Reviews
"The age-old art of foraging takes Bill Heavey from his back yard to a Louisiana swamp and points beyond. But this is not a tale of trendy tablefare. With a healthy dose of skepticism, a dollop of humor, and even a dash of romance, Heavey transforms the typical ingredients of midlife crisis into a surprising feast of renewal, finding true sustenance in nature's garden." --Langdon Cook, author of Fat of the Land "Bill Heavey is the convivial and erudite hunting/fishing/foraging/trespassing partner you never had--and just as well, because he generally returns from the "wild" (backyard, park, and--yes--cemetery) bloodied and reeking. His entertaining yet sneakily informative tales will have you rolling in the thistle." --William Alexander, author of The $64 Tomato "This is a tale of a leap into the deep-end of extreme foodieism--clumsy, bold, courageous, hilarious, honest, and touching. Bill wrote an onion. The first layer is a funny, witty adventure story. Peel it back, and we'll find leaf upon leaf of how-to, coming-of-age, consumerist criticism, cultural discovery, plights real and imagined, and ultimately, a love story. Bill has given us all permission to not only discover a new facet of our edible lives, but to enjoy it." --Duff Goldman, Ace of Cakes, "Locavores can be tiresome with their insistence on sourcing (and discussing) everything they put in their precious little mouths. Bill Heavey ran the risk of being a bore in his account of attempting to hunt, fish, grow or forage as much of his food as possible, It''s Only Slow Food Until You Try to Eat It, but escaped thanks to good humor, poking fun at hard-core foodies and himself while still finding merit in the movement. . . . Mr. Heavey takes us back to the joys--and occasional pitfalls--of the humble edibles around us, and his conclusions ring true. The finest things I ever ate, wandering the East Coast with rod and gun for 30 years, were the most local . . . Mr. Heavey reaffirms the value of things small and common that were once treasured but that we now walk by without a passing glance: persimmons, cattails, giant mushrooms, squirrels, morels, dandelions, wild cherries, frogs, crawfish and the whitetail deer that occasionally wander through backyards--at their peril, if it''s Mr. Heavey''s lawn." -- The Wall Street Journal "Heavey's bumbling attempts at self-sufficiency are a winning mixture of compelling and hilarious." --Modern Farmer "Heavey tells a tale in which a totally normal dude gets a wild hair up his ass about growing, hunting, and foraging for his own food. The trouble--and the delight--is where he lives; not Idaho or someplace rural, but rather inside Washington D.C.'s Beltway. The result is a hilarious and super instructive book ... Heavey's experience writing for magazines obviously taught him how to master the skill of keeping the reader's attention. His dry hilarity on everything from rototilling to the rarely-seen but abundant monkeyface eel marks, makes this book something special." -- Library Journal "If Bill Heavey felt like it, he could write a book about something as boring as shuffleboard and it''d turn out to be good. He''s just that sharp and funny. But thankfully, in It''s Only Slow Food Until You Try to Eat It , he chooses to write about things that are close to my heart, such as hunting, fishing, and wild food. Whether he''s hanging out with trendy foragers in San Francisco or butchering caribou with indigenous hunter-gatherers in Alaska, he relates his experiences with respect, curiosity, and well-honed humor. Not only is this book perfect for anyone who loves food or the out-of-dos&doors; it''s perfect for anyone who loves a good story, well-told." --Steven Rinella, author of The Scavenger's Guide to Haute Cuisine, Meat Eater, and American Buffalo. "Bill Heavey is the convivial and erudite hunting/fishing/foraging/trespassing partner you never had--and just as well, because he generally returns from the ''wild'' (backyard, park, and--yes--cemetery) bloodied and reeking. His entertaining yet sneakily informative tales will have you rolling in the thistle." --William Alexander, author of The $64 Tomato "This is a tale of a leap into the deep-end of extreme foodieism-- clumsy, bold, courageous, hilarious, honest, and touching. Bill wrote an onion. The first layer is a funny, witty adventure story. Peel it back, and we''ll find leaf upon leaf of how-to, coming-of-age, consumerist criticism, cultural discovery, plights real and imagined, and ultimately, a love story. Bill has given us all permission to not only discover a new facet of our edible lives, but to enjoy it." --Duff Goldman, Ace of Cakes "The age-old art of foraging takes Bill Heavey from his back yard to a Louisiana swamp and points beyond. But this is not a tale of trendy tablefare. With a healthy dose of skepticism, a dollop of humor, and even a dash of romance, Heavey transforms the typical ingredients of midlife crisis into a surprising feast of renewal, finding true sustenance in nature''s garden." --Langdon Cook, author of Fat of the Land "A book with many layers, it's refreshingly untrendy, and it's narrated with great humor and honesty." --PopMatters, "Heavey's bumbling attempts at self-sufficiency are a winning mixture of compelling and hilarious" --Jake Swearingen, Modern Farmer "Heavey tells a tale in which a totally normal dude gets a wild hair up his ass about growing, hunting, and foraging for his own food. The trouble--and the delight--is where he lives; not Idaho or someplace rural, but rather inside Washington D.C.'s Beltway. The result is a hilarious and super instructive book ... Heavey's experience writing for magazines obviously taught him how to master the skill of keeping the reader's attention. His dry hilarity on everything from rototilling to the rarely-seen but abundant monkeyface eel marks, makes this book something special." --Douglas Lord, Library Journal "The age-old art of foraging takes Bill Heavey from his back yard to a Louisiana swamp and points beyond. But this is not a tale of trendy tablefare. With a healthy dose of skepticism, a dollop of humor, and even a dash of romance, Heavey transforms the typical ingredients of midlife crisis into a surprising feast of renewal, finding true sustenance in nature's garden." --Langdon Cook, author of Fat of the Land "Bill Heavey is the convivial and erudite hunting/fishing/foraging/trespassing partner you never had--and just as well, because he generally returns from the "wild" (backyard, park, and--yes--cemetery) bloodied and reeking. His entertaining yet sneakily informative tales will have you rolling in the thistle." --William Alexander, author of The $64 Tomato "This is a tale of a leap into the deep-end of extreme foodieism--clumsy, bold, courageous, hilarious, honest, and touching. Bill wrote an onion. The first layer is a funny, witty adventure story. Peel it back, and we'll find leaf upon leaf of how-to, coming-of-age, consumerist criticism, cultural discovery, plights real and imagined, and ultimately, a love story. Bill has given us all permission to not only discover a new facet of our edible lives, but to enjoy it." --Duff Goldman, Ace of Cakes "If Bill Heavey felt like it, he could write a book about something as boring as shuffleboard and it'd turn out to be good. He's just that sharp and funny. But thankfully, in It's Only Slow Food Until You Try to Eat It , he chooses to write about things that are close to my heart, such as hunting, fishing, and wild food. Whether he's hanging out with trendy foragers in San Francisco or butchering caribou with indigenous hunter-gatherers in Alaska, he relates his experiences with respect, curiosity, and well-honed humor. Not only is this book perfect for anyone who loves food or the out-of-dos&doors; it's perfect for anyone who loves a good story, well-told." --Steven Rinella, author of The Scavenger's Guide to Haute Cuisine, Meat Eater, and American Buffalo. "A book with many layers, it's refreshing untrendy, and it's narrated with great humor and honesty." --Catherine Ramsdell, PopMatters
