The World In a Seed

William Woys Weaver is the horticultural equivalent of the book memorizers of "Fahrenheit 451." The characters of Ray Bradbury's novel seared the texts of forbidden books into their memories to save them from the fires of a police state. William Weaver and his fellow seed savers are preserving fruits and vegetables against the homogenizing pressures of agribusiness.

"Seeds represent entire civilizations, miniaturized to fit into the palm of our hand," he says. When a venerable seed variety perishes, as with the loss of a valuable manuscript, human culture dies by degrees.

One of America's foremost food historians, Weaver lives in a partially restored 1805 inn on what once was the main route between Philadelphia and Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Along one side of his house is an English garden. In the back are pots containing a fruit paradise of quinces, medlars, lemons, pomegranates, citrons, even a limequat that apparently makes a mean marmalade. Down a slope from the front of the house, however, is the real treasure; a succession of raised beds containing a colorful riot of vegetables and flowers.

"It's a seed garden," Weaver explains without a hint of apology in his voice, "not a Martha-Stewart-kind-of-beautiful garden."

Different varieties are placed in such a way as to diminish the likelihood of unintended cross-breeding and to ensure that the subsequent seeds will yield predictable results.

The garden is rich in both history and geography. Weaver shows me a white ovoid vegetable: the original eggplant brought from India to England where it received its English name. I try a citrus-accented ground cherry that comes in its own papery wrapper. There's a little purple potato from Switzerland, a sprawling cardoon of Tours, his own breeds of tomatoes and dahlias. Colonial Williamsburg and other historical recreations routinely hit up Weaver for authentic produce of the period, such as an 18th-century squash grown from seeds passed down by a Delaware community descended from the Nannacoke Indians.

In one corner of the garden grows an Ole Pepperpot pepper, the seeds of which he found preserved in a baby food jar in the bottom of his grandmother's deep freezer. In the 19th century, the African-American community used this pepper to create pepperpot soup, a Philadelphia-area specialty. Weaver's grandfather received the seeds from his friend Horace Pippin, the great African-American painter, and today the variety flourishes in Weaver's garden. "If I could only find the portrait Pippin did of my father," he says, "I could finally restore my kitchen."

Because of the large investments of labor and money, it is "probably the most expensive garden in Pennsylvania," Weaver laments. "I used to complain to my grandmother about the cost of the garden. And she said, 'why are you doing it?' 'I like the garden,' I said. So she said, 'Just take the money out of the equation then.'"

The seed garden's diversity and sense of history mirrors Weaver's wide-ranging professional interests. Encouraged to write by Alexandra Tolstoy, the daughter of the great Russian novelist, Weaver went on to study international relations and architecture before seizing on food writing to pay the bills. He is the author of definitive books on scrapple, American food ways, Pennsylvania Dutch and Quaker cooking.

Jane Lear of Gourmet magazine, where Weaver is a contributing editor, likens him to a culinary Google – "an invaluable resource of information" whether providing information on heirloom vegetables or, for a Gourmet article on artichokes, the intriguing scrap of information that Marilyn Monroe was once crowned artichoke queen of 1948. Weaver has a novelist's flair for capturing the flavor and drama of food. "He's describing these tomatoes and you just want to rip them off the page and eat them," Lear says.