Speaking of locavores

November 16, 2007

Since I’m currently obsessed with the local food movement, courtesy of animal, vegetable, miracle, this was a fun thing to stumble over on the internet today;

We Only Read Local Dictionaries

Locavore is New Oxford American Dictionary Word of the Year

Posted at 10:48 AM on 16 Nov 2007

The word “locavore” has received the esteemed honor of being the New Oxford American Dictionary 2007 Word of the Year. For you non-locavores, the word is defined as “a person who endeavors to eat only locally produced food.” It was coined about two years ago by four San Francisco women who popularized the idea of the 100-mile diet.

P.S. This counts as a post. It does!



November 11, 2007

[Background: for health reasons, NSG hasn’t eaten wheat or sugar in years]. 

NSG: If you could eat only thing for every meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Me: Could it have multiple ingredients, or just be one thing?

NSG: Whatever you want. And you don’t have to worry about rickets and scurvy, or becoming a big tub of lard or anything.

Me: Okay… How about white pasta with hot peppers and lots of cheese and veggies, and maybe chicken sausage. What about you?

NSG: Maybe plain dosa. Or vegetable pakora. Or chocolate cake. Or – oooh! I know! Ants on a log!

Me: [silence]

NSG: Huh. Maybe I’ve been on this crazy diet for a little too long.

I think I hurt myself

November 10, 2007

Tonight this woman and company (very cute company, I will add), introduced me to the pleasures of Diwali.

This included copious amounts of home-made Indian food and holy cow (not literally).

I may never recover from tonight’s pig-out, but I’ll die happy.

On a (local) roll

November 9, 2007

That last post was fun – not just because of all of your fierce-mama comments that made me happy to have this community, but also because it felt a little like an on-line book club.

Next up: Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. She, her husband, and her 2 daughters wrote this together about their year of eating only home-grown or locally-produced food. I love food writing, I love eating, and having our 5-years-and-counting CSA membership makes me feel both virtuous and full (an excellent combination). So I’ve been very excited about this book.

They planted a huge garden and decided to purchase only foods grown in their own community. They each got to choose one exception, as long as it was something that could be purchased in a way that supported organic farming and put as much money as possible into the pocket of the farmer – coffee was a no-brainer. She can get a little preachy at times, but it’s tempered by genuinely useful (and frightening) information about how, for example, you actually end up with asparagus on your plate in the dead of a New England winter or what a family of four can do with 400 pounds of homegrown tomatoes, and by stories and recipes written by her older daughter.

Now I’m walking around obsessed. The idea of buying locally grown foods isn’t new to me – it’s why we joined a CSA in the first place, and I think that environmentally-sensitive eating is probably the new black among certain segments of the population. But this has gotten me to a whole different level, and now I feel like I’m tasting the gasoline that facilitated the path of that New Zealand apple from the other side of the world into my fridge. Even the local co-op, usually pretty good about stocking locally-grown food, has peppers from Holland right now, even though they’re actually in season right now.

I’ve gotten to be pretty good about freezing berries and corn and the like when they’re in season, and my sister-in-law (back when we were actually spending time together) taught me to make sauerkraut and kimchi so I could manage the zillion heads of cabbage that come our way every fall. I’m still a little afraid of actually canning, though, which I know would help. Besides that, it seems like we’re shit out of luck in a New England winter, especially in the city.

So I’m looking for your ideas. What do you to do buy more local food, put more food up when it’s in season (without being Martha Freakin’ Stewart or sweating to death while canning every weekend of July and August), or otherwise support the locals?

And if you read the book, what did you think?

Because mostly I’m crabby but this is better

August 8, 2007

Summer favorites… see any themes here? (Click to enlarge)

Summer favorites

(Two of these are my neighborhood. One is where we spent our honeymoon. Any guesses?)

Food, marriage, business, and politics

June 12, 2007

 As usual these days, I have posts brewing in my head that just aren’t making it to the screen. So here are the lecks and shmecks for this week:

A few weeks back, the pediatrician gave us carte blanche to feed Roo just about anything he would eat. Suddenly, after months of being the most uninterested solid-food eater on the block, we can’t feed him fast enough. He’s eating 35-40 ounces of formula a day (I think this is what they mean by “eating us out of house and home”), plus 3-4 meals and a couple of snacks. Where does it go? He doesn’t even weigh 18 pounds.

Since the edict from the pediatrician, everything we’ve put in front of Roo has gone straight down the hatch, including, but by no means limited to: masala dosa, pickles, lemons, limes, grilled peppers, feta cheese, black beans with cumin and chili powder, spicy spanish rice, curried tofu, buckwheat waffles, and sauerkraut.

While this eat-everything-in-sight window is open, I want to give him as many things as we can. Any ideas about how long we get this before we get into picky-toddler eating?


NSG’s new business has suddenly come together. A few months back, we decided to start a family day care. With lots of ever-so-collegial TA from Clementine, we managed to get things off the ground and figure out systems and set-up. We got our first deposit – from the mom of a baby due next week – before we even advertised. And then weeks went by, we showed the place to a million people, and – nothing. We alternated who panicked on any given day. And suddenly last week all of our spaces filled up, and we’re even sitting on a waiting list. I’m not surprised, but I am amazed that it all came together like this. The best part is seeing how happy NSG is with this business. Nannying – which she’s been doing so she can bring home a salary and have Roo with her – just sucks. She works for a great family, and there are tons of perks, but it’s the nature of that beast. It’s time for her to be her own boss, and I’m busy doing the happy dance for her – and for us.


Thursday our state legislature is voting, for what feels like the 400th time, on the amendment to ban same-gender marriage. This is IT: if we kill it, it’s over, if it passes, it goes to a referendum. I’m trying not to feel pessimistic, but the get-thee-to-the-State-House emails are coming fast and furious, and everyone is being cagey about how the numbers look on the vote, which feels like bad news.

I can’t STAND the idea that our neighbors get to say have a say in what rights we get. The fact that they would have this say almost four years after we got these rights is just an extra kick in the teeth. 

Stay tuned. Roo and I will be down at the State House on Thursday, so I’ll write about it either here or over at Lesbian Family dot org.

On that note, I leave you with this (click the thumbnail so you can actually read it):


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November 5, 2006

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