Sorghum

My buddy, Norbert Gressner, once asked me, "Lance, how can you be so passionate about something as boring as sorghum?"

I said to him, "Norbert, the very fact that you ask such a question, shows how gosh darn little you know about the wonderful qualities of American sorghum."

I remember the first time I was alone in a vast field of seductively swaying sorghum.  My father let me run loose through a local field, not far from downtown Liberty City, so that I could get some exercise after a 3 hour Easter service at our local church.  I remember running through the fields, the wind blowing through the stalks of golden sorghum.  And I thought to myself, if there was a heaven, it must be exactly like this. 

Since that time, I have come to love sorghum and everything it represents:  its natural purity, its "grown right here in the good old U.S.A." wholesomeness, and its reliability at a time when very few of our American institutions are all that reliable any longer.  It represents what is truest and best about our American way of life.  And best of all, it's grown right in God's own country--the tried and true state of Kansas!

That, in short, is why I have spent the past ten years acting as an advocate for this wonderful, yet under-appreciated grain. 

You can have your wheat and barley and rye.  I'll take sweet, savory sorghum any ding-dong day of the week!