Locavoring
Food is such a big part of our lives. This simple fact is impossible to escape, much as we might prefer to haphazardly eat what we’d like, when we’d like. Good food really excites me, especially when it’s locally produced and more or less benign – and Sundays at our house really take the cake.
We have glorious Sunday breakfasts that have evolved from a meat, cheese, peanut butter, and jam affair to a veritable feast at which we have Silver Hills sprouted bread, and a choice of: lettuce greens, broccoli/garlic sprouts, tamari, hummus, tahini, eggs, peanut butter, jam, onion, tomato, and butter, together with a black or twig tea. Such variety and exquisite taste simply can’t be beat.
Then over the rest of the day, we had a salad picked fresh from the garden, handfuls of fresh salmonberries and thimbleberries, and a garden smoothie containing lamb’s quarters (a plant related to Quinoa), dandelion, carrot thinnings, very young carrots, and then made palatable by adding banana and apple. Last and probably least was some cooked cauliflower, quinoa with apples & cinnamon, and black beans with pasta sauce.
Such fare is simply extraordinary, and makes me wish it could be summer in perpetuity, as it is only in summer that it is so easy to find abundant food, and even now, we are still buying produce grown in California, not to mention the things like pasta sauce produced who knows where. Still, a day like today where we had control over so much of what we consumed leaves me feeling empowered, and motivated to do better yet. I am reading Steve Solomon’s “Growing Food in Hard Times” which asserts that with about 2-3 000 sq.ft. of land, cutting one’s food cost in half is entirely within reach with only 2 hrs. of work per week, not to mention the health benefits this would bring. I’d say this is very realistic, and while I only have about 1 000 sq. ft of land that is shaded until noon or later, I can foresee the day that I work at least 3000 sq. ft.
Because I can eat, cook, and sleep anywhere – for that I don’t need to own land. The land I need to own is the land that I work and condition the soil on. If that land happens to also have a place to lay my head, bonus, I’ll take it. But at the end of the day, it’s the productive land that matters, because we can’t rely on Californian imports forever.
