|broccoli in the cold frame|
24 April 2011
I couldn't hack it. What's more, I didn't want to. I still wanted to go on with the challenge aspect, but I was tired of stressing out over what I could or couldn't eat, especially when it came to where I could eat, and with whom. I found myself making exception after exception (I had sushi three times, for instance), and I wasn't even fully dairy-free at home until two weeks after lent began when I finally finished an enormous tub of yogurt. But through the experience I came to clearly understand that I am much more interested in eating locally, supporting the farmer's market and my CSA, and the locally raised chickens, wild salmon and mammals. Someday I hope to raise and forage for the things I eat, but for now, I'll just have to work with my little garden and the fresh veggies and fruit it provides.
I saw a bumper sticker as I biked around Portland yesterday that read "Think Before You Eat". I don't know the agenda of the bumper sticker maker (could be PETA, could be Jenny Craig), but the way I interpret the statement, it means to be mindful of where my food came from, who grew and harvested it, and not limit by some arbitrary food classification what I will and won't eat. I think it's better to eat eggs from a small Seattle area farm than bananas from South America, for instance.
04 April 2011
I have been known to plan my day out, hour by hour, just like Mr Franklin....
(image credit: http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/07/30/can-do/)
Now if I could just get the whole doing-good-all-the-time ball rolling (somehow, I don't think that organizing my yarn stash--much as it pleases me--counts towards worldly good).