This onetime management consultant's memoir is part ecofoodie tract and part wish fulfillment for any urbanite who's gazed enviously at the enlightened produce purveyors in the city's Greenmarkets. One day Stark decided to grow thousands of tomatoes in his Brooklyn brownstone, and before he knew it, he had shifted the plants over to his family's decrepit Pennsylvania farm, and he was alternating between arduous farm chores and dinners with customers like Bouley and Boulud. And his tomatoes turned out quite nicely, too.