to be the largest university press located between Chicago and
California. We’ve got a wonderful crop of books for the fall—not just books
about our region. But, as a still somewhat new Midwesterner, and certainly a
still-green Nebraskan, I’m especially excited about the role we play in
chronicling the life and history of our region. 
To those who might disagree, I would say, “Let them eat pie!”



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