Is this unlucky? A dish drainer full of 13 just-washed wooden spoons.
I have a lot of wooden spoons, as you can see. But there was only one clean one left in the pitcher I store them in beside the stove. So I figured I'd better get me a soapy sponge and some elbow grease.
Eating locally has meant cooking locally, a lot.
Cranky and I have only eaten two restaurant meals this whole month. We've patronized places we know to support local, sustainable foods, but each time we were presented with menus on the skimpy side of local. I had a grilled local sardine sandwich at Fish (as of last Wednesday they seem to have lost their Web domain to someone who likes monkeys...?), but of course, the wheat in the bread was not local.
Last night I finally caught up with my much-delayed birthday dinner at Poggio , but the only local item I could spot on the menu was a local endives salad. It was OK. It had walnuts (which certainly could have been local) and dried figs (ditto).
Main courses were less successful. We went totally off the diet with desserts (sugar). I loved my panna cotta. Way too rich. Draped with sliced strawberries. Little flecks of vanilla seeds... Mm.
However. We'd rather eat at home. We like our own food better.
Hence, the thirteen spoons. I think that's lucky.
They're clean now, so I'd better get in the kitchen and start messing around.