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Countdown to Eat Local Challenge
By Kristen | May 18, 2007
First, let me say, I am in a cooking — and blogging — rut.
My kitchen started to fall into disarray while my mother-in-law was visiting: the sink and counter filled with dishes, the floor became a dumping ground for the stuff we bought while she was here. It fell even further into decay when my husband worked late for almost a week straight, which meant a week of ordering oh-god-so-hungry-get-whatever-take-out-you-want at 9pm and calling it dinner. Yesterday, I composted or threw out more food than I’d like to admit to, leaving my fridge pretty barren.
Which, I guess, is a pretty good place to start if I’m buying all local, all week.
So. Seeing as Saturday is the biggest Greenmarket day of the week, I might pick up a few things tomorrow and hold onto them until the official start of the Eat Local Challenge week. Right now, my shopping list looks like this:
- a chicken
- a dozen eggs
- milk
- bread
- whatever fruits and vegetables look good
- cheese (maybe)
- butter
Otherwise, I guess I’m just going to buy whatever looks good, within reason.
I’m really eager to see how this is going to turn out.
Topics: Eat Local Challenge, Greenmarket Grub |
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May 18th, 2007 at 4:24 pm
I’m already on it; CSA pickup started last week. We are dedicated to eating a lot of greens, whether we like it or not!
May 18th, 2007 at 4:29 pm
We belonged to an organic delivery service a couple years ago, and I found I just couldn’t deal with getting a box of random produce and having to cook it in some way.
I could probably manage it now, but at the time, I was like, “.. The fuck? Chard? Oh, I am so canceling this right now.”
May 18th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
Well, leafy green-wise, you haven’t lived until your child exhibits the gag reflex. Luckily, she’s growing out of it.
May 18th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
Ha! Oh, man.
No, my kid’s only gagged on something once, the very first thing I let her eat on her own: a Cheerio-like piece of cereal.
And I FREAKED OUT so much and whipped her out of her high chair so fast, I caught her leg on the tray and left a bruise. Not my finest moment.