Food. It occurs to me that I haven't written about food in a while. And considering this blog is titled FoodShed Planet, I thought, hey, that might be a good idea!
Eating close to home. Okay, let's start there. Because, frankly, I'm apparently avoiding talking about local food because it's December and it's a drought here, and that lethal combo means pickin's are slim, slim, slim. But here's my daily salad from my garden, including French breakfast radishes that I gobbled up yesterday, meaning perhaps that I now, finally, like radishes. It's gotten so that I can eat the most bitter of greens, happily, but that means a basic little restaurant salad tastes like cardboard to me now.
I have some local meat from Gum Creek Farms in the freezer (for my family), plus the last of my pesto ice cubes and some summer veggies that I blanched and froze. And, of course, there are the ubiquitous sweet potatoes from my CSA box, and a lingering delicata squash. But that's it, folks. I didn't can. I didn't "put up" a root cellar's worth of root vegetables. I have no chickens (as you know) for daily eggs. The farmer's market ended, and I have one last CSA delivery next week. Oh, and, as you can well imagine, that big box of locally-made chocolate is long gone.
So yes, these are the dark days of eating local. But soon, I will shift to my sister foodshed, Florida, because that's where winter comes alive. Finding organics is the challenge, but together we'll see if this year shows improvement over last.
Around the world. Okay, I do have to draw your attention to a post by my friend Kate in Australia. In fact, I'd like to invite you to spend some time on the Hills and Plains Seedsavers blog in general, since it is springtime there and the gardens are all vibrantly alive. Kate's post is about eating feral (wild) animals. Goats. Pigs. Deer. Kangaroos. That kind of thing. She posted it the day after my long vegetarian post earlier in the week (or the same day, depending on how you view world time!). I joked that she restored balance in the world.
And other food for thought. And that brings me to balance, and the world's energy. Did you know that Kate bought a unicycle for her husband for his 40th birthday (a number of years ago)? And I learned to ride for my 40th? Don't you think that is a weird coincidence? And yesterday I talked to my friend Richard about what Pliny the Elder wrote about labyrinths, and he had just received an email about labyrinths from a friend in California moments before I saw him?
This world is small, folks. Every action we take or thought we have is somehow connected by some intricate, invisible web of humanity. Or so it seems to me.
And it all somehow starts with food.
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