Once upon a time, not so long ago

Have you ever wondered in these last weeks how Tricia came to imagine a “Super Veggie Me” experiment and I came to say yes? A dozen other people had rejected her offer out of hand. “I can’t let go of ______ (fill in the blank). No. Absolutely no.” And then she asked me and I said yes. Here’s how that moment came to be. John Muir said, “When we try to pick out anything by

Eat Blog Love

If this blog were music, I guess you could say I’m singing for my supper. At least I seem to be blogging for it. For this month, at least, it seems that Tricia and I are engaged in an equal exchange. She wakes up in the middle of the night fearing I might starve. I do too. No, seriously,this challenge is growing her as a market gardener, and the cost is a box of veggies


Rounding the bend into week three, and thus seeing the end of September gleaming on the horizon, I wonder what will stick from this experiment in 10 mile eating. Or re-stick. I suspect I will never forget that just by eliminating grains and beans and nuts I lost 5 pounds and my ankles were as thin as a teenager’s (i.e. no bloating). I suspect I will never lose sight of my food system, and will

Bargaining; About a 10 mile range(r) chicken and more

In a money fixated world, local food is not a bargain unless it comes from your garden, and even then I’m sure I haven’t grown $400 worth of food (the cost of building and filling my beds this year).Well, as Tricia’s husband Kent has pointed out, I’m getting a big bargain by Tricia supplying me – but I’m paying for it by being a guinea pig and I guess by telling the story of our

Meet my food system

Lesson Number One (repeat after me as many times as it takes to get through your thick skull): It’s not about me. This has been among my highest insights in my most expanded states of mind. It’s also clear that eating – however much it is keyed into the “it’s all about me” survival systems of the body – is a collective endeavor or it just doesn’t work. For humans at least. I live because

Diets and Eating

Last night I stumbled into the food salon at the TED talks online. If you don’t know www.ted.com I recommend it highly – rich brain candy (which is not fattening). Mark Bittman, the cookbook author and on-air chef (how many are there now?) told us that Americans eat 8 ounces of meat a day and should be eating that amount a week. I listened as I ate 4 ounces of some bovine neighbor’s liver, and

Give me raw milk or give me death!

I can’t tell you who provides me with milk because they are criminals. Yes, selling milk out your back door to neighbors who need it is illegal. Because some people have gotten sick due to unsanitary conditions at some farms (small and factory), all people must drink pasteurized milk. Here’s an article on raw milk from Wikipedia for those who want to understand the issue more deeply.¬† Here’s another from Scientific American and it’s worth

Cooked with love

Yesterday I attended the Transition Pacific Northwest Convergence with my day’s 10 mile food in tow to survive for 15 hours out of my eensy beensy micro bioregion. Chris Wolfe of Transition Whatcom County took on to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for all 60 of us, even though she’d never cooked for more than 9 people. She cooked for days, slept little and served it all with such radiance and humility that the food

Will there be enough?

I have to think about food way more than I used to – or differently than I am used to. Tomorrow I am going to a Regional Transition Convergence in Seattle where mostly local (to Seattle? Bellingham? 100 miles?) food will be lovingly prepared but I now feel like someone with food sensitivities… so picky about source that I might as well bmo – bring my own. I’ve already realized that for this 10 mile

Cundir and Aprovechar

Traditional peoples have traditional words¬† to describe a way of life we’ve forgotten. I’m fluent in Spanish and learned two words my year in Spain in 1966 that aren’t in US English. Cundir and Aprovechar. Cundir means to make something last, go far. In English it might be something like the old Maxwell House Coffee ad ‘good to the very last drop.’ I remember visiting a couple devoted to peace and to the legacy of

Transforming our relationship with food

I just posted the below on my Your Money or Your Life blog about what I’m doing over here on my 10 mile diet blog. I want to share it with you as a piece of my learning. If you haven’t read Your Money or Your Life some of it might not make perfect sense to you – but it will make sense in terms of my discoveries reported on this blog. It’s called: Transforming

Zackers and Zookies

I’m here before bed eating some zookies while I write this post. I had zackers earlier today with some goat cheese, but I felt like a bit of sweet tonight. Say what? In my search for crunch I learned that you could dehydrate Zucchini and have something like a chip, or as much like a chip as I am going to get for a month. Fortunately the Source of all Goodness, the voice of god

Local food at the local market

I stopped by the Star Store (our Langley grocery store) to get a movie and tantalized myself by cruising the aisles to see if there was anything this 10-miler could eat, drink, wear, use, slather on my body, whatever. In fact, no. Stunning really that nothing was truly local, or at least that I could tell , with two exceptions and one almost ran. The Star Store stocks honey from Island Apiaries in Freeland (within

God at Good Cheer – Jars for a 10 mile winter

God speaks to each of us in a language we can hear. For me, it’s what shows up at Good Cheer, our Langley Thrift Store. I have such an uncanny ability to find whatever I or anyone else is looking for – if we really need it – at this variety store of everything used.And shopping there supports the food bank. Sweet. Yesterday it gave me a pannier for my new electric bicycle (more later

My kingdom for a cracker

My friends Eric and Britt have long dreamed of creating a sustainability research and education center. Two years ago we almost bought a farm together, but I ended up in my house in town and they bought 3 1/2 acres in the Maxwelton valley. In no time at all they have fruit trees, gardens, ducks, chickens… and an very small wheat patch (couldn’t call those 5 rows a field). I visited them today and Eric

Global and glocal food systems

This morning while making my now habitual (how quickly habits can change) breakfast of Tricia eggs, onions, tomatos and my 10-feet backyard zukes, I heard a story on Democracy Now about the food riots in Mozambique. Wheat prices soared due to crashing supplies, prices went up and people could no longer cope. Thirteen people died when police apparently ran out of rubber bullets and started using real ones. I listen to Democracy Now most days.

My bucket list… as in what I WANT in my bucket

Tricia’s first delivery was in a bucket, so I’m gonna talk about my bucket list. Rounding the bend into week two and my little Mary Sunshine is getting a bit wilted. Everything is nourishing. Everything is delicious. And it’s all really plenty. BUT I’ve been stressed these last few days with the launch of my teleclasses for the Fall and I have to admit that feeling crunched… I want crunch. Snappy crackers. Tamari almonds. Toast.