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.
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Oh, this made my night. Even though it's super late and I should be in bed for my 6am wake up instead of reading this. Still haven't gotten my hands on any local produce, so I'm jealous. But this week. It's been on my mind a lot. And to Brad's belly, you're welcome. ;) And sooo glad you like pizza now. So perplexing. haha.
How about I hire you to come cook dinner for me every night? Puh-leeese? Otherwise I'm forever doomed to a world of tasteless frozen burritos. You and Brad can adopt me...Birgit Church...it has a nice ring to it.
And that skillet lasagna a blog down looks divine! Yummy! I HATE cooking, but that's a recipe I might actually try.
awww. Such an inspiring post, it almost makes me tear up a little. :'-) And I shared your hate of peas.....until I met the sugar snap variety. Peas in a can = GROSS. Peas growing on a vine in my garden eaten fresh? Pure Delish. I'm so glad we each found this love of local and organic, and can share it during our weekly market dates. Just wait until there's actually tons of produce. Then our blogs will be bursting at the seams with photo's and recipes of goodness!
There's only one thing worse than a cat sneaking into your room and sucking out your breath, and that's when an unscrupulous pea comes rolling in surreptitiously and sneaks its way into your mouth. Many are the the nights that I've woken up screaming, spitting intruder peas up into the bedroom sky where they've hit my rapidly rotating ceiling fan blades and then gone ricocheting off the unfeeling bedroom walls.
It's hard to imagine the horror of this scenarios unless you've been there, and I hope for your sake that you haven't. Sleep with a pea-guard mouth insert. Available now wherever fine pea gear is sold.
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