I must say, I am totally engrossed in
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I want to stand on the street corner and hand it out to people. I want to quit my job and plant a farm on our quarter acre. Mostly, I want to cook real food. I can't say that my life has been totally void of real food, but I don't think I've ever fully understood what food, cooking, and the process of eating is meant to be. I've eaten a lot of junk and never really cared about cooking.
But what I'm realizing is, cooking is magical. It's transformative. And I really don't think I'm blowing it out of proportion by saying this. There's a huge difference between throwing noodles in a pot and pouring premade sauce over it and actually choosing the ingredients to go into the sauce, between buying muffin mix and adding a bit of egg and water and starting from scratch with flour and sugar, and between pulling a pizza out of the freezer and taking the time to make the dough, then thoughtfully choosing and arranging ingredients. With our family about to expand, I glad to accept this as part of the domestic routine.
Adam already does this. He loves to cook and loves to eat. He cooks at the fire station and gets rave reviews for his
étouffée. He has taught me a lot about cooking and gardening. He's also a big proponent of eating as a family at the table every night, something we've been lax on but will make an effort toward once Baby C arrives.
I did a little research and found that the Natural Resources Defense Council lists
what fruits and vegetables are in season, month by month and state by state. This is great for knowing what types of produce were less likely to have been shipped a long way (like from South America) when shopping at the grocery store or when local produce will be in season to purchase at the farmers' market or to pick from our backyard. This weekend, we bought a bunch of seeds for our garden. Adam wants to give corn a shot (it's an experiment). We also plan to grow tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash, spinach, and a variety of herbs.
In digging a little deeper, I found
a farm not far from here that may be a CSA (fingers crossed). From what I read, they sell seasonable fruit, veggies, meat, dairy, and pecans. I'll admit, I actually had a dream about it this weekend. But we're waiting until after my trip this week to venture there and check it out.
Last night, Adam and I made our own rendition of the
Friday Night Pizza recipe from
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I made the dough and Adam chopped the veggies. We added chicken and pepperoni to and it was amazing -- beats the pants off of DiGiorno. I also made chocolate mousse from scratch, much of which is sitting in the refridgerator awaiting my arrival at the end of the day.
The rest of our weekend was pretty standard. Penny and I took
a long walk in the park on Saturday, and yesterday was spent watching football with the fire blazing. We also
bathed both of our pets, which is always an adventure but necessary because they keep passing fleas to each other.
Who knew having a home life could be like this?
It's been a busy couple of days, but I've survived. Both of the articles that had to get written are finished. I hope never to get sick right before deadlines again. I also hope to get a handle on my procrastinating. I'm certainly not making things easy on myself.
