Diets and Eating

Last night I stumbled into the food salon at the TED talks online. If you don’t know 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.

Good for you? Bad for you?

I’ve lost 2 pounds. Honestly, I don’t miss them, but I’ve wondered if this 10milediet would fatten me up or slim me down or neither. Since the only carbs that grow – to my knowledge – in my 10 miles are potatoes, perhaps it’s just that. No crackers, toast, rice, pasta. That alone would account for those two evaporated pounds. But wait. I AM eating foods that in my striving to lost weight are big

5 Days but who’s counting!

If you can’t read it, here’s what it says: We did it! After all this talk since July 4 10 Mile Diet will start. Yahoo! Here’s the first box of veggies and stuff. We can tweak the amount (more or less) as the weeks progress. This should give you a good start. Some things like 3 turnips and overgrown green beans i threw in hoping you could put to use. Comments and suggestions will be

Hand made butter and cheese

Wealth on a 10-mile diet turns out to be butter and cheese. We all need fat. In our food, not on our bodies. The butter I made myself (well, the cow made the fat, but I processed it) and the cheese was made by my neighbor’s daughter from this morning’s goat milking. They said all you had to do is put real cream (not pasteurized) into a jar and shake it and an upper body

Relational eating

As I chopped my veggies and meat for lunch, I thought we could call this 10 miles diet “relational eating”. I know everyone who raised this food. I even “know” so to speak the little sisters of the beef I’m eating. I’ve looked them in the eye and the family that raises them. I cut the london broil in thin slices and sauted it in olive oil, garlic and basic. 16 ounces package weight ended

10-mile dieter (moi) at a 100-mile diet potluck

Oh, less than 24 hours in and I was sooooo tempted to cheat at the Transition Whidbey potluck on local eating. Everyone tried for local dishes but most would get an E for effort in my 10-mile world. Maybe that squash was local but the mozzarella certainly The wasn’t. The zucchini chocolate cake (drool) was made with homegrown zukes, but the chocolate sure wasn’t from anyone’s backyard on this continent. So I ended up eating…