TV on the Tour Trail

Yes, I did a cooking segment! KING-5 in Seattle wanted me to do a demo so I chose to teach people how to cook grain! What do you think of this? Click here to see my on KATV in Portland. The back story of this interview: I’d driven since before dawn from Olympia in driving rain in a tiny 2-seater Honda Insight, away in rooster tails from passing trucks (probably carrying food!). I arrived with

Cholesterol – or is this too personal?

Tricia’s part of the bargain was to feed me. My part of the bargain, beyond not cheating, was to get my blood work done before and after the 10-mile diet experiment. So here’s the numbers. total cholesterol down 3 hdl (good) up 7 ldl (bad) down 9 risk ratio from 4.2 (about average) to 3.7 (low range) These are the kind of numbers in a month that the doc says “Whatever you are doing, keep

Vicki’s 7 food rules from 10 mile eating

I’m noticing that the heightened awareness and savory, sweet flavor of being on a 10 mile diet is fading as I expand my circle of food to nuts and cheeses and things that come in jars with labels and more than 5 ingredients.  I’m inclined to develop some “food rules” to remind me of the clarity that came through eating here – very here. Rules, values, ethics, covenants, pledges – these all direct our wayward

Book Tour begins! Please share!

1/7 @ 5PM Langley, WA Moonraker @ Living Green 1/8@ 7PM Seattle, WA Third Place Books 1/9 @ 7PM Olympia, WA Orca Books 1/10 @7:30PM Portland Powell’s 1/13 @ 7PM Seattle, WA Elliott Bay 1/16@6PM San Francisco, CA Book Passage Ferry Building 1/17@7PM Santa Rosa, CA Copperfield’s Montgomery Village 1/18@1PM San Rafael, CA Copperfield’s 1/19@3:00PM Rockridge, CA Diesel 1/20@7PM Point Reyes, CA Point Reyes Books 1/22@7:30PM Sonoma, CA Reader’s Books 1/23@7PM Santa Cruz, CA Bookshop Santa Cruz 1/27@7PM, Vancouver, BC

Tools of the Trade

When Tricia and I tell you at the end of the month how much food I’ve eaten, you’ll wonder how I got all that into my mouth. Or should. Processing all this food is not quite like opening a box of Trader Joe’s soup and a bag of TJ nuts or maybe some TJ plastic wrapped already bite sized salad greens (do you ever wonder what keeps that bag puffy? I didn’t until now.) It’s

Y’all come over now

A friend is in from out of town and I wanted to visit before she left. “Let’s have breakfast.” “No can-do on my 10 mile diet, why don’t you come to my house and I’ll make you breakfast?” But the next moment I was wondering how I could feed someone on limited stores – and no store? Would there be enough? Would it be good enough? Panic gave way to a sense of privilege and

Gratitude for the global food system

I went into our loaded-to-the-gills super market yesterday to buy a battery and was flooded with memories of just 4 weeks ago when I would walk in the door once a week after my improv class, grab a basket and make a quick light-hearted (not light fingered) swing through the sale aisle, the produce, the dairy, the meat (do you know the supermarket trick – for the sake of your pocketbook and much more, shop

Fast food (not)

I woke after a late afternoon nap hungry and cold. When you live alone no one has been cooking dinner while you’ve been out (&) cold. You have to deal. Okay, let’s see. To get some hot food on a 10 mile diet there’s nothing I can nuke. No box or can to open. No carton of Chinese take-out in the back, flaps popped, drying out, ready to heat. I’m now skilled enough in this

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