Plenty
One Man, One Woman, and a Raucous Year of Eating Locally
Herb Tea
1 leaf sage
1 leaf mint
hot water
Place the fresh-picked leaves in a mug. Add water at a rolling boil. Steep for 6 minutes. A simple beginning.
March
Man is born free and everywhere is in chain stores.
graffiti
The year of eating locally began with one beautiful meal and one ugly statistic.
First, the meal. What we had on hand, really, was a head of cabbage. Deep inside its brainwork of folds it was probably nourishing enough, but the outer layers were greasy with rot, as though the vegetable were trying to be a metaphor for something. We had company to feed, and a three-week-old cabbage to offer them.
It wasn’t as though we could step out to the local megamart. We—Alisa and I—were at our “cottage” in northern British Columbia, more honestly a drafty, jauntily leaning, eighty-year-old homestead that squats in a clearing between Sitka spruce and western redcedar trees large enough to crush it into splinters with the sweep of a limb. The front door looks out on a jumble of mountains named after ...
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