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Jesse Hirsch

New England, New York
As seen in: Offrange, The New York Times, UOL, HuffPost, The Guardian, VICE, Atlas Obscura, CNA Lifestyle, Consumer Reports, Yahoo, Bon Appetit and
Journalist, food & agriculture. Editing @OffrangeAg jesse@ambrook.com
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56 Mice

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By Jesse Hirsch
| The Haul
A mouse has been antagonizing Abby this week. Keeps poking its head out the top of the oven, making direct eye contact. Poops in our cast iron pans. Mischievous twinkle in its eye, brazen in its advances, only disappears when we get reallllll close. Also clever at avoiding our traps - we've got a Jerry-ass mouse, folks! Don't tell Abby I secretly support the mouse. It takes bravery to taunt us big hairless giants, stomping around what you surely think of as your stove.
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Swollen Valor

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By Jesse Hirsch
| The Haul
Our NYC going-away party had a Country Mouse theme, which I mentioned to Abby when we recently caught our second mouse in a glue trap. Seemed funny to mention, but it's hard to be cute when you're dumping a dead animal in the compost bucket. But are we in The Country? I honestly don't know. I grew up like 22 minutes from here, in Southampton, Mass. People always assume I'm from Long Island when I mention this — it's not a well-known town.
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No one is coming to help you

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By Jesse Hirsch
| The Haul
It's hard to describe where we moved with any kind of precision. Lela tried to roast me by calling it the suburbs but that is inaccurate (first problem is lack of any "urb.") Our apartment is the first floor of a semi-renovated farmhouse, pictured above, where an old-timey banging screen door, rutted driveway, and haunted basement meet granite countertops and modern appliances. Across the street is the old county fairgrounds, a baseball field, and many acres of corn.
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