For the first time in...forever, I think...I didn't have plans for right-after-work on Friday. Which meant I could hit the Bad Seed Farmers' Market Emily (a Hallmark and Twitter-pal and Tantrum fan—yay!) has been talking up.
I really like to cook (and am totally addicted to foodie shows and blogs) but it's hard to justify the time and effort when there's just me. Vegetables go bad, leftovers go uneaten, loaves of bread are consumed in a day or two because GOOD GRIEF, PEOPLE, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU LET BREAD GO TO WASTE?
But I can see getting seriously hooked on this localvore thing.
Hallmark started a CSA program, so I've committed to picking up about two bags of fresh, locally grown produce every Wednesday night this summer. And it's kinda fun to just hit farmers' markets and see what looks good. Suddenly, I feel a little guilty buying produce shipped across the country. And it's not just the guilt—fresh, local food tastes amazing.
I'm tending to follow the shiny thing. These peas are chubby and gorgeous...this bread is dense and squishy...kohrabi? why not...garlic scapes? pretty! Then I come home, get online and google-search for ways to use everything. Or I just roast it with olive oil, kosher salt and pepper.
Friday night, Emily (who is seriously inspiring about this stuff—check this out) talks about learning to create with what you have. So here's the funny connection: Buying local forces you to improvise. Not so surprising that I'm digging it so much, maybe.
Speaking of homegrown...
This weekend was the 24-hour improv marathon, This Lemonade Tastes Funny. More than a dozen improv troupes played to benefit Alex's Lemonade Stand, a childhood cancer charity. Very cool idea from Clay Morgan—great cause, fun shows. It is confirmed, though: I am too old for all-night events. I missed seeing Loaded Dice (the hosts), Improv-Abilities, Roving Imp Spectacular, Pretty.Funny., Dictionary Soup, Bibliocast and The Trip Fives. Why? Stupid need to sleep. Boo.