I just finished "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" by Barbara Kingsolver and had to laugh at myself as I teared up in the final paragraph. Reading about the author and her young daughter, dancing together after finding that their turkey mother just hatched her first brood of chicks, I reminisced about my first baby chicks as well.
I started this book quite some time ago, but a bout with the stomach flu stopped me for awhile since I was having trouble reading about food without getting nauseous. It was good to pick it up back and remind myself again why I'm trying to change the way I eat.
There is no need for me to stand a soapbox and talk about the benefits of eating locally while this book exists, so I will only encourage you all to read it (although most of my Indiana folk have, I think). Since starting the book, I have joined a CSA called Desert Roots Farm, which I highly recommend to anyone in the Phoenix area. I have also been serious about my visits to the Farmer's Market and I think that, while I the vendors may not recognize me yet, Odie has imprinted himself on their brains. Even though I walked through a herd of fire ants on my Wednesday trip, I will be back as soon as I can for more of the delicious produce.
This book also made me appreciate my childhood in a way that I hadn't fully until now. I am so lucky that my parents forced me to go outside in the summer and weed the garden. I am extremely fortunate that I had to help butcher chickens or stack wood or even chop my own log this past fall (it took well over an hour, by the way). And I am especially grateful that I know what fresh vegetables and fruit taste like right off of the plant.
What a lucky girl I am.
I started this book quite some time ago, but a bout with the stomach flu stopped me for awhile since I was having trouble reading about food without getting nauseous. It was good to pick it up back and remind myself again why I'm trying to change the way I eat.
There is no need for me to stand a soapbox and talk about the benefits of eating locally while this book exists, so I will only encourage you all to read it (although most of my Indiana folk have, I think). Since starting the book, I have joined a CSA called Desert Roots Farm, which I highly recommend to anyone in the Phoenix area. I have also been serious about my visits to the Farmer's Market and I think that, while I the vendors may not recognize me yet, Odie has imprinted himself on their brains. Even though I walked through a herd of fire ants on my Wednesday trip, I will be back as soon as I can for more of the delicious produce.
This book also made me appreciate my childhood in a way that I hadn't fully until now. I am so lucky that my parents forced me to go outside in the summer and weed the garden. I am extremely fortunate that I had to help butcher chickens or stack wood or even chop my own log this past fall (it took well over an hour, by the way). And I am especially grateful that I know what fresh vegetables and fruit taste like right off of the plant.
What a lucky girl I am.
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