Let’s not start talking about Marquette, Michigan’s robust, innovative farm-to-table scene without first establishing a shared lexicon—we need to pin down words like tenacity, grit, and maybe even gumption. This is the language that captures what it’s like to stare down a growing season strangled by epic winters, the supply chain challenges of living three hours off the nearest interstate, and still have the farmer’s audacity to say…

Twice a year in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, in the small, bustling, lake-side city of Marquette, the early morning sun peeks over the horizon only to be perfectly framed at the centre of downtown’s decommissioned ore dock, that almost gothic monolith of steel and concrete whose throat, for a few brief minutes each November, catches fire.