Dear beloved followers,
On this past Sunday, the first of April in the year Two Thousand and Twelve, I have decided-after much careful consideration-that I am going to accept a position as fry cook at the local McDonald’s. I will also begin eating meat, but only after making sure it has come from a CAFO and has been fed on only corn, medicine, and the remains of its fellow animals. Once I have turned 16, and have procured sufficient funds, I will purchase a Hummer, and will use it as my only mode of transportation.
Ivy Zerkle, fry cook
Just kidding. It was April Fools’ Day after all, and I just couldn’t resist.
I apologize for my long absence from the blogosphere. Midterms and the state HOSA competition conspired against my blogging attempts. But now that Spring Break has begun, I am free to continue blogging.
I’ll pick up where I left off, in the middle of my All Local week. On Sunday, March 25, 2012, I adapted a recipe for Farro soup from Super Natural Every Day to fit the ingredients I had on hand: Farro, sweet potatoes, field peas, kale, and spring onions. Leftovers from that dinner provided several lunches and dinner for the next two days. On Wednesday, we had cornbread and a potatoes and greens dish from Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone.
And that was it. I was done. Off to the land of fast food and convention centers, which provided a pretty stark contrast. I pretty much take fresh produce and home-cooked meals for granted, because I’ve always had them. So, when I have to eat fast-food for three days, it gives me quite the perspective change. My goal for this blog was (and still is) to prove that eating locally is an accessible option. I don’t know how well I have accomplished this goal, you tell me. Hopefully, I will become more adept at being a local food resource as this blog continues. If not, then I guess I can feign ignorance and continue spouting my opinions and experiences onto the internet.
But back to the point. My Local Food week went by without incident. I did not starve (as some thought I might). And the abundance of good, local food made the challenge of resisting off limit food a non-issue (with the exception of tea at a friend’s house, but we can ignore that).