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 …
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 …
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 …
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. …
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 …
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 …
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 …
When I got home late last night, Tricia had put my first food in my fridge. Talk about service. And a loving note on my counter. I woke full of curiosty. How will this go? The first challenge out of the gate: milk for tea. …
Starting tonight and running through publication of Blessing the Hands that Feed Us, I am re-posting my daily blog from the 10-mile diet. Those of you who have subscribed to this blog will get it every morning in your Inbox. Others may find it on …
One day last month a friend sent 4 photos electronically, asking my opinion on which would best illustrate an article about the new local food movement. I kept flipping between them, wondering what was wrong. A bowl of oatmeal lit like a Vermeer. A rustic …