I was laying in bed this morning, and I realized that local and seasonal and god forbid organic didn't even register on my radar two years ago. It seems preposterous to me. How can that be so? But I'm nearly certain this was the case. How did I survive with no Farmer's Market? Eating crapass tomatoes during the winter, but not even knowing the difference? I probably had never even seen a Made in Michigan label -- not even when I worked at the horrendous Love From Michigan in high school (all China!). That's nearly 27 years in a food haze! Alas, I have seen the light, and it's amazing how much my life is consumed by shopping and cooking and reading cookbooks and thinking about seasons and locations and happy meat. Which brings me today, when, despite another crappy week, another crappy day (and a headache threatening to rear its ugly head), the first spring strawberries at the Farmer's Market made everything all better.
*Eternal thanks to Sara for raving about Barbara Kingsolver, which led me to Animal Vegetable Miracle, which led me to a much richer, happier, and satisfying food life. I think Brad's belly thanks you, too.