I don’t want to kill anyone. That’s how I found myself standing on an old tile floor, surrounded by cinderblock walls in a food packaging research lab at Clemson University. I couldn’t help but consider the juxtaposition between my beloved ranch in north-central Montana and a food lab in South Carolina. They are the endpoints along one path of converting soil nutrients into delicious food for humans. The path is arduous and expensive, and we can’t live without it. At one end of the spectrum, my sheep and cattle collect nutrients from the soil through the grass that grows on...

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