Chef Ronald M. Harris

Proprietor of Locally Grown Gardens | Chef Owned and Operated 

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Chef Larry Forgione — Internship | An American Place 

Three Stars, New York Times

32nd Park Avenue, New York, New York


Graduate, Culinary Institute of America

Hyde Park, New York


Personal Chef CEO of Oppenheimer Funds

East Hampton, New York


Chef Larry Forgione– Pantry, Grill, Saute | An American Place 

Three Stars, New York Times

32nd Park Avenue, New York, New York


Chef John Georges Vongerichten | Jo Jos

Opening Team–One of two cooks with chef and sous chef | Three Stars, New York Times 

E. 65th Street, Lexington Ave., New York, New York

1992 — 1994

Chef Larry Forgione & Chef Melissa Kelly, sous chef | 1766 Tavern, Rhinebeck

New York, New York

1994 — 2007

Corporate Chef (27 Restaurants) | MCL Restaurant & Bakery

Number-one family owned and operated restaurants in America–People’s Choice  

Indianapolis, IN


Locally Grown Gardens | Chef and Proprietor 

Indianapolis, IN  


Andy and I on our grind at the Keystone Grill in 1986, age 19.

Andy and I on our grind at the Keystone Grill in 1986, age 19.

God Made A Farmer

 The author is unkown, but USA Today reports that this Paul Harvey monologue was originally given to the Future Farmers of America (now FFA) convention in 1978. Harvey, who died in 2009, was a longtime radio favorite in the Midwest.

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer

God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer! 

I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!

God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!


God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!