Petersen Family Farm
LUKE PETERSEN, 5TH GENERATION FARMER Like you, my past has been colored with losses, gains, some time in school, and a whole lot of life experience. Every morning I awake early and cinch up a belt my dad wore when he walked out onto the farm in his day. I’m responsible for a piece of paper in an office downtown that says Petersen Family Farms LLC, an idea that grows on a beautiful piece of land in Riverton, Utah. My farm is a new branch, grafted into roots my Great Great Grandfather planted in 1871. The fruit of my branch on this tree turned out to be too large to be eaten in one serving, or even by one family. So, I have felt compelled to share it. I’ve learned after trial that it is much too tender to ship. It’s fruit becomes increasingly unrecognizable and unsavory the further it moves from the field. It is enjoyed best through many servings. To some, our fruit is too sweet; to others, too bitter. I have found that when prepared carefully, it has levels. It first feels sweet, then a little bitter, with a sublime, satisfying finish. It’s shown itself to be toxic in high levels, but leaves the diner with the insatiable urge for more. Children and peculiar adults seem to enjoy it most. They find themselves returning often as its flavor tends to deepen some with the seasons and years but its essence remains the same. It is untamed, as large as life, best when shared, close to the vine, and impossible to ship or store, except within the open heart.