I grew up in the city and wouldn’t recognize a farmer if one drove a tractor down Main Street wearing overalls and a big straw hat. Farmers grew vegetables and raised chickens somewhere out in the country. Early to bed, early to rise. That sort of thing.

Fast forward a few years and I’m baking my way through high school, training with European master chefs & expanding my worldview through the lens of the hospitality industry. That same city boy who wouldn’t know the business end of a...