We’re an American family with Antipodean connections running a beef farm in South-West France. Our farm is in old Gascony in a sleepy departement called le Gers. There’s no autoroute out here, let alone a TGV line. What we do have is a lot of sun and some excellent soil, made from the limestone of an ancient sea. Occasionally it snows.
The farm is run using a mix of old school methods and new ideas. Sometimes the neighbors think we’re nuts and other times they reminisce that when they were kids they used to sleep out with the herd.
We make beef for the flavor – grass-fed and grass-finished. We raise Salers, rustic, old-school mountain cows that love our rich Gascon pastures.
Jean, the Agricultrix.
Me, covered in chopped hay.
You can mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.