<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490</id><updated>2011-11-23T16:44:55.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slowcavore's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Taking a path towards local eating and greener living, one step at a time.
&lt;br&gt;Slowing down enough to become a more conscious consumer.
&lt;br&gt;Rambling about life in slower lower Delaware.
&lt;br&gt;Living La Vida Locavore.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-7554318861393510952</id><published>2008-10-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:38:56.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with it all</title><content type='html'>I've definitely not been having an easy time keeping up with everything: This blog, the CSA veggies, my own tomatoes, all have been neglected. At least the blog doesn't turn brown, gather fruit flies or start smelling funny if I neglect it for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at least got in and cleared out my tomato jungle yesterday. By the time I was done, there were more vines pulled out than left in, but what was left had a number of still potentially viable tomatoes still on the vine, so we'll get the last of that harvest.  We've not been eating at home as much as we should. I'm still eating mostly local foods when we do - that's a lot easier to do when that's mostly what you have in the house! The last dinner I fixed was chicken from The Farm, spaghetti squash from Community Organics, and salad from Swallow Acres and Community Organics. Unfortunately, the last dinner I ATE was from "Fish On," though it was seriously yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these crazy financial times, I want to put in another plug for &lt;a href="http://www.moneyning.com/"&gt;MoneyNing&lt;/a&gt;. I subscribe to this blog by email since he does a good job of explaining what's going on nationally and globally, and has good suggestions on what we can do individually. I'm hoping to &lt;a href="http://moneyning.com/free-stuff/enjoy-starbucks-without-guilt-giveaway/"&gt;win a Starbucks card&lt;/a&gt; from them; I can't cost-justify Starbucks normally, so this would be such a lovely treat! I probably wouldn't get something prepared there, though - this would be my excuse to get some good teas and coffees for home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-7554318861393510952?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/7554318861393510952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=7554318861393510952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7554318861393510952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7554318861393510952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/10/keeping-up-with-it-all.html' title='Keeping up with it all'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-4188429900843693512</id><published>2008-08-31T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:51:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggplant pepper spread yumminess</title><content type='html'>Take the eggplants (stems removed) and sweet peppers (seeds and stems removed) from my CSA that are starting to look not-so-good (which still leaves a whole bunch that still look good, with more arriving this week) and toss them into the oven at 350 until they collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take several large cloves of garlic from the CSA and run it through the mini food processor with some olive oil until thoroughly smushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrape the innards out of the eggplant and do a token removal of skin from the peppers. Toss all the good stuff into the food processor. Add some salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat large quantities of this with crackers while dicking around online since it's too damn hot to do all that much outside (I already gathered another large vat of tomatoes and did a bunch of weeding) and I'm using BabyGrand napping as my excuse for not doing much inside (I am doing laundry though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom nom nom nom nom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-4188429900843693512?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/4188429900843693512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=4188429900843693512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4188429900843693512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4188429900843693512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/eggplant-pepper-spread-yumminess.html' title='Eggplant pepper spread yumminess'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8051562885089224554</id><published>2008-08-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:28:56.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporting local businesses</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's not just about consuming things that are grown here. I've started also being very conscious about supporting locally produced goods, and locally-owned businesses.  And no, that's NOT just an excuse to continue to drink Dogfish Head Beer! ::grin::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered one online today that has me squealing with Cute Overload: &lt;a href="http://www.snanimals.com/index.html"&gt;Snanimals.com&lt;/a&gt;, which makes hand-painted baby and toddler shoes and accessories. With BG's shoe fetish and bug obsession, I definitely see a pair of Ladybug Mary Janes in her future.  It's a mama-run small business, which of course makes it even more special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8051562885089224554?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8051562885089224554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8051562885089224554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8051562885089224554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8051562885089224554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/supporting-local-businesses.html' title='Supporting local businesses'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5255706510190672404</id><published>2008-08-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:42:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local leftovers</title><content type='html'>I just commented to someone on twitter about this blog, then thought to myself that with the chaos of the start of the semester, I'm really not doing all that well with local eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked down at what I was eating: Leftover mashed potatoes made with local potatoes, local milk, and butter made by one of my farmer friends from raw milk from pastured cows purchased from just one state over, topped with leftover sauce from another meal that is made primarily from local tomatoes, peppers, garlic, and tomatillos. The only things not local in this meal are the salt, pepper, olive oil and onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around 75% of last night's dinner was tomatoes from my own garden. Tomatoes that I am, in fact, practically drowning in, as many rot on the vine because I can't pick them fast enough and most get tossed into the freezer since I can't eat what I pick fast enough. Yesterday I picked at least two gallons of tomatoes. What really cracked me up was when my CSA, to try and make up for accidentally selling my melon from last week's share, included extra tomatoes this week. Gaaaaaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all pretty damned good, I think, for being in that time of year when I don't feel like I have two minutes to think about what I'm going to eat. And it fits perfectly into my primary goal, which is to get to the point where local eating isn't something I'm making a deliberate effort to do, it's just automatically what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except tomorrow night, when I'll be dogging pulled pork sandwiches, cole slaw and french fries, plus perhaps a brew or two: I'm taking Elder Granddaughter, who is so very excited to see a presidential candidate whose skin is close to her own light coppery cafe au lait color, to the biggest local party for watching Obama's acceptance speech. I'm counting (obviously) on an Obama win this November, and I want her to have lots of distinct high-energy memories of this historical moment: I want her to be in her fifties, talking about her memories of where she was and what she was doing, first when Obama was nominated then when he was elected.  Some things are far more important than local eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5255706510190672404?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5255706510190672404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5255706510190672404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5255706510190672404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5255706510190672404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/local-leftovers.html' title='Local leftovers'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-4067206483239851829</id><published>2008-08-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:27:18.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imam Bayildi</title><content type='html'>I lived in Turkey for most of the time I was in high school (waaaay back in the early 70's), and there was so much to love about that country including the food. I haven't eaten eggplant for a couple of decades because for a while it was doing nasty things to me even with one bite, but I was getting so much from my CSA (plus my reactions to other foods had changed so much) that I decided to try fixing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one eggplant dish that I particularly loved, that would also address our over-abundance of tomatoes, and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.turkishcookbook.com/2006/03/eggplant-with-veggie-filling.php"&gt;Binnur's Turkish Cookbook&lt;/a&gt; recipe blog, I finally found it and was reminded of its name: Imam Bayildi, or "The Imam Fainted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used his recipe as inspiration but made some changes, some intended some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I sliced open two small round eggplants , cut strips of peel from the outside including one carefully planned to help the halves lay flat, and then salted them all and let them sit for about a half-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sauteed up ann onion in a bunch of good olive oil, then added a bunch of chopped tomato and crushed garlic plus a big spoonful of sugar, and set it to simmer. When it was reduced, I took it out of the pan (my Granny's deep cast iron "chicken pan") and added more chopped tomato since I wanted some chunkiness. I washed out the pan, added more olive oil, then sauteed the eggplant on all sides (rinsed and squeezed it out first, of course).  I then took the eggplant sections and did my best to create an opening in them -- part by cutting them open, part by scooping out seeds, part by just mushing around the insides. I set them back into the pan (which still had the olive oil) and then spooned the tomato mixture into them. I then added some water (about 1/4") to the pan on top of the oil, turned the heat to low, covered the pan, and just let it cook for around an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. It was SOOOOOOO good. You're supposed to serve it cold or at room temp, but I couldn't resist taking a few bites while they were still hot, but it really was even better once it had cooled down. And my stomach didn't complain about the eggplant either so I guess my system is ok with them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very highly recommend it for anyone faced with excess eggplant and tomatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-4067206483239851829?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/4067206483239851829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=4067206483239851829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4067206483239851829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4067206483239851829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/imam-bayildi.html' title='Imam Bayildi'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5916592729216534646</id><published>2008-08-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:59:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a challenging time of year for me</title><content type='html'>Gardens - my own and our CSA's - are going gangbusters, we just got back from 10 days in California and so we're seriously backlogged, our garden is bombarding us with tomatoes. And on top of this, I'm back to work getting ready for the start of the semester which often puts me in a place where I barely have time to grab fries and a milkshake from Hardee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hanging in there. Today, having no other ideas for dealing with too many eggplants and tomatoes, I made a favorite food from my teenage-years in Turkey: Imam Bayildi, or eggplant slow roasted in olive oil and stuffed with onions, garlic, and lots of very fresh tomatoes. I'm a little nervous: I haven't eaten eggplant in many years because it consistently does not like me at all. But so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so delicious, I need to get some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5916592729216534646?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5916592729216534646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5916592729216534646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5916592729216534646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5916592729216534646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-challenging-time-of-year-for-me.html' title='This is a challenging time of year for me'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8324041494707584097</id><published>2008-08-14T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:35:51.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to real [Married!] life!</title><content type='html'>We're back home, and after over a week of indulging in the exquisite food that is offered in the foodie-heaven of the San Francisco Bay area, it's definitely time to get back on track. We have a couple weeks of CSA foods to catch up on (though much is getting tossed into the freezer) plus the tomatoes are going gangbusters, so a whole lot of those are getting frozen as well. They are sooooo delicious, though; there is just nothing like a sandwich of cheese, fresh basil, a bit of onion and sweet Italian frying pepper sauteed in a really good olive oil, and super-thick slices of a perfectly ripe tomato. YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in SF I got to dine at &lt;a href="http://www.chezpanisse.com/"&gt;Chez Panisse&lt;/a&gt;, one of the first restaurants that proved to the world that you can have delicious gourmet-quality food that is made with local, natural, seasonal ingredients.  We also went to several others that claimed to focus on local, natural ingredients, though not to the degree that Chez Panisse is famous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding went beautifully, especially for something planned at the last minute. Some pictures &lt;a href="http://rebelmamas.com/leslie/weddingpics/"&gt;are posted here&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to a talented friend who did it all with her toddler strapped to her back! I wish I had more pics of the front and inside of the beautiful old house, now a bed &amp;amp; breakfast called &lt;a href="http://noesnest.com/"&gt;Noe's Nest&lt;/a&gt;, where we held the ceremony. You can see the garden in the pictures, and the house itself is every bit as lovely. I stayed there last year, and highly recommend it to anyone staying in the San Francisco area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, just after having been declared legal spouses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rebelmamas.com/leslie/weddingpics/content/bin/images/large/IMG_4211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://rebelmamas.com/leslie/weddingpics/content/bin/images/large/IMG_4211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8324041494707584097?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8324041494707584097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8324041494707584097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8324041494707584097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8324041494707584097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-real-married-life.html' title='Back to real [Married!] life!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8415261088920559353</id><published>2008-07-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:01:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to San Francisco and we're gonna get ma-a-a-ried</title><content type='html'>Yup. American Family Association, you can blow that up your sanctimonious holier than thou butts! Have fun boycotting McDonald's: I'm off in a few weeks to get hitched!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is slightly last-minute: I just found out Thursday that, much to everyone's surprise, the budget was approved for me to go to a geekazoid conference in San Francisco the first week in August. Long story short, Partner decided to join me once it's over, we're going to have a little mini-vacation, and we're going to get married!  We'd always planned to have both a small civil and a larger personal wedding, thinking we'd do the civil one in Canada on a "honeymoon" but this just moves the civil one up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we'll be required to relinquish our legal rights as a married couple at the SFO security check-in, but we'll just go with the hope that in our lifetime we will see our marriage recognized in our state and by our country.  It's the same hope that Mildred and Richard Loving had when they traveled to DC to marry, since their home state of VA prohibited their interracial marriage, and not only would not recognize their relationship as valid but could potentially arrest them for it, just like queerfolk could be arrested in many states until the Supreme Court finally ruled that the law has no business poking their noses into what grownups choose to do in the privacy of their own bedrooms. In the delightfully named landmark 1967 Supreme Court case, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving vs. Virginia&lt;/span&gt;, the court ruled that despite Virginia's argument that it wasn't discrimination by race since both the white person and the person of color were considered to be breaking the law, and because both were free to marry someone of their own race, it was in fact discrimination, and those "radical judges" dismantled all of the laws that set race-based limits on who you were allowed to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that our country gets its head out of its ass soon and stops acting as if our loving each other is somehow going to dismantle the institution of marriage. Marriage in most countries is strictly a civil institution; we are doing what most people around the world do, which is to have a short simple civil ceremony which legally binds us, separate from a friends, family, ritual, religion, music and mojitos ceremony and reception that has no legal status. Allowing us to be married isn't going to force a homophobic minister, from a church that believes in a God who would actually damn us to hell for loving each other while taking into heaven the mass-murderer who accepted Christ in his heart just before getting zapped, to perform our wedding ceremonies. It simply will give us the right to have our relationships given the same legal status as heterosexual couples are allowed to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough rambling. Now, what the HELL am I going to wear, and where are we going to DO this, seeing how SF town hall is booked solid? Who knew that even a little short ceremony like we're having could take so much work?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goin' to San Francisco, and we're... gonna get ma-a-a-ried... gee I really love you and we're... gonna get ma-a-aried... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8415261088920559353?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8415261088920559353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8415261088920559353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8415261088920559353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8415261088920559353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/07/goin-to-san-francisco-and-were-gonna.html' title='Goin&apos; to San Francisco and we&apos;re gonna get ma-a-a-ried'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-3801236507172498887</id><published>2008-07-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:53:44.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost enough of a reason to eat at McDonald's</title><content type='html'>Even before I started consciously working to eat locally and reduce the amount of processed foods in my diet, I was never a big fan of Micky-D's. Even when fast food was a regular part of my diet, their fast food was usually pretty low on my list of preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the American Family Association has just called for a boycott of McDonald's because of their"choosing to put the full weight of their corporation behind promoting [the homosexual] agenda." Yes, folks, McD's has donated a breathtaking $20,000 (that's probably a whole two minutes profit!) to an organization that lobby's at the federal level for equal protection laws.  AFA was particularly outraged that McD's response to their protests was to label it hate speech. The email I received coached me through how to contact the manager of my local McDonald's (even providing a link to get the phone number) and "Tell him or her (in a polite manner) that you will be boycotting McDonald's until they stop promoting the pro-homosexual agenda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost makes me want to put away the stuff I have set out for tonight's dinner -- local trout which I planned to sautee in fresh local butter with a sauce of fresh local onions, garlic, tomatoes and arugula; a salad of lettuce that I watched being picked from where it was planted tucked into little shady spots in the garden in order to get it to grow in the summer's heat, cucumbers picked this morning, herbs, and more tomatoes, garlic and arugula; and grilled tiny patty pan squash -- and go get a couple of Big Macs, fries, and super-size sodas, just to make my support for the "homosexual agenda" perfectly &lt;strike&gt;queer&lt;/strike&gt; clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe not. OK, definitely not. But perhaps I will send an email to McD's corporate office expressing my thanks for their support. After I finish preparing a delicious local meal for my beloved same-sex spouse and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-3801236507172498887?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/3801236507172498887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=3801236507172498887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/3801236507172498887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/3801236507172498887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-enough-of-reason-to-eat-at.html' title='Almost enough of a reason to eat at McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-6262279753905944949</id><published>2008-07-07T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:36:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curbside recycling for dummies</title><content type='html'>Unlike folks in most urban areas, recycling is considered optional around here, and is not included in most communities' trash service. This is not surprising considering that a good many folks either don't have a trash service or privately contract with their service of choice, so outside of town or community borders, on a single block there may be six different trash services pick up during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or two ago they started a fee-based curbside recycling program, but I didn't bother signing up. For one thing, you needed to keep four separate containers and only set certain ones out on certain days, and that was just too complex for me; it was easier to just bring stuff to the recycling center myself. Also, I thought it was really expensive - $36 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a few months ago they switched the recycling centers over so that all you had to separate out was corrugated cardboard and old batteries and everything else could be dumped together, I figured that they might have also done the same with the curbside recycling. Finally tonight I checked, and not only did I find that I was right about now just needing a single bin, I was also seriously wrong about the cost. It wasn't $36 a month, it was $36 for six months. Buh-DOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're now signed up. It's not that I minded going to the recycling center, but I never managed to go often enough to keep things from seriously piling up in here. Now I can just dump the stuff outside in the Big Can, and take it to the curb every other week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-6262279753905944949?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/6262279753905944949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=6262279753905944949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6262279753905944949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6262279753905944949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/07/curbside-recycling-for-dummies.html' title='Curbside recycling for dummies'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-482177992083487609</id><published>2008-07-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:24:04.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get much better than this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch/brunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shallots sauteed in butter until lightly brown, tossed in a handful of roughly chopped arugula and fresh tarragon, then scrambled two eggs and served  veggies on top of the eggs: All local/natural/small farm except for the salt &amp;amp; pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porterhouse steak, potatoes cooked with turnips and garlic and mashed with butter and milk, and a salad with radish, kohlrabi, and onion: All local/natural/small farm except for olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt &amp;amp; pepper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-482177992083487609?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/482177992083487609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=482177992083487609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/482177992083487609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/482177992083487609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-doesnt-get-much-better-than-this.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get much better than this'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-9156198864872797603</id><published>2008-07-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:22:40.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the groove</title><content type='html'>I'm actually surprised at how natural it already feels to be doing as much local eating as we're doing. Without any specific plan or effort, almost all of our dinners for the past two weeks were based primarily on local foods, except for ingredients that aren't available locally such as salt, pepper, oil, balsamic vinegar, and lemon. The major ingredients that weren't local were either organic (polenta, lemon), or using up the last of things that were in the freezer from before this journey began (shrimp), or our only option for a meal that we could all share that our elder granddaughter would actually eat (pasta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good. I'm not putting any effort whatsoever into losing weight, but I've lost 8 pounds. &lt;a href="http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-my-body-taught-me.html"&gt;I found out firsthand&lt;/a&gt; what my body feels like when I stuff it too full for too long with too few veggies. I'm getting to know the people who provide my food, and the farms on which it's all produced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim and Aspen Bell at my CSA, &lt;a href="http://www.communityorganics.org/"&gt;Community Organics&lt;/a&gt;, who have introduced me to more new veggies than I'd imagined possible (new today: kohlrabi, which to me looks like an alien life form and feels like a bumpy lead-heavy softball) and to the joys of pastured beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa and Brooks Truitt at &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/farms/M22060"&gt;Swallow Acres Farm&lt;/a&gt;, a new CSA in my town where I get flowers  (last week an all-herbal bouquet) and whatever produce "Farmer Tim" doesn't have that week, and who introduced me to the joys of shallots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carolyn Donald at &lt;a href="http://www.delawareorganics.com/thefarm.html"&gt;The Farm&lt;/a&gt; where I just picked up three delicious freshly processed pastured chickens from her organic chicken farm (plus an extra helping of chicken livers --seriously YUM when they're from organic chickens!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy Meddick of &lt;a href="http://good4uorganic.com/"&gt;Good For You Organic Market and Farm&lt;/a&gt;, where I get much of my other foods including things that will never be local in Delaware (citrus, avocados, and olive oils to name just a few), and delicious prepared foods made from local organic ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend Bill Stevenson of &lt;a href="http://www.historiclewesfarmersmarket.org/market-vendors/"&gt;Eggs of a Feather&lt;/a&gt;, who has many times gifted me with eggs, chicken-poop enriched leaf mulch for my garden, the offer to teach me how to fillet fresh regionally caught bluefish, and his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What's delightful is that I now know these people. I have had enjoyable multi-faceted conversations with most of them. I have seen their farms and farming practices. I have watched them pull foods from the ground that I'm preparing and eating just a short time later. I have petted their goats, been chased by their geese, and held their babies. There is not only no substitute for truly fresh foods, there is equally no substitute for these connections to where my foods are grown, prepared, and distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's equally wonderful to me is that I'm glorying in reconnecting with what has always been one of my favorite creative outlets: Cooking. I've always loved to cook, and started doing all the cooking for my family when I was 14; I was the only kid in college who, instead of going home for a home-cooked meal, would call to say I'd be home and hear, "Oh!! Wonderful! I've been missing good food! What do you want me to pick up from the store for you to cook?" I've always been a creative cook who finds it very difficult to follow a recipe since I have an almost obsessive need to tweak it to make it my own, not always with the best results but sometimes with spectacular results. I love cookbooks, cooking magazines, cooking website sites and forums, but they exist in my life for inspiration, not to dictate how I make things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with cooking as my creative outlet, it feels like I'm an artist who has been cranking out paint-by-numbers for the past several years, and that I've finally once again pulled out my oils and canvases and reconnected with my muse. I never quite imagined that I'd find so much inspiration in the season's first cherry tomatoes, in an overabundance of greens, in a bunch of radishes, or in a trout that was swimming just an hour before I picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. So's the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-9156198864872797603?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/9156198864872797603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=9156198864872797603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9156198864872797603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9156198864872797603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-into-groove.html' title='Getting into the groove'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-6487308696518585475</id><published>2008-06-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:36:57.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a change at Wal-Mart!</title><content type='html'>You may have read my earlier post on &lt;a href="http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/wal-mart-vs-bringing-your-own-bags.html"&gt;Wal-Mart vs. Bringing Your Own Bags&lt;/a&gt;, where I wrote about my experiences trying to buy and use reusable shopping bags at my local Wal-Mart.  Soon after I wrote that post, I wrote a letter to the manager of that Wal-Mart outlining the benefits of better training for their staff and a better setup for use of reusable bags. Less than a week later, I received a phone call from the Manager there, but I had just that day left to go out of town for over two weeks so I never had a chance to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I went back into that Wal-Mart, and I just have to say, WOW! I have no idea how much difference my letter made or if it was something that was already on their agenda, but today's visit was a wonderful surprise. I'd forgotten my bags again but knowing that their bags are only $1 and that they are sturdy and useful for so many other things, I went in search of another bag to buy. I asked someone out on the floor where they had them stocked (since the last time I was in there, I only saw them in the greenhouse area), and she told me that they're now at every register, and that my cashier can pack my purchases right into them as I check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the registers, but didn't see any bags where I'd expected to see them -- hanging somewhere around the magazines and candy. I asked where they were, and was delighted to have the answer pointed out to me: Every cashier-run checkout carousel was set up with reusable bags in one or more of the bagging stations, available not just for sale but ready for the cashier to snip off the tag and start bagging your items. Bags were also at the smaller "20 items or less" registers, though I didn't see any at the self-checkout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager isn't in today but I plan to call her tomorrow to thank her for taking this action. I don't know yet how much my letter had to do with it, but I'd like to think that it wasn't just a coincidence. I'd like to think that one person making a request really can make a difference, even in a store such as Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all grocery stores will start making reusable bags easily available, and will train their staff, set up their checkout areas, and establish procedures to make using reusable bags relatively effortless for both the company and the consumer. And if your local store doesn't already have that in place, write to the manager and request it: You never know what might happen as a result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-6487308696518585475?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/6487308696518585475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=6487308696518585475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6487308696518585475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6487308696518585475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-change-at-wal-mart.html' title='What a change at Wal-Mart!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-4386586741622252825</id><published>2008-06-16T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:08:46.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons my body taught me</title><content type='html'>Lesson learned: If I spend a month or two eating lots and lots of fresh veggies and relatively small portions of meats, processed foods and low-fiber starches, then I decide for a week of vacation to stuff my body with lots of meats, carbs, and relatively few fresh foods, my body will rebel, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's surprising to me is that my eating this past week really hasn't been all that bad. I still took home a LOT of leftovers (i.e. kept overall portion size reasonable - most of the time anyway). I've eaten no fast food and relatively little in the way of sweets/desserts/sodas. Most of my meals weren't all that bad when evaluated by themselves (well, ok, so maybe I should have skipped the chicken fried steak &amp;amp; gravy but it's a once in a blue moon thing).  But the lack of veggies and the excess of fried foods and the larger portion sizes over the past 10 days finally made my body rebel, and last evening I was feeling quite ill as a result. (TMI alert!) It doesn't at all help that when I'm traveling, I don't take the time to go to the bathroom as often as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to get back on track, though. I stopped by Spring Ridge Creamery (local, no hormones or antibiotics but I didn't ask what the cows are fed) for some local butter, feta and havarti (ok, ok, and two scoops of chocolate ice cream- YUM!). I tried several local produce stands but their stock was heavy on things like watermelons for the tourists, and the only local food I found were some squash which are not my favorites. I ended up at the grocery store, and was pleased to find regional organic spring mix and locally made organic bread, plus I got some organic olive oil  and some garlic-stuffed olives. Dinner tonight was a huge salad including lots of snack veggies (left over from last week's gathering of siblings at my parents' house on the night before we took them out for their 50th anniversary), along with raisins, grapes, and the feta cheese, dressed very lightly with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and salt &amp;amp; pepper, plus a wedge of bread and butter. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body just feels happier.  It's telling me very clearly that I need to keep eating like this, and not like I have this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but that chicken fried steak was soooooo good, as was the fried okra, the ribs and onion rings, the seared tuna and creme brule at the little French bistro in town, the Mexican food, the Pad Thai and Thai curries...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-4386586741622252825?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/4386586741622252825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=4386586741622252825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4386586741622252825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4386586741622252825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-my-body-taught-me.html' title='Lessons my body taught me'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5232208463580720275</id><published>2008-06-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:44:14.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons My Granny Taught Me</title><content type='html'>I'm at my parents, preparing to stay here for two weeks while they take a much deserved 50th wedding anniversary vacation across Canada by train. Originally I was to be here to take care of my Granny, who until recently lived with them, but Alzheimer's and other illnesses have taken so much of a toll on her that she is now in a nursing home and receiving hospice care, so my role now is to visit her each day, enjoy the precious time I have left with her even though she doesn't fully remember who I am, and take care of whatever needs to be done if something were to happen to her while my parents are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized all along that so much of who I am in general, and of what makes this journey towards a sustainable lifestyle seem attainable to me, is because of my Granny. Words written by someone like me, with no great skill at translating raw emotion into something that allows someone else to understand those feelings, don't begin to describe what she means to me. She is the person who taught me what unconditional love and support really feels and looks and sounds like. She is the one who showed me that women can be both strong and nurturing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today in Plenty/The 100 Mile Diet, about how many people are now many generations removed from raising and preserving their own foods and being close to and aware of their food sources. It made me realize how blessed I am to have the knowledge that it can be done: My Granny, alone, tilled, planted, tended, and harvested a garden twice the size of her home, fed some of those foods to her family just minutes after harvest, and preserved others through canning and freezing to eat throughout the year. I remember the soil, brown and rich enough to tempt my toddler brother to eat it. I remember the pantry off the carport, its shelves to the ceiling filed with double rows of beans, beets, tomatoes, apple butter, jelly, the chest freezer, big enough to drown in, stocked with everything from bread she had gotten on sale to meat from a local farmer/butcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grieve that there is so much of this that she can no longer remember. I regret that I never had any interest in learning these skills from her when she had the strength and memory to teach them. It makes me intensely determined to remember for her. I want to work towards having a garden that is large and diverse enough to provide much of my family's sustenance and stop making excuses about being too busy; after all, she did all of the work on hers after long days of factory work, still caring at various times of her life for three children, or a sick husband, or a dependent daughter and granddaughter.  I want to learn to can, to someday see shelves in my basement lined with beets and beans and apple butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to look down from the heaven that she's been ready to go to for several years now, the heaven where she believes her beloved brothers and sisters are waiting for her, and see that the lessons that she taught with her life were not lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5232208463580720275?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5232208463580720275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5232208463580720275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5232208463580720275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5232208463580720275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-my-granny-taught-me.html' title='Lessons My Granny Taught Me'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-587554982605613190</id><published>2008-06-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:53:19.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal living / accumulating wealth</title><content type='html'>It's interesting that many things that I read seem to presume that if you strive to live frugally, then you have no wealth and little likelihood of accumulating wealth, and conversely if you are working to attain wealth then you're not going to be interested in living frugally - you'll want to "enjoy" your wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed that I know people and I'm finding resources that defy that stereotype which really shouldn't be on in the first place. To paraphrase a saying at much too late at night to remember the exact original, most folks don't get to be rich by spending their money foolishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have issues with but am trying to feel some acceptance for the word Wealth. A piece written by Professor Steven Hackett at Humbolt State University for his ECON309 class titled "&lt;a href="http://www.humboldt.edu/%7Eenvecon/econ_309/quest2.html"&gt;Economics, the Environment, and Sustainability&lt;/a&gt;" includes the question, "What is the meaning of wealth in a more sustainable society?" One part of his definition of wealth in that context is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough nutritious, healthy, tasty food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Access to clean water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meaningful work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Support for maintaining physical and mental health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opportunity to meaningfully participate in democratic                  decision-making that affects ones life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Physical security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adequate shelter for physical comfort and security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freedom from exposure to harmful chemicals and                  radiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opportunity to live near and visit areas of natural                  beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So it's been with those ideas in mind that part of this journey I'm on must include not just the isolated act of eating locally, but the bigger goal of living frugally in order to attain this particularly type of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skills that might help me towards this goal are mixed. On the good side, I'm someone who managed to go from being told ten years ago that I have no choice but to declare bankruptcy, to now having zero credit card debt, a home with a reasonable amount of equity and a fixed-rate mortgage on which we do value-raising renovations all paid in cash. We have emergency savings, retirement savings, and we pay extra on everything in hopes to have our mortgage paid before we retire.  We have a basic budget that definitely includes the old adage of paying ourselves first (savings, retirement, etc.), and so the everyday money management skills are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the long term skills really pretty much suck. I have my retirement money diversified in a bunch of different money market accounts that I pretty much picked randomly. That is not good. I know it's not good. But any change I make will be another random choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I need to learn. I need to learn to take the financial results of our frugal, careful living and invest it in ways that will not only allow us to have a sustainable and sufficient cashflow when we retire, but will also allow us to do things that we feel are important: Help our grandchildren go to college. Provide scholarships. Contribute in various ways to the local immigrant community. So many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's one of my current goals: Learn to live more frugally, and learn to accumulate wealth, as defined from a more sustainable-lifestyle perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at a lot of different things that could help to that regard, and I just linked one of them to my blog: Money Ning, which is a personal finance blog written in a way that I think could help me with this goal. There is some good serious advice there, as well as things such as a post justifying a Wii as a good investment. Some of the advice given is UK specific, but I like the general tone and hope to keep up. I'm hoping to find other blogs that will help me towards this goal as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-587554982605613190?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/587554982605613190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=587554982605613190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/587554982605613190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/587554982605613190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/frugal-living-accumulating-wealth.html' title='Frugal living / accumulating wealth'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5556458407937495944</id><published>2008-06-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:32:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I didn't expect to be hard to give up</title><content type='html'>I'm realizing that in order to eat local, there aren't just foods that we'll have to give up, there are subcategories of foods that are available, but not in the way we're used to having them. The big issue continues to be meat: I still haven't found a source for local fish and seafood, which was until now our primary animal protein source. I did find a source for chicken, but I'm realizing that if we stick to eating local, there's no more buying packs of leg/thigh quarters so that we only have the pieces that we each enjoy the most (Partner prefers legs, I prefer thighs). There's no more buying a bag of wings to stick on the grill and munch on. There's no more buying chicken already cut up or deboned. It was already an interesting experience to take three freshly-processed hens and cut them up into pieces, cut out the backs to go into the parts bag for stock and soups. But I can see now that we're going to work our way through the dark meat then have to create ways to use the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a Challenge update: One night down, 29 more to go. I can do this. I just have to keep remembering that it's all about self-control: I am more powerful than the cravings that lead me to fix foods I don't need, foods I'm not even hungry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one other serious local challenge: Lime. OK, not just lime - tequila (margaritas) and rum (mojitos), though there is a local brewery that makes their own rum. Even though the ingredients aren't local, I can still count it as local if it's distilled here, right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5556458407937495944?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5556458407937495944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5556458407937495944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5556458407937495944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5556458407937495944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-things-i-didnt-expect-to-be-hard.html' title='Some things I didn&apos;t expect to be hard to give up'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8586746932189631949</id><published>2008-05-31T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:27:40.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise for Pullet Eggs</title><content type='html'>I'd never had pullet eggs until Bill, my friend the egg farmer, gave me over a dozen of them last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become completely enamored of their size combined with their full pastured taste. I have had three "eggs in a basket" in the past three days: bread lightly grilled, two small holes cut out, eggs cracked and put into holes, season, cook until it's time to flip, flip, cook a bit more, flit yolk side up again onto the plate, then enjoy the warm yolk and the nutty grained bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fit like a good worry rock in your hand. Holding them makes you understand how folks can become so intreiged with creating exactly miniature houses, boats, airplanes. This is a perfect miniature egg, 50% scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're perfect for when you don't want as much as a full egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's poetry somewhere about pullet eggs. If not, then there should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8586746932189631949?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8586746932189631949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8586746932189631949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8586746932189631949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8586746932189631949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/praise-for-pullet-eggs.html' title='Praise for Pullet Eggs'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-3173164835867095453</id><published>2008-05-28T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:38:47.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How giving up late night eating can save the world</title><content type='html'>OK, so my giving up late night eating CAN'T save the world, I know that. But that's what I've decided to do for June in answer to &lt;a href="http://chilechews.blogspot.com/2008/05/quit-now-challenge.html"&gt;Chile's latest challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be obvious how that's related to local and sustainable living (even to me!).  But here's my thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As she puts it, "think about how hard it may be to have to give up multiple things at the same time. It will be tough! Maybe you can ease the transition later by learning to live without some things now."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Related to that, a big part of what I'm trying to do with this whole journey comes down to self-discipline. I need to have the self-discipline to do the extra work it takes to eat fresh, local foods, to preserve local foods for the winter and off-season, to grow my own foods, to do without many things that aren't available locally, to live my life as if there's less to have, even though at the moment I could have far more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's face it: I'm fat. I carry 185lbs on a 5'2" frame, which is a lot more that my body needs. I am politically, morally and deeply emotionally opposed to "dieting" as defined by current society's norms, and yet I fully realize that I will be a healthier person if I eat smaller portions of healthier, real foods. To give myself credit, I'm doing SO much better during the day -- my portion sizes have gone down dramatically, and the foods I eat have gone up substantially in quality and freshness. But not only is what I eat late at night food that I honestly don't need, it's normally crap food. And even on the nights that I have things like a bowl of oatmeal or last night's incredibly delicious fresh pheasant eggs (which I got from a friend who is a local egg farmer) , I don't need those things late at night!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food waste is part of the overall global problem, and putting food into my body that it seriously doesn't need is every bit as wasteful as dumping it into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So that's my goal for June: One month of no eating anything after 11pm.  I've been talking about needing to do this for a long time anyway, and if I can't do it just for myself, perhaps now I'll be able to do it as part of a bigger long-term goal of living a sustainable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(editing to say that I'm not going to promise to not eat after 11pm on the night I'll be hanging with my sibs at my parents or staying with my brother... there's too much of a tradition of staying up late, talking, and munching.  Realistically I need to make this challenge "no eating after 11 when it's just me alone.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-3173164835867095453?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/3173164835867095453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=3173164835867095453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/3173164835867095453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/3173164835867095453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-giving-up-late-night-eating-can.html' title='How giving up late night eating can save the world'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8995951169080684004</id><published>2008-05-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:32:07.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration and Addiction</title><content type='html'>I am a voracious reader by nature anyway, and now I try to read as much as I can related to this particular path I'm on. Books of course, by the dozens at times, but also blogs galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogs that I read regularly is &lt;a href="http://chilechews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chile Chews&lt;/a&gt;, "Eclectic musings on sustainable living, food, health and human-powered transportation... with a few rants thrown in for balance." Not only does what she write inspire me, she also offers up very specific challenges that just... well, they just make sense. They are things that I read and say, yes, this is something I want to address in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chilechews.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-your-addictions.html"&gt;Today's challenge&lt;/a&gt; is one that I most definitely want to address, though it's likely to be much harder than her last challenge of getting organized. This time she's challenging us to address our addictions, the ones that are barriers to learning to live the type of sustainable life that folks like me who regularly read her blog are presumably striving to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, well I just re-read her post and she hasn't officially made the challenge YET but she wants us to start thinking about it, so I'm going to write about it anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't give any of us an easy out. I can sit here all smug about my lack of addiction to cigarettes, alcohol or fast food, about how we've learned to let yellow mellow and we wear clothes multiple times and only wash full loads and we never go to or rent movies and we're not addicted to spending and live well within our means with no debt and relatively generous deposits each month into retirement and emergency funds, blah diddy blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about some of the things that I enjoy but don't truly NEED in my life, like iced tea and sugar? Or about things that I take completely for granted that, in a totally collapsed economy or with dramatic oil shortages, might not be available - like *gasp* toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I may hyperventilate a bit over the idea of going without toilet paper, specifically the extra-soft TP on which I splurge because of my particularly tender hiney, but I recognize that it is possible to live without it. After all, I'm from strong Appalachian stock and I grew up around real, actively used outhouses. Granted, by the time I was around to use them they were all regularly supplied with rolls of white paper, but I also know that there was a time in my Granny's history, back in the holler, where there was no TP. In fact, history tells us that somehow -- in ways I don't even want to THINK about -- folks used *shudder* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corn cobs&lt;/span&gt; to clean off stuck poop. Most definitely not something I want to consider if I don't absolutely have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do recognize that this overall lifestyle change I'm taking on is a process. I may not be anywhere close to considering giving up toilet paper (I'm a SLOWWWWcavore, remember?) but there are certainly many things that would put me one step closer towards living in a way that would benefit me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this challenge. What addiction am I ready to address, at least for a month? I want to take this seriously, but at the same time I know I'm not going to succeed with any addiction that I'm honestly not ready to let go of, like black tea or sugar or toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she's asking folks to just think about it, and thinking is something I can do. I have some limits, since though there are some things that I might be willing to take on if it were just me, I know that Partner would totally not buy into it, so I want to choose something that I can do without requiring the same commitment from others who aren't ready to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just off the top of my head, here are ten things that I will consider as my challenge project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper towels. &lt;/span&gt;This is a tough one for me because I'm a bit phobic about food nastiness, especially chicken goo or other things that might harbor nasty bugs that might make me sick, so I tend to wash my hands frequently while working with meat and dry them with paper towels just in case I missed something that I don't want to get on a real towel, plus I wipe up frequently with paper towels so that I can then throw it immediately away. Could I go a month without using any paper towels or napkins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The garbage can. &lt;/span&gt;I'm still not recycling or composting anywhere close to as much as I could.  What would it take for me to not put a single thing into the trash that wasn't truly trash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My car as transportation to my job which is only a mile away. &lt;/span&gt;Then again, I have three more days of work before summer break so this isn't exactly one that I could realistically take on now.  Scratch this one for now, but if I don't readdress it in the fall I have no damned business keeping this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keeping things powered on.&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to have to wait for my PC to boot up, the cable box to re-initialize, or to dig the charger out of the drawer.  Plus we have lots of things charging at any given time that are, in our current lives, necessities (ok, ok - addictions): Cordless tools, cordless vacs (who knew how much pugs shed?!?), rechargeable batteries (though that's overall a good thing, right?!?), cordless string trimmer...  What would it take for me to do some serious unplugging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sloth.&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, tonight I should have worked on the bathroom wiring, cleaned out the fridge, built my compost bin, or done SOMEthing more productive with the six hours since I've been home than cook dinner and make phone calls for a surprise thing that I don't want to name just in case the person who it applies to is reading. If I set some minimum amount of time each day to accomplish things that need to be done, at least on average, I could combat this addiction to inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late night eating. &lt;/span&gt;Of all of my eating habits, this is the one that is likely the greatest contributer to my over-weight, and the one that involves the most things that I really should not be eating. This so far seems like the strongest contender, though I've attempted to address  it before with little luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clutter. &lt;/span&gt;I have to admit that despite some significant gains in this area, I'm still addicted to clutter. I honestly almost need it around me. I'm not sure how to truly measure this one, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination.&lt;/span&gt; In a limited-resource world, procrastination could mean the difference between eating or not eating. There are a lot of things that I've been putting off for way too long that I could do. Perhaps I could make a list of things that I've been procrastinating on for weeks, months, years, and set some minimum number that I must accomplish during the month of this challenge. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Internet.&lt;/span&gt; This is a tough one because, just like you can't totally give up food because you need it to survive, I can't totally give up the Internet because I need it for my work, plus it's my primary means of communication with most of the people who are important to me (family and friends), and it's a primary means of learning about the things that are the very reason why I'm considering this challenge in the first place. But then again, I know I spend way too much time just surfing from blog to blog, checking and rechecking forums, researching this and that, wiki-ing, wooting. Another tough one for setting a measurable goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negativity. &lt;/span&gt;This could be an interesting one to take on which I truly believe would benefit me in all aspects of my life. What would my life be like if I stopped complaining, stopped ranting, stopped saying negative things about other people, stopped putting myself down, stopped staying "I can't," stopped making excuses?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Obviously I need to take on every one of these and many dozens more - eventually. But in the next few days I will choose one, and give it a shot, give it a month, see how I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add: &lt;/span&gt;I just realized that in order to address this realistically in the specified time period (or at least I think it's supposed to be done in June), it has to be something I can do while taking two full-day road trips (to and from western NC from Delaware), two half-day road trips (to and from Atlanta from western NC), and staying at my folk's house for two weeks while they're on a 50th anniversary vacation, including one week with Partner there and one week alone.  That makes a lot of my list pretty unrealistic for that specific time period, but there are still obviously some things that I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8995951169080684004?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8995951169080684004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8995951169080684004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8995951169080684004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8995951169080684004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspiration-and-addiction.html' title='Inspiration and Addiction'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-4100395355205826751</id><published>2008-05-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:38:30.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart vs. Bringing Your Own Bags</title><content type='html'>While I'm doing the best I can right now to eat locally, and I buy as much as I can of other things from the local natural foods market, regular grocery stores are still a necessity for me. And where I live, that means Wal-Mart, since there's nothing else within 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started bringing my own bags to Wal-Mart. Yeah, you can bet that gets me a lot of strange looks, but I don't mind being considered the town tree-hugger. I mean, come on, in our wee town I already get double-takes as the Town Jew, and Partner and I are already known about town as the Town Gay Couple (though in a positive way - we've had all good experiences, but that's not the point of this post), so why should it bother me to get strange looks for entering Wal-Mart lugging a bundle of Trader Joe's bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a PITA to check out there with your own bags, though, that it would easy to give up if it wasn't at the same time so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt, I thought it would be easier to use the self-checkout lines. Bad idea. The self checkout lines weigh your item as you put it into their bagging area, which is not big enough to set a self-pack bag, and it yells at you and requires you to press extra buttons if you bypass the bags, then screams for help from the attendant if you press those buttons too often. Attendant was losing a wee bit of patience with me after about the twentieth (no exaggeration) time of having to reset my register, but she was far more patient with me than I was with the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next attempt I went through a regular cashiered line. It was an unusually empty night, so I thought it would be fine. The attendant, though very pleasant, just. didn't get it. At first she wanted to pack my things in plastic bags so that I could then put those plastic bags inside my bags. Uh, no. Not the point. Then she would scan an item, hold it out to me, and wait until I took it from her until she scanned the next item. Even though there was no one behind me in line, that clearly wasn't working for either of us. Finally she started just setting the item up on the teeny tiny little area on top of the bag carousel, which made the most sense overall, but also made it clear that I really should bring Partner with me for large shopping trips since the attendant scanned things really really fast, and I couldn't keep up with both unloading my cart and packing my bags, and I ended up making some poor packing decisions resulting in some squished hamburger buns in my haste to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's experience was the funniest though. I detoured into the garden area to pay for a tank of propane for the grill, which I planned to pick up once I finished the rest of my shopping. There I saw an amazing sight: A box of nice sized well constructed $1 each reusable shopping bags, marked something like "Paper or Plastic? Neither!" with Wal-Mart's name on the bag. I grabbed two to put in my cart since I needed more bags that fold up small and have a nice flat bottom, plus I'd forgotten to bring any bags with me. Then a short while later, in the "20 items or less" aisle, I started by asking the clerk if she had something I could use to cut the tag off the bags. No, she didn't. So I asked her to scan them first, then I'd use them to pack the rest of my stuff. She scanned them -- then started to put them in plastic bags. I stopped her, "no, I'm going to use them to pack the rest of my stuff." Clearly puzzled, she handed them back to me, the proceeded to start to pack the rest of my stuff in plastic bags. "No, please hand me the stuff after you ring it up so that I can pack it in these bags." Then here's the clincher: Sounding genuinely concerned and clearly wanting to be helpful, she said, "OH! Um... I don't think you're allowed to do that. I mean, you can do that but if your stuff's not in a Wal-Mart bag they'll stop you at the door and make you take everything out to check it against your receipt, so you really should just use the regular bags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime very soon I'm going to write to the general manager of that Wal-Mart, commend them on offering reusable bags, and strongly suggest that their next cashier training involve some information about how to deal with folks who have their own bags. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to note:&lt;/span&gt; I wrote that letter on 5/30&lt;/span&gt;].   And since they seem to regularly reorganize the layout of their checkout area anyway, I'm going to suggest that some of their checkout lanes be set up to make it easier for folks to use their own bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-change-at-wal-mart.html"&gt;Check out what happened while I was out of town, hopefully as a result of that letter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-4100395355205826751?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/4100395355205826751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=4100395355205826751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4100395355205826751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4100395355205826751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/wal-mart-vs-bringing-your-own-bags.html' title='Wal-Mart vs. Bringing Your Own Bags'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8673867027028266534</id><published>2008-05-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:28:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, the embarassing</title><content type='html'>The good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I picked up three lovely pasture-raised chickens and met the delight Ms. Carolyn of, as she simply calls it, The Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not slice open my hand, my countertop, or even any parts of the chickens as I fumbled around dissecting them into quarters (well, sixths if you count the neck and back that are now in my stock bag). We already had a whole bird in there, and I figure for summer grilling the pieces would be a much better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blanched and froze five bags of various greens, with visions of wintertime greens &amp;amp; beans, spinach quiches, and kale and potato soups wandering through my brain. My freezer is starting to fill, and this is a really lovely thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner last night was a somewhat local meal: stir fry (brown rice from CA - I want to find some from NC), with carrots and garlic from PA, and turnip and tons of greens from the farm. No idea where the ginger was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow's bbq bash for Chas's 2nd birthday will include an all-local salad. Chas is TWO! Two years ago she was born at 28 weeks and weighed 2.5 lbs and she spent the first 3 months of her life in the NICU. She's now healthy and beautiful and delightful. Here she is at the farm:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2514913146_b30e8988d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2514913146_b30e8988d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2514912760_ea668229fb.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't had any soda in months, and today for whatever reason I had TWO. WTF?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had sinus ick for a month but no fever, finally broke down and let my doc give me antibiotics, now 8 days into the treatment I have a fever of 100.5. Again, seriously, WTF?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I meant to have Farmer Tim bring me six lbs of hamburger for tomorrow and I forgot, but it gets worse. I didn't even get the regular walmart make my own patties stuff. I got the frozen pre-pattied crap, and nathan's hot dogs, to go with the bucket of potato salad and the four bags of chips and five boxes of sodas. If I'm feeling ambitious I may make a slaw-type thing with one of the things I got today from the farm, but that ambition is not something I can count on.  On and I meant to have him bring me 3 doz eggs so that I could make deviled eggs. No, no no. too much work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The embarrassing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How easy it is to fall off the local foods bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The stack of plastic cups and cutlery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The box mix cake, white with artificial color dots interspersed, artificial vanilla flavored canned icing, sugar and artificial color dots to sprinkle on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I'm way too tired to edit this and make it make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8673867027028266534?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8673867027028266534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8673867027028266534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8673867027028266534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8673867027028266534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bad-embarassing.html' title='The good, the bad, the embarassing'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2514913146_b30e8988d4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-2083546548189870057</id><published>2008-05-20T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:52:56.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Long time, no post. The end of the semester always kicks my ass down hard, and this one was one of the worst ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally backlogged with greens of all varieties (lettuces, asian greens, spinach, kales).  I made the big mistake of buying a huge number of greens the first week they were available, not thinking that the following week was the start of my "value program" CSA delivery, AND that the next few weeks were the end of semester madness, during which I cook a lot less than usual.  I get stuff from my CSA in two ways: Full Choice, which means that I pay a deposit and then order whatever I want from what's available all year round (this is how I put in my first big order), plus the Value Plan, which gives me six months of weekly produce deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight's dinner will be based on whatever greens look the least fresh, and then I'll blanch then freeze all I can, since tomorrow night I'll be getting even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going today after work to pick up three local pastured broilers. I didn't ask, but I'm really hoping that they're not frozen so that I can cut them up into individual pieces instead of having to always cook a whole bird at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first totally local meal last weekend, and we didn't even plan it that way: Steak (which was beyond delicious), plus a huge salad. OK, so the oil, vinegar, salt and pepper in the dressing weren't local, but everything else was, including the herbs.  And I still have a bit left to eat of a mostly-local crustless quiche: Local milk, eggs, greens, onions, and herbs. The only thing not local was the cheese and roasted pepper that I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my meager garden is on its way: Peas are climbing, and I have six different varieties of tomatoes in the ground (5 heirloom, 1 hybrid) plus one pepper plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember to write more about a story I heard on NPR yesterday about how chemical fertilizers are getting so expensive that farmers are being forced to *gasp* use manure, instead of paying someone to haul away their mountains of animal poop. I was amused by a comment about folks buying poop from "as far away as Delaware." I was not amused to hear that because of this, natural/organic farmers are finding it harder to get the poop that they've used all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-2083546548189870057?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/2083546548189870057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=2083546548189870057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2083546548189870057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2083546548189870057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-963873878270870721</id><published>2008-04-23T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:09:47.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small rant</title><content type='html'>Dear employer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're facing a pretty significant budget crunch, and you have approached us to do as much economizing as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that one priority should to be to stop blasting the heat when it's near 80 degrees outside, and blasting the AC on cool days like today so that it's 60 degrees in our offices and many folks are running their little space heaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that issues with industrial size systems go beyond just tapping the thermostat up or down like we do at home, but I'm still not understanding how it could be so difficult to fix this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your devoted but frustrated employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: I'm getting to the point where I have very little tolerance for wastefulness of this sort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-963873878270870721?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/963873878270870721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=963873878270870721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/963873878270870721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/963873878270870721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/small-rant.html' title='A small rant'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1477521371479361914</id><published>2008-04-22T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:04:03.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next year in my garden</title><content type='html'>One of these years I'll figure out how to get things into my garden that are meant to be planted before mid-May. I teach at a community college, and the first week in May is always the last week of classes. Before the last week of May is too often chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester especially - OY!! Take a winter-break college-wide conversion from Office 2003 to Office 2007 (which suuuuuuuucks but that's a rant for a different venue) and two classes that had to be pretty much fully redesigned, and the result is a semester where I'm barely staying one little step ahead of my students in terms of what I need to learn about the software and book and what I need to create for my students to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that my decision to take three, count them THREE classes for a total of nine credits.  Fortunately, this will put me in the highest pay column that I'm going to reach in my job here (Masters degree plus 45 credits), so now I can sit  back and relax and only take classes that I WANT to take, like architectural drawing, literature, or towards a degree in energy management. (What, me relax?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that after this semester I'll be better at this whole planning my garden and getting my plans into action early thing. I'll hopefully never have another semester as crazy and stressed as this one has been. I'll have a better idea of how to balance the produce from my own garden with my CSA membership. I'll have learned a bit about what I really can freeze or store or overwinter, and what was a flop. I'll be even further down the path towards living La Vida Locavore (damn, why didn't I think of that as a blog name?!?) with a higher motivation to plant my garden. I'll have more interaction through my online and local friends with folks who seriously garden, and through them gain more awareness of when to start thinking about planting stuff. I'll maybe even have some raised beds built -- you know, the ones I've been planning to build for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ok, anyone who knows me knows that I'm a helluva lot better at planning than at carrying out those plans. But I'm getting better, honestly I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1477521371479361914?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1477521371479361914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1477521371479361914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1477521371479361914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1477521371479361914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/next-year-in-my-garden.html' title='Next year in my garden'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1946872394016200850</id><published>2008-04-20T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:27:32.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peas and Thank You's</title><content type='html'>My sugar snaps have started coming up. I started them late,  and it looks like I should have gone ahead and watered them earlier today despite the prediction of "afternoon showers likely," but they'll probably be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one main reason why I planted so many:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SAvH7dVrGJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LhSCy414ZRE/s1600-h/Miss+Thang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SAvH7dVrGJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LhSCy414ZRE/s400/Miss+Thang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191462819776370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful elder granddaughter. What is probably obvious is the middle-schooler attitude in all its glory. What's not obvious is that she has what I call a white foods diet: Things like plain pasta, cup-a-soups, chicken strips, and vanilla ice cream dominate the extremely short list of the foods she's willing to eat. Even the few fresh foods that she loves must be whitened:  strawberries must be coated in sugar and strips of raw green pepper (never red, and not cooked) must be doused in salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, though she was already of the mindset that new and different foods were likely to poison her, several years ago I managed to convince her to try a sugar-snap pea directly off the vine (no salt!) and a love affair was born that I intend to nurture as much as I can. I don't think that a single sugar-snap pea grown in my garden has ever made it into the house, especially when she is staying with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I pointed out the number of sugar snap pea plants that were coming up, and she got a big grin on her face, jumped up and down, and squealed, "ohhhhhh thank you, Abuela!!" It's a really good feeling to know that something from my garden can get a response that I thought at this age was reserved for things like, "here are front row tickets to see the Jonas Brother's Band" or "here's your new high-end cell phone with unlimited text messaging."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1946872394016200850?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1946872394016200850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1946872394016200850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1946872394016200850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1946872394016200850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/peas-and-thank-yous.html' title='Peas and Thank You&apos;s'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SAvH7dVrGJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LhSCy414ZRE/s72-c/Miss+Thang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-2903273879525560692</id><published>2008-04-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:24:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions and changes I don't have to make</title><content type='html'>I've spent the better part of today putzing online, reading locavore and "green" related blogs  instead of working, courtesy of a sharp blasting sinus headache. I should go home, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize from my reading that there are a number of different issues that others seriously grapple with that I won't have to face in this journey I'm taking towards being a more conscious consumer. In no particular order, they include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car vs. public transportation:&lt;/span&gt; While I'd like to have this issue to face, where I live public transportation is a total joke. One of these days when I'm feeling ranty (probably in the height of tourist season), I'll probably do an entire post on the astonishing amount of money that's being spent on widening roads and creating traffic bypasses (through family homes, farms, and businesses) in order to accommodate thousands of tourists' cars, and yet there's no viable way for most of those tourists to get here via bus, or get around the area once they're here if they're not staying right in the main beach areas. And the needs of local low-income families who have absolutely no way to get from where they live to where they work without having one car per working person are totally ignored in the state and county budgets. &lt;i&gt;In the interest of full disclosure, I should be seriously ashamed of myself for not walking or riding my bike to work more often since I live so close.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloth vs. disposable diapers:&lt;/span&gt; Having never had the opportunity to have children of my own, and not being the one who gets to choose how to diaper my granddaughter, I don't have to make this decision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reusable pads and cups vs. disposable pads and tampons:&lt;/span&gt; The joys of menopause, what can I say (yeah, TMI to many, but I'm just truly glad that I don't have to battle my environmental conscience every month!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distant vs. local sources for tofu and tempeh:&lt;/span&gt; I'll eat tofu and tempeh, but as a unrepentant omnivore, they're certainly never my first choice for protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaky old-house original windows vs. double-pane higher R-factor windows:&lt;/span&gt; That decision was made for me by the previous owner. I would have never for a moment considered ripping out our old house's original windows, but I would have not at all enjoyed the work that I'd likely be facing to make them more energy efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-2903273879525560692?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/2903273879525560692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=2903273879525560692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2903273879525560692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2903273879525560692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/decisions-and-changes-i-dont-have-to.html' title='Decisions and changes I don&apos;t have to make'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-7027425890573901121</id><published>2008-04-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:46:57.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On how companies count on our being stupid consumers</title><content type='html'>This move I'm trying to make towards eating locally and being more environmentally conscious is all part of something I've worked towards for many years, which is to be a very conscious consumer. I frequently describe myself as someone who has to do extensive research on anything that costs more than $25, and I pride myself on not being someone who is at all swayed by the latest fads and consumer foolishness. For the most part, I buy what we need, and a lot of what we just simply want is made to wait, and whatever we do buy has to be a good value at a fair price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the areas of consumerism that always makes me the most batty is clothing and "fashion," especially when it comes to trying to sell clothes to real women that are modeled only on women who are unusually tall and slender. Do NOT get me started on how some companies that market primarily to women size 18 and up use models that are size 10 at best, and defend it as "women don't like how the clothes look if we use plus-size models."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too often I feel smacked in the face by things like this which presume that we're stupid consumers. Some smacks make me angry or frustrated, but today's smack actually just made me laugh at a mistake that exposes the tricks that clothing companies use. I don't know much about Lands' End overall -- I don't know if their clothes are made in China, or where they source their materials or anything else, but I do know that consistently over the years, the things I've gotten from them have been attractive, simple/classy, good quality, long lasting, and a decent price. Top that with consistently good customer service and you have a company that has gotten a lot of repeat business from me. A good ten years ago I ordered a couple of sleeveless cotton beach cover-up dresses that have been wonderful summer shifts. They're still in great condition despite being worn very frequently, no fading, no wear, no problems with the seams. Their new style appealed to me and I was looking at it online and considering ordering one so that folks wouldn't just see me in those same two shifts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed this.  See, here's a front view of the dress I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_AG07_M1_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_AG07_M1_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the back view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_AG07_M2_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_AG07_M2_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the back view on the model:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_A607_FB_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s7.landsend.com/is/image/LandsEnd/198117_A607_FB_TVY?op_sharpen=1&amp;amp;rgn=0,0,2000,3000&amp;amp;scl=7.462686567164179&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what they did? Instead of allowing us to see what the dress actually looks like, they sewed darts into the model's dress to make it seem as if it has a more shapely fit than it actually has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the whole scheme of marketing sleight-of-hand, this is certainly a very minor thing. Dramatically worse things are being done to attract kids to cigarettes, convince women that they can't possibly allow themselves to be happy unless they're unnaturally skinny, and fool consumers into thinking that heavily processed foods are "healthy" and "nutritious."  But even though it was done by a company that I support and like and will continue to buy from, it still amuses me to catch someone in the act of trying to pull one over on us, in even this very small way, like catching a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-7027425890573901121?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/7027425890573901121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=7027425890573901121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7027425890573901121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7027425890573901121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-how-companies-count-on-our-being.html' title='On how companies count on our being stupid consumers'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-4009931447625689289</id><published>2008-04-14T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:07:15.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a greenhouse out of salvaged windows</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be getting a bunch of windows that I hope to use to build a small greenhouse in my back yard. There is a perfect spot on the back of our garage, facing SE, where I could add a shed roofed-style greenhouse, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/uploadedImages/articles/issues/1978-01-01/049-084-01i1_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.motherearthnews.com/uploadedImages/articles/issues/1978-01-01/049-084-01i1_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a &lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/Green-Homes/1978-01-01/You-Can-Build-Your-Own-Add-On-Greenhouse.aspx"&gt;good article on building your own greenhouse&lt;/a&gt; on the Mother Earth News website, but I'm still going to need some serious construction advice. If there wasn't so much going on, I'd try to convince my parents to come visit and help me build it, but that's definitely not going to happen this summer. Hell, realistically this isn't going to happen this summer, considering that I'm also determined to get the garage painted (already started scraping) and the bathroom remodeled. But I can at least start the plans, and maybe it's something I can build in a weekend or two this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add links (will keep adding, for later reference):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums2.gardenweb.com/forums/load/strucs/msg060302466879.html"&gt;Gardenweb thread&lt;/a&gt; on building a greenhouse out of salvaged windows, with pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/Green-Homes/1976-11-01/Mothers-Mini-Manual-Greenhouse-Gardening.aspx"&gt;Another MEN article&lt;/a&gt; on planning/building greenhouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenhousegarden.com/gallery.htm"&gt;A gallery&lt;/a&gt; of home-built greenhouses, on a website for greenhouse gardening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-4009931447625689289?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/4009931447625689289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=4009931447625689289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4009931447625689289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/4009931447625689289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/building-greenhouse-out-of-salvaged.html' title='Building a greenhouse out of salvaged windows'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1171443559436466189</id><published>2008-04-13T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:38:24.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old houses as "green" investments</title><content type='html'>I've been posting back and forth with Chile about life in old houses, and it got me to thinking about how old houses could be considered a "green" investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, most were designed to deal with having limited heat and virtually no cooling. So many things were done with passive heating and cooling in mind, from the layout of the rooms, the ceiling heights (high to draw off heat in hot climates, low to conserve it in cooler ones), sleeping porches, double-hung windows that could be raised from the bottom or lowered from the top, even things like using heavy drapes to insulate (something a mini-blind never could consider doing). We have a big maple tree planted at the south corner of the house that shades the house when it's the hottest but lets the sun shine through in the winter.  And for most people, if you were too cold in the winter you bundled up, and if you were too hot in the summer you went outside - no cranking the thermostat up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, granted, many folks with old houses are now dealing with drafty old windows, no insulation in the walls, inefficient old boilers, etc., but the investment and challenge are worth it -- far more than the "challenge" of heating and cooling a McMansion and it's vaulted-ceilinged "great room", huge windows that create their own localized intense greenhouse effect in the summer, room layouts that are done without any thought to things like the location of the sun and the ability to open certain windows for a nice cross-breeze, and all of the other wasted spaces that permeate so many of those homes. Rooms are far bigger than folks really need -- some walk-in closets and bathrooms in a McMansion are bigger than some of the bedrooms in an old house. But even the storage spaces in old houses reflect the changing values and perspectives -- most had very little space for clothes and shoes since folks generally had dramatically less of those things than they do now, and yet most had ample spaces for all of the things that it took to cook and serve large family meals on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old houses are probably the biggest thing out there that you can reuse, restore, recycle. Old houses were generally made with materials that, properly cared for, will likely last for another century or more, as opposed to the new houses that use materials that are far less likely to stand up to many decades of wear. Now, granted, many of those old materials represent the result of wide-scale deforestation, but it benefits no one to tear that down and put a new house up in its place, or leave the old house to rot and buy a new one that was build out in the fields of the latest small family farm that went bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the yard of many old houses is a spot where the soil was tended for decades, growing gardens to supply much of the family's food. Somewhere in the yard of many old houses is a spot where a small chicken coop, there to provide eggs and sometimes meat, used to stand. A house in the neighborhood where I used to live in Philadelphia even had an original small goat shed.  Somewhere in the yard of many old houses is a place where the laundry was hung to dry. In most old houses, those spots are unidentifiable, but many folks are going back to the old ways of growing/raising a lot of their own foods and letting the sun do the work of a dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, the most important thing is that every old house has a hundred hidden stories. Most of those stories are now permanently hidden, but even if the details are lost to us, the history and energy that they leave behind helps make our old houses that much more special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1171443559436466189?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1171443559436466189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1171443559436466189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1171443559436466189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1171443559436466189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-houses-as-green-investments.html' title='Old houses as &quot;green&quot; investments'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-9138279338733006755</id><published>2008-04-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:21:47.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Converting the skeptical</title><content type='html'>Up until very recently, partner's buy-in to this whole local eating thing has been more along the lines of, "Well, if you fix something I don't like, please don't get pissy if I have a PBJ instead." But full buy-in now seems to be an attainable goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a noticeable increase in appreciation for Home Cooked Meals being shown my way, as the number of meals that aren't based in part on convenience foods (or convenience cooking techniques) has substantially increased, so it's good to see a positive correlation factor going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that my Partner -- the person who lived on spam, packaged sweetrolls, coffee and cigarettes until we met almost 7 years ago -- actually likes things such as fresh veggies, stir fries, and brown rice (not that brown rice is local, but you get my general drift), and that certain veggies that get a "eww but I don't LIKE those" response (turnips) can be served anyway with positive results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we watched something on TV today that backed up what I'd been saying about the price to the environment on long-distance foods, and of course if it's on TV then it is more "true" than if I simply prattle on about it. ::rolling eyes::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-9138279338733006755?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/9138279338733006755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=9138279338733006755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9138279338733006755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9138279338733006755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/converting-skeptical.html' title='Converting the skeptical'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1378446627016413414</id><published>2008-04-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:45:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chemical Conundrum</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling quite accomplished overall, having just &lt;a href="http://retrovation.blogspot.com/2008/04/cutting-crap-in-garden-shed.html"&gt;seriously organized my garden shed&lt;/a&gt;, inspired by &lt;a href="http://chilechews.blogspot.com/search/label/CutTheCrap"&gt;Chile Chew's Cut the Crap Challenge&lt;/a&gt; (and I just looked and today's specific challenge is to tackle the garage or shed!! Go me, ahead of the game, WOOT! Oh, wait... there's my disaster of a garage still yet to tackle... ACK!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get rid of about two big bags of thing that were trash - didn't have anything recyclable or freecyclable in there.  I considered holding onto a few things (a bunch of broken pottery/clay pots, for example -- "I'll use them in the bottom of planters!") but realistically I wasn't likely to use it and they weren't things I could imagine being able to freecycle, so they're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still need to decide what I'm going to do with the chemical pesticides and fertilizers that I had from  years ago for the yard and garden. I'm not going to use them, but I'm just not sure it's something I want to freecycle, since giving them away for someone else to use feels enabling to me. But at the same time, at least if I give them to someone else, it's someone who I presume would have bought them anyway, so giving them away would perhaps cause just one less bottle/bag of chemicals to be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not sure if they are even any good any more, and equally unsure about how to dispose of hazardous materials here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given myself a one week deadline to decide (and research, if necessary) how I want to handle this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1378446627016413414?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1378446627016413414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1378446627016413414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1378446627016413414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1378446627016413414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/chemical-conundrum.html' title='A Chemical Conundrum'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-7563718423095651536</id><published>2008-04-08T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:30:54.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The financial side of this de-cluttering thing</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to me to read some of the comments and suggestions that folks make about living green, reducing clutter, stuff like that.  I read so much that presumes (I suppose correctly for most people) that the default state of behaving is to have this focus on Buying Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I even talk about how we don't Buy Things, let me be upfront about what we do buy: We buy stuff for fixing up the house, even stuff that we end up not using to fix up the house for months or more. We buy tools (well, ok, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; buy tools, tool slut that I am) for which we don't have a significant or immediate need. And I have been known to treat myself to an occasional kitchen doo-dad (ranging from spoons to a kitchenaid stand mixer) or cookbook (always used). And we have a small Woot addiction but that's under control. No, really. Ok, so we are expecting the screaming Woot monkeys to arrive any day, but we can stop any time. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond that? We just don't spend money on things if we can use what we have or get it free. It's easier for me to describe what we DON'T buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes beyond absolute necessities. I finally forced Partner into buying a couple of pair of jeans recently, plus got us each about a dozen deeply discounted and much needed underpants at the Jockey outlet. We each generally buy two pairs of work shoes each year, but our on-our-feet jobs and my bad feet make those necessities. The concept of recreational clothes shopping is completely foreign to both of us, though if word got out about me I could seriously lose my Femme license. It's the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New fancy electronics. To give you some perspective, all of our TVs require adapters to hook up a DVD. I did buy a low-end stereo/surround sound/whatever they call them now thingy last year when our amplifier, CD player and DVD player all crapped out on us at around the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies, music, not even books other than the occasional cookbook I mentioned already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furniture - pretty much everything we have is old, second-hand, or from freecycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything for the kids that's not absolutely necessary - again, with BabyGrand especially, freecycle has been our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We're just both so much in the habit these days of not spending money for Things unless we really need to, that it's almost foreign to me to read these lists of what not to buy in order to economize and keep Unnecessary Things to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that being the case, how the hell do we HAVE so many things?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freecycle. Hey, gotta grab that toddler play kitchen and the big box of size 4T clothes while we can, even though she was only 20 months/16 months at the time we got those things. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff we've had forever. And can't (yet) give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff with too much sentimental value or guilt associated with them. The four boxes in the attic of my mother's really boring china, for example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff we're sure we'll be able to use again, like those three boxes of computer crap that I need to sort through in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff we're sure we'll be able to sell. If we just get around to taking pictures, and getting it listed. Which we're going to do, next week, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Antique tzochkes. I can't resist, especially kitchen &lt;strike&gt;junk&lt;/strike&gt; antiques that folks give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff we have lots of because of we can't find something so we have to buy another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Believe it or not this does directly tie into being a Slowcavore (not that anyone is going to bother reading this far to know this!). See, I'm one of these people who was kept away from local and natural/organic foods because of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perception&lt;/span&gt; that they were much more expensive. It's only been through the things that I've done to educate myself that I finally understand the real costs of eating Hell-Mart's cheapest as the mainstay of our food. I looked at our discretionary income and looked at how little we were spending for food, and knew that we had to make this a priority. We're baby boomers who aren't getting any younger, and our health problems are creeping up on us. Partner just recently quit smoking after 40 years; I'm significantly overweight and have genetically-based very high cholesterol (high even at age 19 as a very physically active and thin college student who ate mostly co-op foods). We need to start taking what we use to fuel out bodies and minds a lot more seriously than we have in the past. We need to set an example for our grandchildren, or at least for BabyGrand who hasn't yet been indoctrinated into her sister and mother's worship at the Holy Drive Through Window. We need to take our food's production process seriously in hopes that there will be food and a livable environment around for our granddaughters and their own kids and grands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still moving slow, but as I learn more, as the CSA season kicks into high gear, as I force myself to diversify in my garden and reconnect with peeling root veggies and dissecting my own chickens instead of reaching for bags of frozen kernels and frozen "tenders" for convenience, I believe that things will accelerate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-7563718423095651536?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/7563718423095651536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=7563718423095651536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7563718423095651536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7563718423095651536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/financial-side-of-this-de-cluttering.html' title='The financial side of this de-cluttering thing'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-9115560353248817004</id><published>2008-04-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:00:56.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper decluttering</title><content type='html'>As I'm trying to catch up with the past assignments from the cut-the-crap decluttering challenge, I see that there are at least some thing's we've already done to help with the paper decluttering challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background first: Partner and I both have a tendency to be packrats, but we've gotten dramatically better over the past few years. Now, "better" doesn't mean "we've got this thing down" but it does mean that we're a little less prone to hold onto things -- hey, if I can get rid of BOOKS, then I can get rid of ANYthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ADD which definitely contributes to my tendency to be overwhelmed with clutter, but I've learned to compensate and my practical tendencies do help in that area: I have developed a firm belief in the significant benefits of "a place for everything," I just don't have the "and everything in its place" part down yet. And Partner... gah. Partner is what I refer to as an "out of sight, out of mind Virgo," which means that anything left out is fair game to be stashed in the nearest closet, drawer or cabinet, no matter how obvious its actual home might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're getting a lot better. Up until recently, a regular source of conflict between us was mail and other papers on the dining room table. I won't go into the relationship negotiations (and occasional strong-arm tactics) that led to our solution, but we did finally work out a system that works well for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two key parts of this system are that there is a place for everything, AND it's very easy to put everything in its place. Here's our system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partner brings in the mail, tosses out the junk, opens envelopes, tosses newly identified junk mail and junk inserts to non-junk mail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partner then sorts mail into three baskets: Reading material (the bi-weekly newspaper I get plus the few paper magazines that still arrive), bills and financial-related materials (including paystubs, and retirement and medical insurance statements), and Other, which includes stuff we need to fill out, reminders of things we really do wish to be reminded of, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I'm finally ready to read stuff, I take it out of the reading material basket, and it ultimately ends up in the newly created Place to Stack Old Newspapers and Magazines for Recycling.  Well, some of it makes a long detour through the bathroom but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After I pay bills and look through financial stuff, it gets placed in one of two baskets (Paid bills/Statements or Tax Stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also now have baskets for Product Literature, where we put the instruction booklets and warranty information for stuff we keep (with receipt attached to the warranty papers), and a basket for Other Receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of these baskets get sorted through and shredded or filed, as appropriate, every year at tax time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We had tried so many other types of systems for our everyday paperwork, including file drawers, file boxes, large envelopes, etc., but we finally realized that what works best for us is something big enough for us to just literally drop in whatever goes there. Yes it takes just a wee bit more time to find things when we need them, but it's a heck of a lot easier than when we just left things out and about because we didn't have a place to file them, or simply didn't want to go through the hassle of filing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I did that is working towards keeping things green and decluttered: I put a big canvas bag next to my desk for me to dump all papers that don't need to be shredded. As both a student and a teacher, I go through far more paper than I'd like, though I now print everything possible on the back of misprinted paper from our school's copy center. I ended up just tossing far more than I wanted, just because it was easier than bringing it into the other room to the recycle pile. I know it seems more than obvious, but it took me a very long time to realize that I can actually accomplish what I want if I just put my resources in the right places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-9115560353248817004?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/9115560353248817004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=9115560353248817004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9115560353248817004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9115560353248817004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/paper-decluttering.html' title='Paper decluttering'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5324749952084424387</id><published>2008-04-08T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:13:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decluttering the fridge</title><content type='html'>This evening I did my first minor task in the "cut the crap" challenge: I at least partially de-cluttered the fridge by poking through to find what was most at risk of being tossed onto the compost pile uneaten, and came up with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby pak choy from the CSA from 2-3 weeks ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leftover (pastured regional) chicken from this past weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two rather wilted scallions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;several small inside pieces from a clove of garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a clump of ginger that was a little fuzzy but nothing that a thick peeling wouldn't fix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 of an onion, a little worse for wear from a week or two's storage in the produce bin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an unopened bottle of Annie's Organic teriyaki sauce, expiration date one month from today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Result? Stir fry of course!! The only not-at-risk foods I added were a couple of carrots and the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Check out info you have on rice sources from NC/GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add: &lt;/span&gt;This was done in response to the cut-the-crap challenge from this past Sunday to &lt;a href="http://chilechews.blogspot.com/2008/04/clean-fridge-clutter.html"&gt;clean out the fridge clutter&lt;/a&gt;.  While there are some already-too-far-gone things still in there that still have to be disposed of, in just one meal I managed to use up everything I could find that didn't have at least a week left before it had to be eaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5324749952084424387?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5324749952084424387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5324749952084424387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5324749952084424387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5324749952084424387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/decluttering-fridge.html' title='Decluttering the fridge'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-190209957775710799</id><published>2008-04-08T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:38:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the Crap - Declutter!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to participate in a blog challenge to declutter (note the Big Blue Button on my right sidebar!), and I'm going to blog about it from two perspectives: On my &lt;a href="http://retrovation.blogspot.com/"&gt;house blog&lt;/a&gt;, where I &lt;a href="http://retrovation.blogspot.com/2008/04/cut-crap-declutter.html"&gt;outlined some of the specifics&lt;/a&gt; of what I plan to do and will chronicle the specifics of what I accomplish, and here where I'll muse about the "green" aspects of what I'm accomplishing by doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that Partner and I have far more Things than we possibly need. We're two people living in a 2400sq ft house if you count the 3rd floor and attic space (though two of the three main bedrooms are permanently allocated to our Granddaughters), PLUS we have a bunch of attic space, a big garage, and a decent-sized garden shed, all of which we can barely move through because of all the crap that's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how will getting rid of a bunch of Things and organizing what we're keeping help from a green/locavore perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me to walk the walk.&lt;/span&gt; If I'm talking about living more simply, then I need to let go of Things for which I will not likely have any practical use, especially if those Things can be used by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me to find what I have. &lt;/span&gt;I can't tell you how many times projects have been stopped or stalled because we can't find something we know is around here somewhere. And how many times we've bought things that we know we have but we can't find it so we have to buy another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me to do more.&lt;/span&gt; If my garden tools are easily accessible, then I'm more likely to grab a hoe or spade or whatever I need and spend the fifteen minutes that my little plot requires every day or two once things get going. As it is now, I put it off until weeding becomes an all-day project, and my opportunity for transplanting or pruning is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As I said on my houseblog, where I outlined the specific tasks I intend to take on, I'm going to try to start this weekend on my garden shed. It will be interesting to see what I manage to find in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add:&lt;/span&gt; Inspired by &lt;a href="http://tinyoldhouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-new-compost-pile-in-no-mans-land.html"&gt;Tiny Old House's compost bin made out of pallets&lt;/a&gt;, I realize that I need to add "build compost bin" to my list. I don't have pallets but I have enough old wood and wire fencing around to finally get me a compost bin started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-190209957775710799?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/190209957775710799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=190209957775710799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/190209957775710799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/190209957775710799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/cut-crap-declutter.html' title='Cut the Crap - Declutter!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-2306223778404221389</id><published>2008-04-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:23:15.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brain bursting with "ah ha!" moments</title><content type='html'>"Ah ha" moments were first explained to me as a fresh-faced college student budding-feminist in the early '70's: Those moments where you look at something you've seen a thousand times and suddenly you see it in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my life is a little too crowded with ah-ha moments as I look at the ingredients I use and immediately begin analyzing every one of them about how I might source them locally or replacing them with stuff sourced locally or stock up and save through the off-season, but does that freeze? or dry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course just one of these insights can add a dozen things to my to-do list. Just the simple act of making some chicken quesadillas for dinner was cause for some crazy running commentary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mmmmm this natural pastured chicken that we roasted last night (with a beer can and a lemon stuffed up its butt) was delicious. Too bad I had to use that cheapass beer that someone left here; I'm sure Dogfish doesn't source they're ingredients but they at least produce it locally. I need to pick up another case soon. Someone just told me that you can plant miniature lemon trees here that actually grow fruit, as long as you take the plants inside in the winter; I wonder if Kyle would let me stash them in the back of one of the school's greenhouses? It would be so great to have real local lemons. I hope I can find a local source soon for flour; I know it's not that hard to make tortillas and I'm sure fresh would taste so much better. I'm glad I got my cilantro planted, but I'm wondering if it will grow inside in the winter, as much as we love it. Maybe we need to start planning and saving for a sunroom/indoor greenhouse. This cheese is tasteless. I can't wait until I can finally connect with folks making local cheeses, and even learn to make some of my own. Of course that means connecting with folks who sell raw cow and goat milk as "pet food" ::nudge nudge wink wink knowwhaddah mean knowwhaddah mean::. I need a figure the best way to store onions over winter: root cellar? freezing? Oh and when do I plant scallions?? I want a pot of those this year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now you know why I blog. It's because my brain never freakin' stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-2306223778404221389?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/2306223778404221389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=2306223778404221389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2306223778404221389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2306223778404221389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/brain-bursting-with-ah-ha-moments.html' title='A brain bursting with &quot;ah ha!&quot; moments'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-6088784729070783726</id><published>2008-04-06T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:01:37.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a Practical Greengeek</title><content type='html'>It should be obvious that while I don't shun labels, I do often make them up to best describe myself in ways that I like best, to hell what anyone else might say: Low Femme. Curvy girl. Slowcavore. And a new one that I decided on last night while reading about the Energy Management program that my school plans to launch, which will focus on alternative energy sources such as solar and wind, Practical Greengeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean. Well, the Green part is obviously about doing what I can to conserve energy. The Geek part is what inspired me to major in engineering, what makes math fun for me, and what gets me excited about technology. Thus, the Greengeek part is reflective of my excitement about different high and low-tech ways of conserving energy and lowering my personal and this country's and our world's dependence on fossil fuels and non-renewable energy sources. As I wrote in another forum, if I were to have some renewable power source on my home, such as solar or wind, and if it were enough so that I could sometimes actually sell the excess energy back to the power company, I'd be ready to run off and have hot monkey sex the first time I saw that meter running backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the Practical part. A friend of mine who is way into astrology tells me that it's the Taurus in me: Things have to make sense, in the big picture, not just in the moment. It's the Practical part that is one of my strongest incentives for eating locally: It just makes sense. It's the Practical part that got me into an almost-heated exchange with someone online about using handkerchiefs instead of paper tissues, after I said that the "green" benefits of handkerchiefs were far outweighed by the more pressing issue of spreading nasty bugs if the reason you were using a handkerchief was because you had some contagious disease that was making you snot and sneeze. It's the practical part that has me gradually replacing my incandescent bulbs with CF, while researching disposal options because of the mercury in them and not losing my awareness of how much damage that little tiny bit of mercury could actually cause. It's the practical part that keeps me from feeling gung-ho about vehicles that run on corn-based ethanol, since as things stand right now there is practically as much petroleum that goes into growing and processing the corn used to make that ethanol as that car would use, and dramatically expanding corn production to support widespread use of ethanol would have other significant consequences to our environment (taking out woods, for example) and to our industrial farming system (as if it could get much worse, but I believe that it could).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm "green" but I'm not going to rush out and do a bunch of things that on the surface make me seem all greener-than-thou if I don't see the big-picture payback -- Or, if it's simply not a realistically practical thing for me to do. For example, there's no question that cloth diapering is far more ecologically responsible than using disposables, but anyone who thinks that I'm going to try to cloth diaper my baby granddaughter when she's over here is nuts; it's just not practical to do that when we don't have her full time. And yeah, a Prius would be more ecologically practical, but that's no reason to trade in a paid-off van that still has many years of useful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this all come from? Well, obviously the whole topic is fairly consistently on my mind these days, but I also did some research last night into the Energy Management program that the school where I teach plans to begin offering, and I'm finding myself way excited about it. I'm seriously considering signing up to pursue that degree once it's offered. In addition to all kinds of other things related to energy conservation methods, energy audits, etc., they'll learn all aspects of designing and installing solar and wind-turbine based small energy plants for on homes and businesses. I want, I want, I WANT to learn about that. I will even get over my fear of being on a roof in order to do that. And I would seriously love to do something like that on my own home -- we have two unshaded south-west facing roofs (one on the back of the house, one on the garage) which would be good locations for solar panels without compromising the look of our beautiful old home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, maybe it could lead to a second career for me: Spend a few years designing and installing these systems on homes in the area on a limited/part-time basis while keeping my current job, transfer to that department to teach as soon as the program grows to the point that they need a second instructor, and then retire with my state pension and keeping doing this as work that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, I'm not forgetting the fact that I was totally certain that I'd love doing programming which ended up boring me to tears, and certain that I'd love having my own business which ended up sucking the soul out of me and leaving me with little balance in my life. But I won't know until I try it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-6088784729070783726?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/6088784729070783726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=6088784729070783726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6088784729070783726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6088784729070783726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-being-practical-greengeek.html' title='On being a Practical Greengeek'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-7871094854919716643</id><published>2008-04-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:38:24.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging in the dirt</title><content type='html'>I never get things planted when I should, but at least this year I didn't totally miss my window of opportunity to get some sugar snap peas into the ground. I'm typing this with serious dirt under my nails (Gloves?!? I don't need no stinkin' gloves!) from turning my main garden area over, which resulted in my finding another four plants/bulbs/corms that I needed to transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some 4' high wire fencing in my garden shed (no clue where it came from) so I built two circles to match the one I already have, and planted the peas around those. Once they start coming up I may have to put a stick in the middle and run some string down to give them even more room to climb but this will let them get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to get some cilantro planted in a planter. I checked my collection of herb planters, and my mint is starting to come up, and both my thyme and rosemary made it through the winter. Oh and my chives are doing wonderfully - is it even possible to kill mint or chives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was planning the spinach to to put in the freezer anyway, I'm going to put that in as a fall crop, along with broccoli and brussels sprouts. I'm also going to put in a little bit of regular kale and a whole bunch of some red russian kale to just leave in the ground and harvest through the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all that to a lovely conversation with Farmer Tim this morning, and some more delicious foods from his garden, and I'm just a happy little locavore today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course in the interest of full disclosure I have to admit that I had pizza for lunch, but does it count that it's a locally owned and operated pizza shop?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-7871094854919716643?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/7871094854919716643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=7871094854919716643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7871094854919716643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7871094854919716643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/digging-in-dirt.html' title='Digging in the dirt'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-2718820095896001714</id><published>2008-04-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:52:24.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of makes you think</title><content type='html'>Like many slightly whacked folks, I sometimes mentally entertain myself by having conversations or interviews with myself. Unlike most slightly whacked folks, I actually admit to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was about food, and I was asking some pretty tough questions, leading up to The Big One: So, with all this emphasis on healthy eating, and especially knowing how healthy and slender you were in your teens and 20's, how did you get so fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my initial answer was the easy and fairly obvious one: Too much of the wrong types of food, and too little exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodded (by myself) to expand on that answer, I explained further: Back in college, I ate very healthy foods, mostly from the local food co-op which I joined soon after moving out of the dorms (though I will admit that it was at first mostly motivated by the fact that I could work there 6 hours a week as a cashier and then get 40% off, plus lots of free stuff that were past when they could be sold for one reason or another). And I got a lot of exercise, though mostly by necessity, going to University of Cincinnati on its many hills, living off campus, walking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, I continued shopping mostly at the co-op, and I began my exercise craze: I ran 3-4 times a week (well, plodded is more like it, but it still counts), and became workout partner to a friend who was an amateur body builder, so lots of serious weight lifting. Baby, I was strong, I was fit, and I was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came graduate school, no co-op I could get to or afford, poverty, depression, two different chronic physical conditions that made most exercise painful, and four jobs. My life and my health went quickly downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until that point in this conversation with myself, my answers were rote, things I'd said and thought about many times. But it just happened that at that moment I was putting away the makings of my breakfast -- the fresh eggs from pastured hens, the scallions and cilantro I'd chopped to add to it -- and I suddenly realized what else happened at that time: That transition into graduate school and less exercise was also my big transition away from Real Food. My kitchen stopped being filled with lots of fresh veggies, whole grains, natural-raised meats, and raw-milk cheeses, and started being filled with ramen noodles and hot dogs; the closest I was getting to "healthy eating" in those days was white rice with black beans and jarred salsa, but that a result of poverty, not from any attempt at healthy eating. In those days, I lived for those times when I had a couple of bucks I could waste on a greasy cheesesteak from the local pizza place ran by an Asian family, with Mom at the counter asking "sah-peppah?" with a cheery grin as she slathered my sandwich with salt and pepper without waiting for my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's of course very true that high quantities of food and minimal amounts of exercise were key factors in my weight gain. But I'm wondering: How much can be attributed to moving away from Real Foods and into too many processed foods, all of my foods from industrialized sources, and too few fresh vegetables and naturally-raised animal-based products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my physical and mental health will be once fresh, whole foods from all natural, local sources are once again the majority of my diet. I wonder how life will feel when I'm cooking most meals at home using these types of ingredients instead of going out to eat just as often as I cook. I wonder what my energy level will be, whether my menopausal mood swings will be any less intense, if I'll find it any easier to focus, if I'll find myself naturally wanting to move my body more, to bike, walk, stretch, dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.  I'll check back in a year or so on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-2718820095896001714?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/2718820095896001714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=2718820095896001714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2718820095896001714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/2718820095896001714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/04/kind-of-makes-you-think.html' title='Kind of makes you think'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-435112324361019953</id><published>2008-03-31T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:49:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Local Food of the Month: Turnips</title><content type='html'>I'm going to see if I can try one new food each month and blog about it here. It might be a food I've eaten before, but never cooked. Or it might be something I've cooked before, but never starting from that particular form, such as head-on shrimp or fish that I need to skin and fillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food of the month for March is the Turnip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigoven.com/uploads/Turnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bigoven.com/uploads/Turnip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I realize that it's likely that I've had turnips before, I've never knowingly had turnips and I've certainly never cooked with turnips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, have several preconceived notions about turnips. I thought that they would be as hard to peel as a butternut squash, very starchy, and honestly not all that flavorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, was I wrong!! They peeled very easily, and under the skin was a slightly moist and crispy looking flesh that simply begged me to try it raw. Sweet! Crunchy!! Who knew!! Well, ok, probably millions of people knew, but I sure didn't. Another preconceived notion: I had them pegged as a strictly cooked veggie, not something to serve raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one I chopped to include with the roasted veggies that I served with the chicken I wrote about earlier. Oh man, it's just as tasty cooked as it was raw. Partner, who had claimed to hate turnips, ate them, then acted like I'd added poison to the chicken's spice rub when I mentioned the turnips, then tried them again (cautiously) and decided that maybe turnips were ok after all. MY turnips, anyway. You've just gotta love someone who declares that the only reason why a previously hated veggie is good is because you cooked it. That's love. Or rationalization. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to find out how well they keep once they're cut into. I'd love to be able to put some bits of turnip into the salads that we have several times a week (thanks to Farmer Tim's absolutely yummy salad mix), but I don't know if the remaining turnip will go all nasty on me like a browned apple. Then again, I put cut apples back in the fridge all the time then just cut the brown part off... And it's not like turnips are so expensive that I can't just experiment. Plus I can always Google it instead of just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it: My first time with a turnip, and it was a good one. I'll definitely have them again. In fact, Farmer Tim didn't offer them this past week so I picked some up from the Good4You market to have with Friday's roast chicken repeat, this time with guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up for April: The baby bok choy that I got from Farmer Tim, which I plan to half and sear according to a recipe I found online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-435112324361019953?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/435112324361019953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=435112324361019953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/435112324361019953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/435112324361019953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-local-food-of-month-turnips.html' title='March Local Food of the Month: Turnips'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5373788592158997214</id><published>2008-03-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:01:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aquaculture Network</title><content type='html'>I spent some time this evening trying to track down fish and shrimp farmers in Delmarva.  Googling "fish farmer" led me to the term "aquaculture" and to the Aquaculture Network, which led me to the USDA site for Aquaculture which led me to the Delaware and Maryland Aquaculture Societies, which I emailed to find out if there are any fish farmers in Delmarva who sell to consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course being as late as it is, all I can think of is what if they used an abbreviated form of "The Aquaculture Network"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frank151.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/aquanet2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.frank151.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/aquanet2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5373788592158997214?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5373788592158997214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5373788592158997214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5373788592158997214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5373788592158997214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/aquaculture-network.html' title='The Aquaculture Network'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-6300181931248330211</id><published>2008-03-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:58:45.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test of the Slowcavore Broadcasting System...</title><content type='html'>:::cue obnoxious loud squealy squacky noise:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a test of the Slowcavore broadcasting system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your local Slowcavore blogger has added a link that allows folks who actually want to read these ramblings to receive an email with the updates. And believe it or not, there's actually someone out there who wants to read this rambling nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this been a real post, it would likely have included even more babble than this, since I never say in 50 words what I can say in 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes this test of the Slowcavore Broadcasting System.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-6300181931248330211?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/6300181931248330211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=6300181931248330211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6300181931248330211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/6300181931248330211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-test-of-slowcavore-broadcasting.html' title='This is a test of the Slowcavore Broadcasting System...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8081683965083905253</id><published>2008-03-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:54:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in the life</title><content type='html'>DeLoca's up to 33 members. I'd love to see it evolve into something more than just an email list: Social connections with locavore picnics, maybe getting folks together to make bulk purchases of things that aren't available in the immediate area to make it worthwhile to have someone deliver from PA or VA or someplace like that, even just as a group that can stand up and say to farmers, restaurants, stores, local and state governments, etc., "Hey, we want to eat local, naturally-raised foods!" and have some small influence on what they then decide to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was local extremely yummy greens sauteed in a bit of olive oil with a bunch of organic garlic (note to self: stock up on local!) and some mango-chili vinegar,  plus totally not local fish and rice. One of the things I hope to find is at least a regional source for not-hideously-expensive fish and shrimp, since we eat so much of it. I was floored to read that the tilapia that we get is imported from China; I know it's farmed in the US -- hell, for a while they were teaching fish farming at my school, so surely there has to be a tilapia farm somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that wild fish is much better nutritionally, but there's where I get into one of my locavore dilemmas: Do I get wild-caught fish from a long distance away, or do I get farmed fish from closer? Because as far as I can tell, there simply isn't any commercial fishing anywhere around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy what I wouldn't give for someone who is obsessed with fishing but catches far more than he ever eats, and who would then sell his excess to us. Well, as long as it wasn't fished from anywhere remotely affected by the Indian River Power Plant, that is...  A couple of months ago there was a guy sitting at the bar in La Tolteca (which is now La Teztelteca, but I digress) talking to the bartender about how he'll start bringing him in some fish since he catches so much more than he eats, and I wanted so much to go up to him and ask him to be my personal fisherman, but I chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastured-beef potroast tomorrow, with organic potatoes and carrots. Then next Friday we're having friends over and I'm making another regional-natural chicken with organic roasted root&lt;br /&gt;vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm never going so locavore as to give up avocados, I'm very happy to have picked four of them up at the Good4You market today. Oh I love avocados - just to slice one open, sprinkle on some salt and grab a spoon is heaven. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8081683965083905253?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8081683965083905253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8081683965083905253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8081683965083905253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8081683965083905253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day-in-life.html' title='Another day in the life'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-927835446245701888</id><published>2008-03-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:20:51.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' the house</title><content type='html'>We just got our freezer today. It's bright white and cold and now has in it the stuff we're less likely to eat really soon from the regular freezer. I'm now absurdly excited about getting a vacuum sealer and putting my first "well, we can't eat this now but it will be great this winter" produce and other foods into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had all kinds of folks at work commenting on the article and asking about eating locally. And some folks who work with Partner want the information on our CSA and are considering joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus DeLoca's up to 28 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended my long busy work day sitting out on the porch with a martini and a good book. Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really be ready to rock the house if I wasn't so stuffed from an oh so seriously not local/natural meal at the local small-town greasy spoon restaurant. Well, considering where we live the fried chicken I had is likely local but highly industrial. But the baked potato? The iceberg lettuce salad with blue cheese dressing? The corn pudding?  Can those things at least count as "locally sourced"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know: Nope, no way. But that's ok with me; like I keep saying, I plan to do what I can do, and keep doing more all the time, but sometimes I've just got to go to dinner at the local greasy spoon on a payday Friday night after a long busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of stuffed: One of the things I'm doing a lot better at as an offshoot of this local eating thing is portion control. I'm at the point where I just automatically set aside half of my meal when I go out to eat, and I'm usually still stuffed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-927835446245701888?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/927835446245701888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=927835446245701888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/927835446245701888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/927835446245701888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/rockin-house.html' title='Rockin&apos; the house'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8284875220379727564</id><published>2008-03-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:07:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeLoca may not be TheCrazy idea I thought it was!</title><content type='html'>(DeLoca? TheCrazy? Get it? OK, just making sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the newspaper article and the wonderful Farmer Tim putting information out to his followers about the list, the Delaware Locavore's list now has 25 members. Wooot!! They include folks from all over the Delmarva peninsula but it's definitely getting heavy on the slower-lower Delawarians, mostly thanks to Farmer Tim's efforts. I'm thinking about contacting some farmers/CSAs from some other areas to see if they'd be willing to put the word out to their members as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 25 includes a chicken/guinea farmer, two CSA farmers (one produce-only, one produce and eggs plus pastured beef courtesy of a partner farmer), one farmer/natural foods store owner, and someone who I suspect has something to do with the Rehoboth farmers market (considering that the email is a variation on rehobothbeachfarmersmarket@someplace.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy camper. Now if only more folks would post things or respond to things that others post. It's the sort of thing where I wish I could serve an initial round of all-natural martinis just to loosen things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add:&lt;/span&gt; In the time it took for me to type this, it went up to 26. Whoooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8284875220379727564?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8284875220379727564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8284875220379727564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8284875220379727564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8284875220379727564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/deloca-may-not-be-crazy-idea-i-thought.html' title='DeLoca may not be TheCrazy idea I thought it was!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1072798515328846529</id><published>2008-03-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:44:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Granny's legacy in me</title><content type='html'>My beloved 90 year old Granny isn't doing very well right now. It's her time, she's wanted to go for years instead of facing this ever-increasing nightmare of Alzheimer's and dependency, but her body isn't fully cooperating. She was brought into the hospital the other day with an oxygen level of 45  (how is that even compatible with life?!?) and has to go from there to a nursing home under hospice care since she's too medically fragile for my mom to care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write for hours about her physical and emotional strength, how she's my hero, how she has always been my one completely reliable source for absolutely unconditional love, but this is my local foods blog. So where does she fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up military, and for a while I thought that military people that move a lot don't have gardens but normal people do. My granny (by herself) tilled, planted, maintained and harvested from a garden every year that supplied the majority of her produce for the year: She always had a huge L-shaped garden that my mom confirmed was about 100' by 25' with an L of another 25' or more, so we're talking over 3000 sq ft of garden. She froze many things in her big chest freezer, and her pantry shelves were filled with the results of her yearly canning: beans, beets, pickles, tomatoes, applebutter.  I still can't pass by a farmer's market vendor who has mason jars of pickled beets without buying some, but they're never as good as hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Granny expressed her love for us through foods. My cousin Cindi and I would traipse through the woods in the summer, trying to force ourselves to bring home at least as many huge ripe blackberries as we ate. We endured being then stripped down and inspected for ticks then tossed into a tub to which bleach was added since that supposedly dealt with any chiggers that might have hitched a ride. But after all that, we could count on a dessert of blackberry "coblet" (my young-childhood word for cobbler, which became the family term for that delightful dish) with a dollop of whipped or just regular cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasts were an orchestra of foods: Eggs from farmer neighbors (since she stopped keeping her own chickens when she had to start working in the factory), sausage and bacon, biscuits, honey still on the comb from the local beekeeper, sausage gravy, sliced of exquisitely juicy cantaloupe in season, slices of intensely red tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from her I first learned the difference between the canned corn my mother served and an ear of sweet corn picked minutes before it hit the pot, the breathtaking flavor of a perfectly ripe just picked tomato, all the flavors and smells from her garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically I'll never have a garden that large. I won't learn to can; at best I'll learn something of the art of freezing to keep a winter's worth of food in stock. I'll grow increasingly dependent on Farmer Tim to keep me supplied with local fresh foods. I'll try a few new things each year in my garden - perhaps, next year, some berries - but I'm realistic enough to know that may things I try to grow will simply flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I wish she could know is that her love for feeding her family, starting from wanting to grow the foods herself (or at least know where they came from) through the joys of cooking then sitting down with us to eat, was passed on to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1072798515328846529?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1072798515328846529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1072798515328846529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1072798515328846529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1072798515328846529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-grannys-legacy-in-me.html' title='My Granny&apos;s legacy in me'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-875065356365490656</id><published>2008-03-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:38:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If not now, when? If I am only for myself, then who am I?</title><content type='html'>OK, so this post isn't about Rabbi Hillel, but this paraphrase of one of his famous quotes seems to fit the whole idea of going locavore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is about If's. On locavores.com, the Eat Local Challenge website, and I'm sure other places that I haven't found yet, there are variations on the hierarchy of what to do if you can't get local. They, in all of their variations, are excellent. But for myself, I would choose a slightly different order, as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, I'm going to get as much as I can that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locally grown/raised using sustainable, natural farming practices&lt;/span&gt;. And while I can get eggs, beef, pork, some chicken, most veggies and some fruit within 25 miles, for my own purposes, "local" is really more "regional," up to 250-300 miles away, since there are some things that just aren't available any closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it can't be obtained local and natural, then from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;local small farms&lt;/span&gt;. The other lists put "organic" second, but considering that most non-local organic products that I can get are produced on huge industrial farms that aren't necessarily all that kind to any animals involved (if we're talking animal products, anyway), then I'll deal with some pesticides and some smaller-scale industrial farming practices before I'll bring something in from 1000+ miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it's not available from a local small farm, then from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eastern-US family farm&lt;/span&gt;, natural/organic and within 1000 miles getting first priority. I want to try to keep the travel to a minimum, and I want to minimize my support of the huge agricultural conglomerates -- though knowing exactly who is a part of those companies these days seems to be a bit of a challenge. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then if it's not available, I'll go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural/organic&lt;/span&gt; from the US and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural/organic/fair trade&lt;/span&gt; from outside of the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Are these hard and fast rules? Oh hell no. First of all, I've only begun to do my research as to where the foods I buy come from. I have no idea, for example, if Daisy sour cream is made by a big conglomerate or a smaller family farm, but I DO know that they're the only sour cream out of five choices on my grocery store shelf that has one single ingredient: Cream. No additives, no thickeners, just cream. And things like that tend to jump to a higher spot on my list; not that I'm being given the option, but I'd buy Daisy sour cream over the local [non-organic] dairy's sour cream, if the local dairy made sour cream but added guar gum or some other crap to it. I did happen to notice that they're in Texas, so they're form the wrong side of the Mississippi and they're not organic, but they still get my business. For now. Until I can find a local source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to add:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daisy Brand is a fourth-generation, family-owned business... The vast majority&lt;/span&gt; [of its milk and cream] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comes from Texas and New Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This whole locavore thing -- the whole process of conscious consumerism -- can be complicated. Seriously. I mean, is it REALLY better to buy organic milk from cows that are still force fed organic corn and raised in a factory farm setting owned by a big conglomerate who sees the profit in Organic, than to buy from a local small family-owned dairy where they still use antibiotics and industrialized dairy farm practices, but at least they're local and not a big conglomerate? How the hell do I know, for real? I don't. So I just muddle through, making the best decision at each moment that I'm able to make. Which also involves not sweating it if Partner picks up Hell-Mart brand milk for our granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end with another paraphrased quote, this time from Maya Angelou, I'll just do for now what I can do, and when I can do better I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much to learn. Baby steps, kiddo. Baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-875065356365490656?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/875065356365490656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=875065356365490656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/875065356365490656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/875065356365490656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-not-now-when-if-i-am-only-for-myself.html' title='If not now, when? If I am only for myself, then who am I?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1048988028607690859</id><published>2008-03-25T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:02:59.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the News</title><content type='html'>The article on local eating is published, in print and online &lt;a href="http://www.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080325/HEALTH/803250329/1113"&gt;(click here to read it).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cmsimg.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=BL&amp;amp;Date=20080325&amp;amp;Category=HEALTH&amp;amp;ArtNo=803250329&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;Profile=1113&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;MaxH=650&amp;amp;title=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cmsimg.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=BL&amp;amp;Date=20080325&amp;amp;Category=HEALTH&amp;amp;ArtNo=803250329&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;Profile=1113&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;MaxH=650&amp;amp;title=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's me, with Baby Granddaughter, shopping at the local natural foods market. She's holding one of the purple potatoes that I was in the process of bagging. I'm hoping that she'll grow up to be a kid for whom purple potatoes - and turnips, and all kinds of other things with a focus on local, seasonal foods - are "normal" to eat, at least at her grandmothers' house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What both amuses me and ticks me off is that the photographer didn't give a rats ass about the subject of the article, he just wanted pictures where he could include what was colorful and pretty, which is why that big stack of oranges in Delaware in March is the focus of the picture of me supposedly shopping for local foods. Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled that the article featured my CSA, though. Farmer Tim's a good guy. And I'm also just happy that it's such a positive article on local eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1048988028607690859?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1048988028607690859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1048988028607690859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1048988028607690859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1048988028607690859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-news.html' title='In the News'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-7379047601608889241</id><published>2008-03-25T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:50:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First came the chick...</title><content type='html'>The farmer who raises pastured chickens just emailed me... she got her chicks today, and will have chicken in 6-8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg/800px-Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg/800px-Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fallensouffle.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9850-709354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fallensouffle.com/uploaded_images/IMG_9850-709354.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I should go visit them. I really am starting to believe that if I'm going to be a responsible meat eater, then I should not only ensure that the animals that become my food are being raised responsibly and humanely, I should be willing to go see them while they're alive, create a very real connection between what I eat and where it came from. I need to re-sensitize myself that this package of whatever once walked around, breathed, ate, made noise, communicated. I honestly feel that we're too desensitized to that, and it makes us less conscious of what we're eating, less grateful for the sacrifice that had to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at all ready to go as far as Michael Pollan wrote about, with going to help with the slaughter or going hunting, but I need to do at least this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nightmare experience involving a computer that ate our order and a subsequent two hour wait to get it fixed, but we will be getting our freezer delivered on Friday. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-7379047601608889241?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/7379047601608889241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=7379047601608889241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7379047601608889241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/7379047601608889241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-came-chick.html' title='First came the chick...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-5778126385402067537</id><published>2008-03-22T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:27:32.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Chicken and Root Veggies</title><content type='html'>OK so not all the veggies I used were local, but with proper storage they at least could have been.  The chicken was within my 250 mile definition of local, which for many things is much more realistic despite living in a rural agriculturally-based county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: figure out best way to set up something in the basement to properly store root veggies over the winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roasted the chicken according to a method proposed in Cooks Illustrated: After prepping it (my choice: simply rub with extra-virgin olive oil, kosher salt and fresh-ground pepper - next time, rub under the skin as well), roast it in a 400 degree oven for 30 minutes WING SIDE UP, then flip it to the other side for 30 minutes, then finally put it the normal way (breast side up) until done, though at that point you add a cup of chicken broth to the bottom of the roasting pan. Oh man did it work well - the skin was wonderfully crisp all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the final roasting, I prepped the veggies: purple potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-XrYWsqV6I/AAAAAAAAACo/VZi90xPdLGc/s1600-h/100_3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-XrYWsqV6I/AAAAAAAAACo/VZi90xPdLGc/s400/100_3266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180805750001915810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    turnips (you can see the carrots in the bowl)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-Xrr2sqV7I/AAAAAAAAACw/UTKBAbMpTOw/s1600-h/100_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-Xrr2sqV7I/AAAAAAAAACw/UTKBAbMpTOw/s400/100_3267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180806085009364914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    (except one of the turnips was mostly ick),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-Xr3WsqV8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pIP_9IieQe0/s1600-h/100_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-Xr3WsqV8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pIP_9IieQe0/s400/100_3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180806282577860546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrots, and onions, all cut into 1" chunks or 2" thin lengths, toss in some olive oil with salt and pepper. Then when the chicken is done (and yes, there was supposed to be a picture here but I got distracted by house guests and didn't snap one), pour the broth into a separating cup, scrape anything left off the bottom of the roasting pan, and put it back into the oven and crank the heat up to 500. When it hits 500, put the veggies into the roasting pan and cook until done (recipe said 25 minutes, 40 was more realistic) without stirring.  Then take the pan out, put the broiler on, stir the veggies, pour 1/2c of the broth over and stir again, broil for 5 minutes, stir, broil 5 minutes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was delicious. And Partner even ate the turnips. It was actually quite funny: After having declared, "Oh I HATE turnips!" I simply responded, "well then just pick them out." I served dinner, Partner looked wary at first of the purple potatoes but didn't hesitate at shoveling in big white chunks of turnip. I asked after we both had seconds, "so you did like the turnips after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner looked at me like I'd just said "honey, I put arsenic in the sauce."  Denied eating turnips. Demanded to see one when I said that I'd seen at least 4-5 bites shoveled down. Warily ate another bite. And declared, "well, I definitely like YOUR turnips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was almost as good as the time our eldest granddaughter shoveled down 5 tacos before I told her it was ground turkey, since she'd previous insisted that she wouldn't eat it, or the time I got a friend who always declared that avocados were the Most Disgusting Things Ever to try a bite of my guacamole without letting her see what she was tasting. She loved it and thought it was the best dip I'd ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures that I'll add to this later, but right now I'm just too damn lazy to go get the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-5778126385402067537?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/5778126385402067537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=5778126385402067537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5778126385402067537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/5778126385402067537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/roasted-chicken-and-root-veggies.html' title='Roasted Chicken and Root Veggies'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/R-XrYWsqV6I/AAAAAAAAACo/VZi90xPdLGc/s72-c/100_3266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-8413581747818885384</id><published>2008-03-22T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:19:01.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Liver.</title><content type='html'>I was the weird kid who actually liked liver and spinach. However, once I learned several decades ago both the liver's actual function and what most places were feeding their animals, I stopped eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh do I big puffy heart fresh chicken livers from all-naturally raised chickens. As the oven was pre-heating and I was prepping the bird to roast, I dropped a tad of butter into a hot pan, doused the bit of liver with some salt and pepper, did a quick brown on both sides, and popped that tender bit into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy joy joy YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner is no big fan of chicken livers but likes beef liver, so I'm going to try to see if Farmer Tim (our wonderful CSA farmer from Community Organics) can hook us up with his pastured beef farmer and get us some.  I recall a recipe that I watched the guy on Cookin' in Brooklyn make a while back that looked delicious that I'll try with it, if I can find it on his website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-8413581747818885384?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/8413581747818885384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=8413581747818885384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8413581747818885384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/8413581747818885384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-liver.html' title='Yes, Liver.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1582673043020829561</id><published>2008-03-22T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:49:53.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to put the freezer</title><content type='html'>I want a freezer. We NEED a freezer in order to extend the time that we can eat locally. But for all the space we have in this house, we have no where to put a freezer. But I'm planting a garden for the primary purpose of growing veggies to freeze, so within about 45 days (when it tells me I can start picking spinach), we must have a freezer! But where to put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The basement doorway and stairway is much to small to get even the smallest freezer down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The garage gets much too hot in the summer plus there is only one circuit going out there which means that it's not really advisable to attempt to use power tools and run the freezer at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kitchen? HA! We don't even have room for a dishwasher in that kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mudroom? No room. Laundry room? No room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First floor office? I say yes, but Partner says a resounding no. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The only place I can think of to put it is the third floor, which is already crowded, plus the slanted ceilings make it a bit of a challenge, but it's still an option. And while it would be nice to have things closer to the kitchen, the third floor is still closer than the garage, which is near the back of our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt; Never mind. Partner now says Yes to putting it in the office. There's one that's a good size for us currently on sale at Lowes plus we have a coupon for $50 off if we can find another $150 worth of stuff to buy from Lowes. HA! As if that would be any issue. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;have any trouble finding stuff to buy from Lowes. Our idea of a Friday night date these days is dinner at Cracker Barrel and then hang out at Lowes. We're so old and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In other locavorish ramblings, I had a local egg sandwich for lunch, and got my CSA delivery: Four steaks, a package of short ribs, two bags of mixed baby greens, one bag of baby pak choi, and two turnips, which I'm going to roast together with some non-local blue potatoes, carrots, and onions with our extended-local chicken for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Partner tells me "I don't like turnips." Oh well, pick them out then. &lt;/blockquote&gt;And I had planned on working in the garden today, getting the fence put up, but Partner took my van to deliver Baby Granddaughter home (together with the toddler bed that we scored off freecycle, which is why my van was needed) and it has the garden fence stakes in it. But that's ok because I'm too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; tired to garden anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1582673043020829561?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1582673043020829561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1582673043020829561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1582673043020829561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1582673043020829561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-to-put-freezer.html' title='Where to put the freezer'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-1590138853740119736</id><published>2008-03-21T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:32:46.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get here?</title><content type='html'>Like so many locavores I know, Barbara Kingsolver handed me my gateway drug to locavorism: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I loved her novels, ran out of those to read so I checked out a collection of short stories, and one story in there was either from AVM or was about it or was at least on the same subject. I was intrigued. I then checked out AVM and I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since a lot of other things on the subject, and hope to read many more: Michael Pollan's "Omnivore's Dilemma" and "In Defense of Food." The chapter on food from "Deep Economy: The Wealth of Communities and the Durable Future." All sorts of websites. Last summer I started a blog about being a locavore but I really wanted it to be a website of local resources but I didn't have time to really pull it together, and the whole point was that I didn't KNOW the resources and was trying to create what I couldn't find. Then more recently I started a yahoo group for locavores in my general area (the Delmarva penensula) called &lt;a href="http://tech.groups.yahoo.com/group/DeLoca/"&gt;Delmarva Locavores&lt;/a&gt;, and we have a few members so far, including one who joined in order to find folks to interview for an article on eating locally that will be in one of our state's main papers. And she interviewed me and said she'll publish the name of the yahoo group so I hope we get some more folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done in terms of my own moves towards being a locavore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made my dogs do it first. Seriously, I switched them to as local as we're ever going to get for a dogfood. It's a high quality all-natural dog food that doesn't just use the nasty stuff from its protein sources. It's not quite local because while most of the ingredients are local, they're send to someplace like Ohio to be made into the dog food then sent back here, but at least it's not Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started buying milk from the local dairy. Now, they're an industrial dairy farm, so we're not talking pastured cows or cows fed organic foods or anything, and I've only been told but not had it confirmed that they don't use growth hormones, but the way I see it, I'd rather buy truly local from a non-organic industrial dairy than buy organic from a huge industrial farm 1000 miles away. Maybe one day we'll have a pastured-cow dairy around here that's allowed to sell milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I joined a CSA - &lt;a href="http://communityorganics.org/"&gt;Community Organics&lt;/a&gt;. I went for the Full Monty:  A year-round membership that lets me pick and choose from what's available including pastured beef (Oh. My. Maude. The steak we had was more delicious than I could imagine a steak being), eggs, and some veggies not put into the regular share basket. And a 6-month share basket where I'll have to start learning how to fix things that I'm not sure I've ever eaten. This is why I ordered some turnips this week: I want to ease myself into Cooking New Things, and I figured I'd better start early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've started being more conscious about what I eat, especially (so far) what I buy at the grocery store to bring home. Restaurants will come later, but I'm not ready for that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I'm getting a variety of stuff from the CSA, I'm planning a garden that will allow me to freeze some veggies for the winter: I just bought spinach seeds and sugar snap peas to plant today. I probably should have gotten some regular peas as well. I'll do tomatoes and maybe a pepper plant and I'm going to try brussels sprouts and broccoli and kale. This garden is a bit ambitious for me, but I'm going to try it - I normally don't do anything other than a few tomato plants. Oh and I'll need to get a freezer since I don't have one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a dairy that makes cheese, butter and ice cream. Well, their cheese and ice cream are made 150 miles from here by Amish farmers, using milk from their pastured-cows so that's 300 miles, but with regard to natural dairy that's probably going to be as close to local as we're ever going to see. A friend of mine and I are going to check it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So that gives you the background on this person who is rambling on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-1590138853740119736?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/1590138853740119736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=1590138853740119736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1590138853740119736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/1590138853740119736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='How did I get here?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808978579472686490.post-9188199672154623538</id><published>2008-03-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:01:11.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is a "Slowcavore"?</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's a word I just made up (and I verified that I made it up by attempting to Google it, and if it can't be Googled, then it doesn't exist, right?!), it means me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Leslie, and I'm a slowcavore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a locavore (or at least attempting to be one) because I've been feeling this amazing "oh yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;is what makes sense for my life" response to the entire concept around locavorism, and my small beginning efforts to eat local foods that preferably use natural or organic sustainable farming practices. I'm talking "oh yes" in that "falling in love, and the more you get to know each other, the more you really believe that this could be forever" kind of way. I can't tell you right now that it will be forever, but I can tell you that it's a very serious relationship that won't burn out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a slow locavore. I'm going to work on pushing my boundaries, but I'm going to keep it realistic for me, my family, and where I live. There are many really wonderful resources, books and websites, on eating locally and locavorism that have helped me explore this path. But too many of them, even some of the ones that I would consider truly to be among the best, really imply that you need to make an almost-all or nothing commitment, and that you should commit to going almost totally local as quickly as possible. It's easy to read their war stories of how much they had to give up until they found local resources for some key foods and think, "I'll never be able to (or want to) do that!"  It feels at times as if a "good" locavore is expected to give up a lifetime of the food equivalent of two packs a day -- tomorrow, cold turkey, without a patch, oh and give up caffeine and sugar at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, that's as realistic as my saying "starting tomorrow, I'm going to walk to work every day, no matter what the weather." It might seem great in theory, but it's not terribly realistic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like some folks need to stop smoking gradually, and most folks need to lose weight gradually in order to keep it off, this person has to ease into becoming a locavore. I'm not going to able to give all non-local foods up all at once. Because of where I live, by necessity I'll have a much wider circle of what I'll be able to consider local than what seems to have become the standard of 100 miles. And there are just some things that are never going to disappear from my life, including tea, chocolate and avocados for me, coffee and sugar for Partner, and going out to eat to places that aren't local for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no apologies for meandering towards the clear goal of eating locally. Becoming a locavore is definitely not a competition. And despite what some very resourceful and committed people have been able to accomplish (people who have a lot to teach the rest of us from their experiences) for most of us it really doesn't have to be an all or nothing deal - anything that you can do counts and is a positive thing. For the most part the people I've met who are exploring eating locally are being equally realistic and totally get it. They just aren't the folks writing some of these books or websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be where I do everything from ramble on about something I read (and, if you haven't figure it out yet, yes I really can ramble), to put questions and musings out there, to remark on the trivia of the locavore part of my life, such as what I got from my CSA that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone happens upon this and wants to reply, I'd love more than anything to have something I say spark a dialog of any kind, even if it's only to say "hey, me too!" and "oh yeah? cool!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last note: Slowcavore sounds maybe more like a combination of being a locavore and part of the Slow Foods movement. I'm intrigued by what very little (like, two paragraphs of little) I've read about the Slow Foods movement, and I want to learn more about it, as soon as I finish devouring (1) every book and website I can find on the subject of eating locally, (2) another one of those exquisite porterhouse steaks from the local pastured beef farm, and (3) the turnips that I'm getting from my CSA on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no bloody clue what to do with a turnip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808978579472686490-9188199672154623538?l=slowcavore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/feeds/9188199672154623538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4808978579472686490&amp;postID=9188199672154623538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9188199672154623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808978579472686490/posts/default/9188199672154623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowcavore.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-hell-is-slowcavore.html' title='What the hell is a &quot;Slowcavore&quot;?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03534347532506541550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVKWt0vuHH4/SW5LUm7aRPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q7T762pprpQ/s1600-R/5883075'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
